❛ oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game. ❜ makomo for sabito :)
a heavy sun, breaths down over the deck: their shadows set, finds home in the wood besides their bodies ( it's warm, envelopes them: you, amphibious akin - cold, from the ocean you're called to ) brows knitted, you set down a tile [ . . . ] i don't ever lose this game. @soultore's taunt, wrapped with saccharine: nails across scalp, pulling at peach strands. an anguished, ❛ makomo-ane! ❜
❛ how do you always win!? ❜ the tiles are tossed. palm to the wooden floor, your body is half stretched into the room, ❛ o-tōsan! makomo is cheating at shōgi again, tell her to stop! ❜ ( your father tells you she's not ) [ . . . ] ire reposes itself into your veins, a bed of blood nicely slotted into your nerves. arms soon span your chest, ❛ the game's stupid anyways. ❜
