#wellfell.

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WRY LAUGH GUISING THE IMMINENT JUDGEMENT FROM HER⸺a precise articulation alluding his deceive, with dead-eyes scrutinizing his grimaces . . . the infamous disturbing silence, the absence of @wellfell persistent cling to his frame; he fathoms the pretense is eroding, even with an amiable smile he offers within a willing embrace 'tween stern body &. reassuring kisses upon her crown . . . HE HOLDS DEARLY TO HIS LIE, BECAUSE IT IS FOR THEIR BEST⸺she shouldn't know the reason for his deceive, merely because it is for her; to protect her, even when she doesn't need it. I AM A GROWN WOMAN, with a record besmirching the life they have now as a couple . . . albeit, there'll be a moment where he has to look over his shoulder for protecton; she is capable of doing the things she had been accused of, those blackened eyes, it carries blood within, ❝  i don't. i would never lie to you about anything, remember? i swore to you, in front that nameless grave you brought me into. ❞

AKINA MORI SAID, "YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT THAT," FROM BLOOD IS THICKER THAN ... ; ACCEPTING.

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an exasperation sigh is emitting perpetually whilst his hues are peering down upon @wellfell within disbelief –– his vexation does not come her misdeed nor trepidation, however due to her enigmatic past is slowly perturb their little ' idyllic ' life; the lady in white is maiming her mirth as her nights have been terrorized by constant dreaming of being swallowed by the sea, peculiar appearance of her past lover texting him continuously for her salvation regardless of the numbers have been blocked by him –– life has changed for worse, &. johann wonders if it's all worth it . . . he has, surprisingly, unyielding affection &. adherence upon her, however affection shouldn't make them live in terror, of which johann has never experienced before ( he has lived with his father, &. his mother, &. his job causes terror; however this is something more than he could fathom )

❝  . . . i think you should talk to your boyfriend, nana, ❞  enunciates with venom, their rings are glistening in treachery; their wedding had been pushed indefinitely &. guilt &. shame have lacerated their dignities –– they've grown apart slowly, regardless of his steadfast embrace to her weary body; his lips are o'er her temple, but it isn't as ardent as before, as suspicions riddled within each kisses . . . who are you, haven't i known you enough? your mother abandoned you, your father &. your sister are dead; you have killed your abuser . . . but who is the lady in white wedding dress &. ryuji ? a lingered love, the man takes her within his arms, as he rests her head upon her shoulder; veiled from her face, veiled from the truth he seeks –– he fathoms that the truth is lain bare upon her face, &. it is curse she carries within, ❝  i'll take you to japan. to find answers. i have told you before –– i will find the answer, even if it takes the end of the world to find it. i'll help you to find your salvation. ❞ 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ NEW SMALL STARTER CALL , accepting.

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she makes her presence known by the deliberate saunter of demanding steps clinking upon the polished flooring before she settles down brashly upon his lap––––––he has arranged a meeting for 'em couple weeks ago; the promise he has made during their habitual texts which he has probably forgotten about because he is already preoccupied by the unexpected matter befalls upon him this morning .. a new case, contains a dispute in the governmental contract about sustainable energy &. the damage that could be immeasurable, but his line of vision gets veiled by her unbuttoned shirt that reveals the hidden pleasure 'neath her best blazer she owns amongst the questionable attires &. he groans, expectantly, because it is not the best time for their indulgence .. despite it is a part of his schedule for the day,

@wellfell sets a scene [ preoccupied : rile my muse as they are working ]

‘ jesus––––––nana. what the hell? ’ he curses within the nickname he has given to her––––––he couldn't pronounce her name perfectly in the accent she desires, thus he came up with a solution that perfectly fits into her personality .. despite it is merely a variation of the syllables on her name, but he thought she would appreciate it, regardless of the fact that it is the first time he ever used that name . . . what if she thinks the name is meant to chastise her? albeit he is currently berating her for shifting her weight on his abdomen &. slowly unbuttoning his shirt .. she is leaning down to meet his lips––––––which he gives chaste kisses between the rumble of dissatisfaction on her playful ploy . . . calloused hands are slithering to her prominent hips &. wish to stirs her away from him but her physique is seizing him; caging, as her womanhood is grinding upon his clothed bulge .. dampening, between the fabrics of their clothes, ‘ okay.. you need to stop now .. sandra could come any moment now with your tea––––––ah. don't do that. i need to make notes––jesus. you've been imaging this before come here, huh? ’

THE ENORMITY OF MY DESIRE.

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‘  haven’t you heard the stories ?  ’     whispered @wellfell fervently under their breath whilst peering upon him inquisitively －－ omitting exasperation within his frustration as digits coiling upon the timber of bloodied knuckles ; A TELLTALE IS FORGOTTEN, WHICHEVER THE PHANTOM WOES, shrieking beneath the paralyzed dream of freedom, seeks the redemption of sky befallen upon eyes gazed above [ . . . ] HERE LIES THE STORY, of failed fatherhood, of failed martyrdom : that's his story augmented upon sacrifice soaking in his hands &. which one is theirs ? ‘  i hope it begins with once upon a time,  ’    croaked humorously but faux ; if it begins with once upon a time, it is not real. mere illusion to entertain the dying, but he isn't, just yet. [ from here ]

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‘ i would have died from a heart attack if my children ever pooping on my clothes–––––but that wouldn't happen because i don't have children, ’ mumbling 'neath his exasperation sigh as her reaction is indifferent .. perhaps his feeling doesn't really matter because it's such a trivial problem for her. however a realization punctures him, as he covers his mouth from revealing his quiet giggling before peering upon her scandalously, ‘ . . . did you mean to tell me that you see yourself as the mother for kitty &. i am the father? .. do you want me to call you as mommy now? .. you're so hilarious. ’

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sun-beams are tickling the sweat-dropped face, with tainted soiled hand is holding the other hand; bloodied tip, cascade to the wrist, whilst she stands still at the bay of their balcony . . . its thorn prickles, however the roses bloom, @wellfell doesn't say anything about the serenity he tries to build for either of them, it's the opposite: the truths she has been holding of herself, it pricks him.

lips are tenderly pursued into a thin line as he walks past her to let the water flows to his hand whilst he tries to gather himself; the embarrassment for getting caught in vulnerability, as her fervent gaze is fixated upon his back, pouring herself to be seen for what she truly is .. rose-tainted glasses, how foolish he ignores the truth he knows from the beginning: why did he plant flowers for her to admire?

‘ . . . i know. but why right now? .. do you think you don't deserve this? ’ hesitancy, tip of his tongue is dampening his lips as he turns around to face her; beaten, adjacent. but he walks towards her, with crimson tips are chasing her face to cradle her within his steadfast embrace; his eyes are searching for the fondness she could have for him, as his could have spoken the ardent truth of his concealed affection .. that's why she is telling him; because she thinks she doesn't deserve the second chance of his tenderness .. or the life that takes a shape of home gradually, after the blood of justified manslaughter are dripping from her tender hands; the blood from people he never know, &. yet loathed abhorrently. why does he hate the tainted shadow of her past when the past is hers to have, ‘ .. i can protect you, na. you don't need to worry if people are looking for you. i'll protect you. you deserve this–––––you are not a bad person for taking things on your own hands. ’

akina says, ❛ you already know how this will end. ❜ / 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. : accepting.

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a child's audible laughter can be heard 'tween the silent tides sweeping upon the man's barefoot feet as he swings the child he babysits with @wellfell –––– it is an incidental circumstance, promptly arranged when akina brought the child to the apartment merely because the child's apartment is in under renovation . . . he thought it would be fun &. meaningful for the child, &. akina, unknowingly, to bring them into the amusement park near the beach &. they spent their afternoon 'tween the attractions &. the beach.

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste / from here

‘ okay! that's enough––––i'm dizzy, ’ he takes mina into his arms &. softly cradling her to the sand as akina is watching them from the distance, o'er his shirt he lays upon the sand therefore she can sit on it; reminiscing the peculiarity she never sees from him because he never brings her to meet his second-cousins . . perhaps he has created a distant imagery that both of them know it won't happen to them, but for once, they could savour the domesticity of their unknown affection.

‘ oh, look, auntie akina bought something! ’ mina is squealing within his embrace as he saunters next to her before sitting down on the sand; there is a fleeting kiss upon the woman's crown, as the child within his arms is lamming away to take one of the toothpicks &. eats the foreign food he never sees before, but he assumes it's something popular in their culture because they speak in japanese––––idle hands are gathering mina's hair to tie it into a pigtail before an abrupt shove of the food is directing to his mouth.

brows are furrowing in confusion as akina doesn't say anything but cautiously holding the toothpick thus he takes a bite upon the food; it's savory, &. slightly sweet, there's something within the ball as he chews silently. the ladies are waiting for his reaction, but he keeps chewing upon the food, before he realises that it's a squid. mina is quipping, ' oishi-nee? ' &. he truly thinks it's the name of the food so he glances towards akina &. utters, ‘ oishi. is that the name of this food? i think it's okay, but it's too small... ’

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