Is it okay if I say I'm falling in love with Ares?
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Is it okay if I say I'm falling in love with Ares?
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One In The Morning by OthilaOdal
Part of my #Thanksvember series, a daily fic rec challenge created by @anidealiveson to show our appreciation for all fic writers out there.
Back in 2016 I had a phase where I just could not stop thinking about the inherent tragedy of Misa’s character, the dichotomy she presents between the archetypal bubbly kawaii girl and the circumstances she puts up with in her short life. This fic hits all of that + gives us an insight into Sayu (who is criminally underrated on this show), all wrapped up nicely in unresolved sapphic pining. What's not to love?
Title: One In The Morning
Author: OthilaOdal ( @othilaodal )
Fandom: Death Note
Relationship: Misa Amane/Sayu Yagami, Light Yagami/Misa (referenced)
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Length: Standalone
Word Count: 1,421
Warnings: Canon-typical Alcoholism/Alcohol Abuse, Implied Domestic Violence
Summary:
Sayu is neither a child nor ignorant anymore. She hears the whispered arguments, sees the bruises, and chooses to pretend she doesn't but Misa's stubbornness makes it hard for her to not say what she feels one night at one in the morning.
Status: Complete
3, 5, 7, 10, 13, 20, 29, 35
oversharing asks
(putting these under a cut!)
Mars in Scorpio is over.
I'm going to miss him in my 5th House.
I'm extremely grateful for Mars in Scorpio season.
I stg if i see Stranger Things on my dash I will find you personally and tell on you to your mom
I'm so tired. Let me go.
This love is like a violence
The simplest of wishes
Bathed in blood, sweat, and
Something that reeks sickly sweet
This love is an earthquake tremor
Caresses and teasing replaced
With mountainous resolve, and
Something that lies yearning deep
This love is like a violence
Where every softness is ripped
Straight out the grips of monsters
Much larger than us
This love is like a violence I commit
Eyes wide open
Hope on my wrist
I have noticed
The air between my ribs
When I tell strangers about you
Every person in my life
Knows your name
Every stranger I speak to
Knows I love you
They have noticed
How I light up
When i tell them about you
Like you're my favorite
And you are