#sxlfurous

[coolnotyourproblem-blog]

For the drawing meme: -Their Family

As you requested. I didn’t say it would be good…

[kottahono-blog]

@sxlfurous

          A part of him wanted to believe in his father, but another part was still angry; still hurt. He did not want to hold onto hatred, yet whenever he saw him a taste came into his mouth that was like tar. One day he would not be like this. Today would not be the day he greeted his father with a smile. Or even a word. Right now it was a stare, his raised brow his only form of communication.

[green-deku]

sxlfurous started following you

“I-....um. Hello. M-Mister Endeavor...”

[nxveous]

❅°⸰º•⸰⋄⪧ @sxlfurous ⪦⋄⸰•º⸰°❅ ♡ ・ selectively accepting

     Multiple times, she is asked, ‘ Do you want to go through with this? ’ Worried questions come with good intent, but they make her grow weary. Each word uttered in that unique tone of voice ( where words lilt up to give the impression of innocuity, spoken soft and unassuming yet she can’t hear them as anything but ). Yes, this is something she wishes to do herself. No, no one is twisting her arm ( save for herself ). Yes, she will be alright. No, she will not crumble.      This is her experience, tailored and negotiated to suit her fancy. She has little motivation to leave her room, otherwise. If anything, she is the one twisting Enji’s arm, doctor serving as her proxy. The situation favors her, in some aspects. Surprise tickles her; she hesitates to believe Enji agreed.      He defies her expectations, inspires deep-down inhibitions, all by standing under the sign displaying ‘ KOHIKAN CAFE. ’ Even from a distance, her vision frames a hulking form, his jutting lip. From far away, he seems identical to the man sweeping her out the door more than ten years ago. As she nears, purse captured in tense hands ( temporary cellphone, courtesy of her doctor for emergencies. medication, dosages counted out ahead of time. a decent stack of cash fuyumi and natsuo foisted on her seconds before going out – so she has something to flaunt, they say, and leave no room for argument ), differences from his younger self become apparent. Lines that inevitably appear with age, hair a shade less saturated. Petty differences that few others can see. But, in spite of everything, she clings to these facts. They alleviate her smallest worries. Though fresh to her eyes, they are familiar. Make her wonder how much of this conversation will be predictable, avoidable. One way to find out.

     Her gaze flits down several degrees. It makes it easier to keep her legs moving, she finds, until she’s staring at his shoes. Breathe, she wills herself. Chin angles up, as does her gray focus. Swallow. Fix her shoulders and hands as to not fidget. It is time. Whether or not she is ready, is of no consequence anymore.      ❝ Are you ready to go in? ❞

[nxveous]

Bites directly into a Kit-Kat bar, giving eye contact the entire time.

❅°⸰º•⸰⋄⪧ @sxlfurous ⪦⋄⸰•º⸰°❅ :)

     Skepticism rises at the offer to meet – the beginnings of regeneration, renewal lie before their eyes. Apprehension sinks unforgiving claws into her heart from the moment she hears the offer, all the way to the moment they are seated, with only a table between them.     It goes about as well as expected. That is to say, disastrously. To their credit, they begin at peak maturity. Polite conversation draws out for all of two minutes before descent into controlled chaos. Simple disagreements devolve into snide comments, underhanded words that sting the very tongue they come from. Their voices remain low, the face value of their words mild, but tempers stray high.     Bubbling anger, hidden in her heart, evaporates at the crinkle of crimson wrapping. The tension, however, only thickens at the sight before her. Her nose twitches as Enji fumbles with thin plastic. Eventually, his fingers draw out a ( nearly melted ) candy bar. He raises it to his mouth, defies all expectations, and bites down. Chills spike up and down her spine.

     ( What is he thinking? Doesn’t he see the lines? Know he’s supposed to break the bar before eating it? Has he not matured over the years? )

     Heathen. Buffoon. Absolute monstrosity. He knows no fear – no respect. How he’s lasted this long is a mystery to Rei.     Ice burns at her palms. It crackles as her feet touch the ground, as hands brace on the table. To her feet she pushes herself, meeting his eyes in firm, unwavering coldness. Soon, he will know pain, and he will know fear.      ❝ Some crimes can never be forgiven. ❞

[mic-check-smile]

sxlfurous started following you

“Hmm... @nouxmu​.”

“Fetch.”