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Title: Volcano
Day [fourth: July 29] entry
Prompt used: 03 [Bitter Sweet]
What I am to you is not real
What I am to you, you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask
What I give to you
Is just what I'm going through
This is nothing new
No, no just another phase of finding
What I really need is what makes me bleed
But like a new disease
(And with this, I’ve actually completed three bingos! This bingo idea for SSKK week was great, and I had a lot of fun with it ^^)
350/365: Heathens
Shin Soukoku Week day 7 entry
Prompts used, I3, I5
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“The masquerade is a way for the rules to be loosened for one night.”
Ryuunosuke fixes Atsushi’s bowtie, folding it gently against his neck.
“By using disguises, each guest’s identity can be almost completely hidden. They may recognize us regardless, and you may recognize others, but questioning anyone’s identity is an unspoken taboo.”
He ties his mask behind his head, red ribbons falling over his hair, matching the color of the barrette holding it in a small ponytail.
“Tonight, we’ll use different names. Everyone does.”
The car slows to a stop, and Ryuu glances outside, beyond the black fox mask circling his eyes and covering his cheeks. He looks back to Atsushi then, quickly straightening out the lapels of his suit as the driver steps outside.
“Now,” murmurs Ryuu, touching the nose of his mask to Atsushi’s own, “what is my name, love?”
Atsushi takes a deep breath, steadying his heartbeat, willing the adrenaline to stop boiling in his blood.
“Kitsune,” he murmurs, unable to keep his nervous eyes from glancing behind Ryuu at the driver opening the car door for them. But Ryuu sets his gloved hand on Atsushi’s cheek, turning him back towards him, his completely calm eyes steadying him like an anchor.
“And you?” He says softly. Atsushi gulps a little.
“Tsuki,” he says, throat dry. Ryuu nods. But his brow furrows slightly, and he runs his thumb across Atsushi’s cheek.
“You’re nervous,” he says. “We can go home, if you’d like.”
Despite how his hands quiver in his lap, Atsushi shakes his head almost immediately.
“No,” he says quietly. He reaches across their laps, entwining his fingers with Ryuu’s, holding his hand tightly. “This… This means a lot to you.”
He smiles softly, touching their fox masks together again. “I want to do it for you.”
Ryuu sighs. His hand falls from Atsushi’s face, pausing at his lips, moving down his arm to his hand.
“You’re an idiot,” he mutters, but he stands, stepping out the open door, his fingers still latched onto Atsushi’s. “And I love you.”
With a smile, Atsushi follows.
Greek columns lit by spotlights stand before the grandiose building. In front of the large double doors, a concierge stands by a podium.
“Names?” He asks. Ryuu’s lips twitches, and he reaches into his pocket.
“We’re on the list,” he mutters, slipping a wad of yen into the concierge’s hand, who merely nods.
“Of course, sir.”
Atsushi only stares at Ryuu as they step inside, mouth hanging open. Ryuu glances at him.
“That’s how everyone gets in,” he shrugs. Atsushi holds tight to his hand as Ryuu opens the door, and the expanse of the Mafia’s masquerade stretches before them.
The entire room is decorated in a rich, ornate red, from the carpets to the curtains. Every guest filling the massive hall wears elaborate outfits and detailed masks, and waiters scuttle around with trays of food and drink.
And Atsushi’s gace travels over all of it, soaking it in, until Ryuu tugs slightly on his hand.
“Tsuki, dear,” he murmurs, a ghost of a smile at the corners of his lips, “would you rather stand in the doorway all evening, or accompany me inside?”
Atsushi feels his shoulders relax as Ryuu squeezes his hand gently.
“Alright, Kitsune,” he smiles.
He walks inside with his lover, hand-in-hand, letting his presence and the reverie of the night soothe his nerves. Despite the crowd, this is their night.
And no Mafia or Agency will take that away from them.
