#ouch?!

[everarddelanden]

If your family had found out about your desires which one do you think would have reported you first?

"Raimbaud and my father."

[imagine-ikebukuro]

Ok ok ok but consider this soulmate AU scenario: that AU where you can see colours and all, but after the Izaya/Shizuo death match, the colours seen by Izaya's s/o get duller and duller each day

“Nee, (y/n)-chan” his voice appeared dull in their ears, faint, as if it was far away. “Bring me a cup of coffee, will you?”

Knitting their eyebrows, they glanced at their boyfriend. How could Izaya keep up this attitude, honestly? Why was it that his tone was the very same and that the smirk on his lips didn’t disappear? How could it be that everything seemed to be the same when in reality, everything had changed for the worse?

“I swear, one day you will pass out from all the caffeine you consume on a daily basis,” they sighed in defeat as they walked to the kitchen to get the can. Filling a cup with the liquid, their eyes drooped.

Days ago it had been calming to watch the warm drink being poured. It had a satisfying touch to watch the color brighten up to a soft cream when they had added some milk to it.

Today that wasn’t the case.

It hadn’t been for a while.

The drink couldn’t even be described as grey. Even grey was a color, to some extent. But this gradient had no life in it whatsoever. It blended perfectly with the cup that was just as colorless.

Finally picking up the mug, they turned around to bring it to Izaya’s desk. Once it had been placed there, their eyes wandered from the clean surface to the raven’s figure. He had turned around, back facing them, as he looked outside the window.

“Nee, (y/n)-chan…” the raven trailed off. His tone was dry and it felt heavy in their ears. “When was the last time we watched a firework?”

He had noticed too.

“A firework?” they repeated and forced themselves to chuckle. “Izaya, you never went to see a firework with me.”

As he turned his wheelchair back around, they caught a glimpse of what they had feared to encounter. It was just a split of a second, but it was enough to have the sight send shivers down their spine.

He quickly picked up the mug and put it to his lips, as if covering what they could’ve sworn was a frown. Not the usual smirk, not even the hint of a grin.

“That’s a shame really. We should sometime,” he stated. He took a moment to examine the darkish coffee with an expression that must’ve been similar, if not identical, to the one they had made when pouring it.

Deciding to not drink from it in the end, he placed it back on the table. In the meantime, his smirk had returned as he looked up to them. His eyes never failed to capture their deep attention, drawing them to fascination immediately. Even now they did. They always would.

Despite having lost the intimidating, yet captivating shine of a ruby. This red was the first color they saw. It had been their favorite ever since.

“Fireworks are exciting and bright,” the raven smiled, titling his head to the side. “Just like (y/n)-chan’s eyes.”

Liar. They weren’t anymore.

“I have never seen one since I met you,” they admitted as they remembered the moment, everything finally had made sense. Surroundings, scenery, people, everything suddenly seemed vital and full of meaning.

There rarely ever was any grey left, no boring white or black, simply lively colors. Until suddenly, everything slowly lost its spark.

“I don’t know what they look like in color.” They bit their tongue to keep an additional sentence deep inside, trying to bury it and make it disappear from their mind.

I guess I’ll never get the chance to anymore, either.

[unfriendlyghostking]

Drops hot tea on lap Well…that wasn’t tooHOLYFUCKINGCHRIST!!!!