i’m seeing endg*me today n i’m not mentally prepared at aLL
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i’m seeing endg*me today n i’m not mentally prepared at aLL
packing a 22 inch cintiq so its safe to check-in in a suitcase 8^0;;;;;
i’ve done it before, i can do it again....
the harsh summer buzz of cicadas fills in the silence between them . sunlight scorches any place outside of the leafy shade , and the air's so humid , it makes the ever-darkening bruise fresh and developing on sakura's face look black and tender as night .
when he sneaks in his silent looks at it , stealing glances in between winces , daisuke can only frown .
at the crater of changing color , at everything , the boy's hands behind his back and his fingers nervously tumbling invisible locks , his weight shifting to and from the balls of his feet . the enormous bag of ice he had hastily stolen from a nearby shop's outdoor freezer and even-more-hastily thrust into sakura's grasp sweats , its dramatic size more than enough to serve as a pillow , did sakura decide it .
but even that , a rush-job remedy after a completely unexpected reaction , would melt away soon enough , or at least faster than any lingering bruise .
( why ... why did you do that ? )
the question feels taboo , despite how slowly it seems to crawl and drag and endlessly repeat itself in daisuke's mind ... just like the memory , the sight of sakura's own strong fist mercilessly launching towards itself . too much , too soon . not here , and not now . so he simply stands and loiters even maybe when he shouldn't , stubbornly refusing to leave despite not knowing exactly what to do .
' sakura-san , sorry ... ' finally , his head droops and his spine wilts as he starts to whisper . the sense of guilt sloughing off his small shoulders is so thick , the shadowy gloom of it might as well have been as visible as its own dark and heavy mirage . between every considered should have and shouldn't have remained this single feeling of fault that he quietly tries to take responsibility for : ' i'm sorry ... i didn't mean to --- to do something bad to you . ' // @cherriedrage / @multeasers / cont.
hey uh ...... @ultravioleting
no problem!
no problem!!
no problem!!!
lastfencer replied to your post: also, i defleshed it the best i could ...
did you already throw salt on it?
no, not yet..i was just about to tho