#pyrakantha

[lvyeshou]

"I thought of you today. It reminded me to take out the trash." Not her best work, but it'll do. She's not wasting the good stuff in Gai until she knows he's serious. "Alright, now you say it. I'll even set the mood — your shitty best friend has shown up after ignoring you again. Instead of giving him what he wants, you say..." Anko motions for him to continue.

The supplementary reason that he’s silent is he has fallen short of goofy excuses. The main reason he’s silent is the impetus for the excuses: he’s given in yet again to another, hm, impassioned encounter with his… his… rival. It’s a wonder Anko can stand him at all, although he supposes she doesn’t have much of a leg to stand on either in this particular topic.

She’s stared at him long enough for him to fidget, and of course he breaks first.

“Um. I don’t think I can verbalise such demeaning utterances to him. —oh, unless…!” He’s read this one somewhere. “How about: Believe in yourself! It’s called trash can, not cannot!” You know, he’d still be calling him trash. Never mind the lack of context.

[sunagakurenosato]

"So? Aren't you going to say something?" Visna to Rasa.

@pyrakanthaa

"It's not worth it," Rasa said. Walking out after their village had been insulted might have felt like a weakness--- but he would not stoop low enough to show anger and frustration when this was what they were trying to provoke.

"I won't want Suna to be known as having a bark that's louder than it's bite." He would rather Suna be a silent opponent.

They would not know what hit them until the first blood is drawn.

[sunagakurenosato]

He needs a minute to get himself together. There are people watching and such blatant concern is only going to hurt them. Charis closes his eyes and counts down, calm when he opens them again, his mouth pressed into a thin line. He'll talk to Rasa about this later, when they don't have to worry about others watching.

@pyra-kantha

Rasa could see his afternoon already. Reckless. He'd get a scolding from both of them when he gets home. 

He's sure he deserved it. He had underestimated the enemy and believed that he could take the lot of them on--- never again. Surprises could happen. Traps lay in wait. 

Now he's paying for it. With a wound on his side and dizzying blood loss. But most of all with the expression on Charis' face. 

There really are stages to facing death in the life of a Shinobi, aren't there? As a child, he had been afraid for himself. For the nothingness that awaited all of them. But now-- 

He straightened up. Unable to openly hold Charis' hand-- small bits of weaknesses frowned upon by their culture. 

"Could you pass me the jello?" Was the strange request. And then the way his hand grazed over Charis when the it was passed. Small bits of weakness.

[sunagakurenosato]

"She's gone on a mission," Charis reminds Rasa. Reminds him because his hands are traveling lower and they haven't quite made it to the bedroom yet -- and with V gone, Charis doesn't know why they should. There's a perfectly good couch. Kitchen counter. Floor. Perfectly good /anywhere/ for them to continue on. Now if someone would get his eyes off the door and back where Charis wants them, that would be appreciated.

 @pyra-kantha​ 

lemon lime calamansi warning? ish? I don’t remember all the terms and where the line is drawn but eh.

x.X.x

Charis is making giving this stupid birthday present harder than it has to be.

Making Rasa harder than he can bear--- and making it so much more tempting to just take Charis here, out in the hallway. He wouldn’t mind. Rasa was sure of that much.

“They’re still,” Rasa argued between breathless kisses, “communal spaces.” Kissing Charis on the neck and unbuttoning and unbuttoning his shirt. Finally used to doing it with one hand. Slowly nudging Charis to the direction of the bedroom.

All this, and all thoughts, and all breath stops when Charis’ hand unbuttons Rasa’s pants. And he feels the give. And he feels Charis’ hand wrap around him.

Rasa has his back flat on the wall. “We really should get to the bedroom,” he pleaded this time. He tells himself to focus on what he made--- different chemical salts to give Charis’ flames different properties. Different colors. Different temperatures. A different bite to every attack.

Which is hard when he’s hard, and Charis is making it harder to focus on anything that’s not his eyes, or his lips, or that grin he has. That grin that knows Rasa is a few seconds from giving----

A groan escapes his lips. His hands reach for Charis hair. 

Ah fuck.

[tornbluefoamcouch]

Artista: Balmorhea Álbum:  Stranger Ano: 2012 Faixas/Tempo: 10/53min Estilo: Post-rock Label: Western Vinyl Data de Execução: 03/09/2018 Nota: 7,0 Melhor Música: Pyrakantha

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Balmorhea - Pyrakantha [official] A different view of southern Cal from one of my favorite bands ...