#sentouya

[plasmphide]

@sentouya

      from his seat on the grass, n sends a defensive stare through his tangled bangs. his hair is mess of twigs and orange autumn leaves, and he holds something precious under his arm--purposefully obscuring it from prying eyes.

     “stop staring at me,” he says to touya after a moment of hesitation. “i’m just helping a friend.”

[thanbeefy]

sentouya: literally eat my ass.

[yoshidamn-blog]

What did you do---?

4. your muse finds photographs of one of my muse’s deceased loved ones.

        yoshida is out for the time-being, though he allowed touya to hang around his hotel room for a little while longer. the kid has no where else to go, after all, so why can’t yoshida do him a kindness?

       touya sits on the edge of the bed, heels digging into the floor and fingers curling into the comforter. he looks around the room. it’s painted white; pristine. there’s a few paintings hanging from the walls. a large television sitting on a stand in front of the bed. all very typical, what you’d expect from a hotel room.

       something catches his eye. in his peripheral, he sees something sticking out of yoshida’s bag. the corner of a paper of some kind, it looked like? curiosity got the better of him. sliding off of the bed and kneeling down, he pulls whatever it is from the bag. this is probably a huge violation of privacy, but...

       it’s a photograph. an old photograph, slightly faded and yellowed. pictured is a young woman, at least twenty-one, with fiery hair that falls in wild orange curls about her face. a beautiful face with baby blue eyes that stare out at him from the photo. brown freckles are splashed across her face, her neck, her exposed arms, which hold a little girl. she’s much darker in complexion than her mother, but her eyes are the same color. she has the same freckles. but her hair is dark brown.

       she resembles someone.

       the door to the room opens. touya looks up. he realizes just who the little girl looks like.

       ` you never told me you had a family--? `

       amber eyes fall on the photograph in touya’s hand. yoshida’s throat tightens. he walks in swift strides across the room and pulls the photograph away. ` i don’t. `

       before touya can respond, yoshida’s already left.

[yoshidamn-blog]

♣ ZACHY

♣ - a fading memory

        ` mom! mom! look what i found! `

       the normally reserved, shy boy is suddenly so full of energy! eight years old, toddling around on short legs with bright amber eyes and wild brown hair that sticks out every which way. satoru tugs on his mother’s hand, stumbling as he leads her into the backyard, across the plush grash and to the shade of a few trees near the fence.

       the woman laughs. he’ll later grow up to inherit that laugh, musical and loud. satoru settles down on his knees, grass stains on his skin, and he points to a small hole in the ground. bundles of purple and blue are nestled among one another inside the warmth of the dry hole, protected from any bad weather by the shade of the trees around them.

       nidoran aren’t uncommon around these parts, nor are their evolutions. nidoqueen and nidoking rarely breed, however, so it’s more than likely their mother is a nidorina.

       these creatures... so tiny, so fragile. they’re out of sight of any predators. satoru had spotted them while gathering wildflowers growing near the back of the yard to give to his mother. he was instantly fascinated. they’re obviously newly hatched, with the fact their eyes aren’t open and they haven’t grown the protective poisonous spines along their bodies yet.

       ` i wonder where their mom is, ` satoru mumbles, half to himself. his mother looks at him, eyes soft and smile softer. it’s rare to see him so excited over something.

       ` probably gathering food for them. she’ll be back soon, they never leave their babies for long. speaking of which, it’s almost dinner time! ` and suddenly, she’s grabbing little satoru by the waist and swinging him into her arms while he kicks around and yells in complaint, before relaxing with a pout as she carries him inside.