" tch " harsh , sharp at the tip of the tongue . an already sour attitude made worse , split between being confrontational and letting himself simmer . DENIAL . he ' s always been stubborn and hardheaded , never one to give up , never the one to admit defeat .
the cold shoulder is frigid , a haze . lilac eyes hardened , less likely for any form of emotion to slip through . expression flattened , blank and uninterested .
you're not jealous , you repeat the phrase over and over . a reminder of sorts , STUCK IN YOUR HEAD like an annoying song . jealous of what ? somebody that isn ' t even [ . . . ] a sobering thought , he's not yours . HE ' S NOT YOURS . despite it all . a growl echoes , a punch to the wall , rock so no , it doesn't break . " fuck . fuck . FUCK . " speech becomes rapid , tied together with little space for pause .
sanemi is many things , patient is not among those things. he finds his prey , pulls him by haori into a room . it ' s meant for training , sparring and such but [ . . . ] it ' ll do . he has tomioka pressed against the wall , body HOT HOT HOT , but he ' s running on impulse so -- lips latch to the neck of the other , lightly nipping , sucking . MARKING . before he 's capturing tomioka's lips , slotting them against his own . your fervor is feverish , tongue darting to demand an opening . . . / nemi nemi
waves, crash over & devour: in its blue embrace, a blue summer - you have become, akin to shallow water, logged ( stained, shifted. drowning with suds in your throat. who would ever love such a boy? ) with melancholy blue eyes that beg to invite, lifeless. devoid of color, of warmth. they'll soon be swallowed in your sea. [ . . . ] damaging, eaten alive: there's a voice in your head ( your sisters? is this how you remember tsutako's voice? ) she encourages: make friends. you try in the form of another hashira. not the one you wanted.
like oil, black. like your hair. spilled on the ground, it's parasitizing: in the space of your ribs, how unaware of the further turmoil you cause ( the flame keeps you warm, do they lick at your skin? ) [ . . . ] the moon cradles itself for you both, allows you to taste - the oncoming onset of tragedy, the desire of a zephyr boy who creates tornadoes in his wake.
like a hibernating dragon, you too wish for the tiger to keep you warm.
thoughtless movements, down the hallway: where the path is taken from shadows by the setting sun, getting darker in shades ( do you soon find yourself prey caught, as if swallowed - bones & all, by a demon ) your back aches, suddenly. hot, burning & devouring: you think, with how warm your back is, the wood would catch on fire [ . . . ] cobalt eyes catch white, then lavender: like a magnet, you are drawn to him ( pushing & pulling ) your body snaps against his almost comforting, almost immediately.
❛ shina — ahh! ❜ teeth on your skin, sensitive as it is: breaks open your mouth, the groan discordant into silent air [ . . . ] your hands run warm, almost sweaty: heartbeat thudding in ears where blood pools, with - adrenaline, on your veins ( the feeling of want, desire: almost too much to bare, you think ) it happens too fast, you feel his lips sucking purple onto your throat & all you can think is, please. please, please, please. like pins & needles, human comfort but a tragedy you rarely experience.
arm, splayed across his shoulders, with fingers: tangled, pulling at white strands loosely ( his lips slot over yours, a moan breaks across his lips ) greedily, hungrily: your mouth opens, allows his tongue to explore inside &, your brain fogs itself in warmth [ . . . ] what a shame, for you? for him, that hands - shakingly, hesitantly - pull him off by his hair only to share his same air.
& with flushed cheeks, panting. your voice is shaking. ❛ wh — what was that … for? ❜
