#xtrication

[denitr-ia]

Covers his mouth because how dare you do lip stuff. - Shiroi (imisseduicantlogontoaim)

     Licks her hand because deal with it.

[denitr-ia]

Shiroi noises.

     “Mmh. You should know I don’t actually speak distressed. Shocking to be honest, considering how often you try to communicate with.. this.”  A blearily interested cadence coloured response as he reached out to Shiroi after a near dismissive wave of hand, automatic motor function he sometimes wished wasn’t so pliant under her pleading soul, ignoring own desperation kicking the breath out of him, shy of cracking a rib. Would probably hurt less anyway. Usually affection helped so he adopted a warmer edge to the grin adorning features whilst hoisting her petite form up with ease, legs wrapping around his waist like they belonged there, every sharp angle and after long uncomfortable paralysis of his thighs. As they did belong. And everywhere else in him.

     Not too unlike the way his heart was grasped tight in her delicate hands, how Shiroi most likely thought of it as a gentle caress of love and he identified more of her having squeezed everything he had to give out lifetimes ago, the way he bled and dirtied her sacred skin all the way down to her elbows gone unnoticed. Yet, he was still bleeding raw, so maybe there was a thing or two to be said about that.

     You can run, but you can’t hide. Climb as far a you want, the fall will come. However deep you bury yourself, she’ll be there to dig you out. And now you’re numb to it.

     She could probably find something fatally poetic about the entirety of their damned predicament in her pretty lil’ head but mostly, now, when the implications of habitual ease and condensed yearning which Denìtr fell into her and vice versa, in every breath he took and counted too scared to release in fear of it being the very last -- knowing it would be, one of these days, calm ignorance blanketed their counted days and the male welcomed it with open arms and mouth, waited for it to fill lungs until he felt akin to drowning under the pressure and dragged her along to the depths.

     He had seen a man with face of distant nightmares two days ago in a park, fought off the surfacing urge to walk over to stab a branch through his eye after initial shock of dread and denial wore off. Might have done something for them. Never did. Took the coward’s way out and kept it from her.

     This time would be different. Could be. Please.

[somecrazylads-a-blog]

"M... Marriage? W-why're you asking me about that all of a sudden?" If it wasn't obvious from the look on his face of how he almost choked on his drink, Elliot was staring at Byeongki with wide eyes. Like a deer in headlights. "We aren't even dating– Don't do that."

M: @xtrication

“I was just being curious” Byeongki shrugged helplessly, a bit disappointed at how fast Elliot shot him, and the argument, down. He hadn’t even necessarily intended him to be added to the entire ‘marriage’ thing, but just the concept in itself.Byeongki thought that it was a huge step to further solidify a relationship that is worth it. What does Elliot think of it, though?

“I just wanted to hear what you think of it, I wasn’t proposing to you. Marriage as a concept, you know?”

[denitr-ia]

[drunk text]: dont tell Deni but theY ARE so hot (Nana)

[ MEME ; texts ]

[ text ⇒ Nananah ]❚ ..I’m about 110% sure he  already knows this. I mean  have you seen him❚ But no worries, I’ll keep   your secret ;)

[chymxrical]

"I don't want to hear about Charlie again!! Even mom is tired of hearing about him, shut up." High school Yusha pre dating. "Yeah yeah he's perfect. Perfect grades. Great guy wow, amazing. Just make out with him."

                                    “I really don’t understand what you have against the guy.” Yuna replies back whilst untying the tie on his school uniform. “Charlie really is a great guy. You could try to learn a thing or two from him.” 

He turns around, giving Sasha a weird look with an arched brow. “I don’t see any reason I have to make out with my best friend. Stop being so weird…” He trails off, a thought coming into mind before he blurts out. “Are you jealous? Do you like him or is this about him being good at everything? I could tell him to help tutor you or something. I know your math grades have been plummeting recently; maybe I could talk to him about this if you want?.”

[denitr-ia]

“They have a gun…” – Shiroi

[ MEME ; starters ]

     He knows. He fucking knows. The mere image of it had him nauseous, mouth dry and knuckles white as he attempted to calm down enough to figure a way around this, aware options were not favourable for them in any situation. Still reeling from the close call with the only saving grace with them managing to get to hiding unscathed thanks to poor aim, but only barely so. Next one.. next one would not miss. He just needed to make sure it missed her. Selfish, so cruel, but he can’t watch her die any more times, even if sacrifice prolonged eventual end closing in on the girl without fail only so little. 

     But not like this. Fucking hell not like this.

    “Listen,” Turning to cup her face and leaning close to deliver hurried words of whisper, trying his damn hardest not to sound as wrecked as he truly felt at the moment, knowing there was no way out, there never was, no matter how fast and how far they ran. “Shiroi, honey, I need you to run. Okay? I need you to sprint as goddamn fast as you can when I tell you to.” I’m sorry I’m sorry I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryIloveyouI’msosorry