#recre8ed

[napalmera]

@recre8ed hit the 💗 !!

"is this taking forever, or is it just me?" it feels like she's been waiting for a lifetime, staring at the ticking wall clock. her patience is running incredibly thin, today. mira huffs out a frustrated sigh, glancing at the only other person in the waiting room. "i understand why people show up late to things if this is what happens when you're early."

[ostiinati]

@recre8ed said → ❛ I don’t know what I’d do without you. ❜ for gojyo // src. ( accepting )

Hakkai starting conversations like this is never a good sign.

Sure, it seems innocent enough on the surface— Hakkai is good at saying things innocuously, no matter how batshit the words themselves might be. Often enough, it’s funny hearing him drop something devastating with all the casual simplicity of someone commenting on the weather— but lines like this are a whole other story.

Hakkai smiles when he says it, but by now, Gojyo knows better. For everything Hakkai says like this, there’s a million things he isn’t saying. ‘I don’t know what I’d do without you,’ he says, which means he’s been dwelling on the idea of losing him— maybe losing all of them, but Gojyo can make one hell of an educated guess that recent events are making Hakkai feel more precarious about him in particular.

Tanned, calloused fingers rake through scarlet hair, pausing briefly to scratch blunt nails over the new mark that mars the nape of his neck.

Ain’t life just one big, lousy joke…

Not that he’s laughing— and neither is Hakkai.

“…C’mon…” Gojyo drops his hand to his side, fishing his nearly empty pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans. He dips his head, eyes lowered, as he taps one out far enough to take between his teeth. His lips quirk up at the corners, in spite of the circumstances— a warm, easy smile, set alight by the flame of his favorite lighter.

He exhales a puff of smoke into the air, propping his chin up in one hand as he leans on the railing overlooking Sharak Sanzo’s place— the destruction, the repairs… they’re well on their way to putting it back together, but it’ll never be exactly the same.

Kinda like the four of them. They’ve been fired, fractured, plus almost slaughtered by some kinda heavenly brat or…something. No going back now, but maybe that’s not such a bad thing. They’re all still here, after all, and they all intend to stay that way, for better or for worse.

They’re all banking on ‘better’— all of them except Hakkai, who can’t help but fear for ‘worse’.

“Don’t go killing me off, man. What's with all this ‘without me’ crap?” He takes his cig between two fingers and lets it dangle over the edge, turning his head to face his best friend instead. He grins and red eyes meet green as his gaze fixes itself on Hakkai’s expression— carefully controlled in the way Hakkai keeps himself. Gojyo doesn’t have to be a genius to guess what’s happening behind it, he just has to know Hakkai.

He’d like to think he’s the best at that, if nothing else.

“If I was that easy to get rid of, I would’a been gone a long time ago— the same is true for all of us, right? I’m willing to put my money on that— on us, I mean— but fuck knows I’ll lose if you go betting against me.” As light-hearted as his tone rings, as easy as the smile tugging at the edges of his mouth remains, there’s something painfully genuine in the eyes that search Hakkai’s face. It slips through the cracks in his nonchalance, drawing a slight line of tension between his brows.

“…You’re stuck on something, Hakkai. It'd be tougher not to notice. It won't kill ya to be upfront with me now, right?”

[imperishableblaze]

STARTER CALL || @recre8ed

                犬夜叉   ―   ❛ Oi  !  Move  outta  the  way,  will  ya  ?  There's  demons  to  kill.   ❜

[lunaetis]

woah hey happy birthday!!!!! congrats on getting older!!!!

[ THANK YOU FRIEND !! hjklhkhjlk i am old and tired and just ... bones cracking all over like a crispy chicken bUT STILL !! THANK YOU FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHHHHH !! HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GREAT DAY ON YOUR END AND MAY YOUR BONES NOT BE AS CRACKLY AS MINE HJLKHLK ]

[napalmera]

❝ that could have gone better. ❞

@recre8ed ↳ hades meme !!

"you don't say." she swipes a decent amount of demon gut goo from her skirt ( at least it's black so the drycleaner won't ask about the mysterious stain ) and flings it in his general direction. "wanna offer any insight into why demons are attacking us in the middle of the day?"

[flybcll]

"You have been distracted all evening. I can see that."

friendship starters vol. 4 ( accepting )

          a  gnawing  feeling  lurks  in  his  gut,  a  sense  of  unease  like  a  beast  rattling  its  cage.  it  tortures  him.  lurking  beneath  his  thoughts,  all  too  like  a  predator  beneath  the  waves.  he  hates  that  feeling  more  than  anything  else.  more  than  once,  his  mind  drifts  from  their  conversation  with  introspections  awash  with  frustration.  he  wants  to  forget,  to  mask  these  impulses  like  he  always  does,  and  pour  himself  another  cup.  the  all  too  familiar  burn  dulling  the  twinges  of  anxiety  brewing  inside  him.  they're  suppose  to  be  having  fun—it  should've  been  fun.  swallowing  dryly  at  their  words,  his  gaze  drifts  to  the  floor,  much  like  a  child  caught  in  the  act  of  mischief.

          even  with  his  senses  numb,  he  quickly  snatches  the  bottle  they  share  and  drinks  from  it  himself.  he  hates  feeling  like  this—frustrated—angry.  it  takes  his  mind  back  to  the  stadium,  which  put  the  stake  in  his  baseball  career.  if  he  listens  close,  the  pounding  in  his  ears  is  not  too  different  from  the  crowd's  voices.  he  shudders  with  thinly  hidden  disgust  for  thinking  about  the  past  and  steels  himself  enough  to  speak.  he  is  a  storm,  a  twisting  whirlpool,  flippant  and  wild.

          "aren't  you  the  observant  one?  hm?"  bitter  words  ease  of  his  tongue  before  his  mouth  snaps  shut.  he  takes  a  breath  and  tries  again.  "I  don't  know——  I  just...  my  family's  a  mess.  my  father  fucked  up  and  got  himself  locked  up.  my  sister  looks  at  me  like  i'm  the  devil  himself."  he  swishes  the  bottle  around  wistfully.  "my  mother  finally  got  back  to  me  today.  reached  out  to  here  a  while  a  back  before  i  wanted  to...  I  'unno,  reconnect  and  y'know  what  she  said?  she's  busy."  a  chuckle  slips  from  his  lips  dripping  in  fury.  "fuckin'  hell...  i  don't  even  know  what  to  do  about  that  anymore."