#youngscion

[oculare]

"Happy birthday, mon choupinet," he murmurs, nuzzling some gentle kisses into the line of Stefano's jaw. It's midnight, and it's not the first time he's wished him a happy birthday this week—but this one is actually on his birthday (without fail the first he's received today, seconds after it became the 22nd), and this one is softer than those of the past week. Those were big, loud displays of love—doting with gifts and outings, suits and knives and art galleries. (1/?)

Gifts every day, of varying extravagance. Stefano was, without a doubt, spoiled for the entirety of his birth week. But this is different, and softer. “I want to be sincere, for a moment. Unabashedly open. You are so wonderful—so loved—and I am so lucky. I’m so grateful to have you.” His hand gently grasps at his, fingers linking. “This past week, I’ve organized things, planned things, knowing you’d like them, and it might seem counterintuitive, but I don’t have anything planned for today. (2/?)

Today, I want you to make all the decisions.” A gentle kiss is pressed to his lips here, something soft and warm and loving. “It is your day, after all. I’m here for you, whatever it is you want to do.” He presses his face into Stefano’s shoulder now, just breathing, just existing. “I’ve never felt so lucky. Thank you, for existing as you.” (3/3)

Knowing Shuu, Stefano should have predicted the dramatics leading up to his birthday. And yet, each day is filled with welcome surprises – many at a degree of extravagance he never would have requested himself. Shuu understands him well enough to know what he likes, and Stefano certainly isn’t the type to disagree with being doted on for a time.

But now, this quiet moment on the advent of the day itself, he finally feels as if they have arrived at a culmination of the preceding events.

All of Shuu‘s faces are beautiful, radiant, worthy of making every muse seethe with envy – but by far, the most lovely is the one he wears now – one of delicate happiness. That is the most profound gift he could ever have offered. 

“No, thank you,” he says at last, fondly smiling as Shuu leans into him. “I would not be here, as I am now, without you. You welcomed me into your life, and it has been like a magnificent dream. Not so long ago, I would have said that being this happy was impossible.”

There’s a pause, silence between breaths and heartbeats. 

“All I want is to spend today with you. Together.”

[lovedliar]

youngscion replied to your post: Tooru is a direct parellel to kaneki taken from a...

ur last tag is cursed but right but shuu works as both so. hm.

that last tag is cursed and i hate that i had to write it but ishida hates the gays:tm: anyways i still feel like aura is a better fit only because post trauma he was the one that supported tooru in unrealistic ways. The kid literally had his neck broken for tooru fdskjldsfkjljkl 

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@youngscion - 🔪

“How much would ya say that yer worth?” Brows draw close together in invisible furrow (that’s how it worked, right? he has no eyebrows to properly furrow, after all.) as he stared. “How much just is th’golden boy worth? I’m hurtin’ t’know.”

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@youngscion said: : NONVERBAL RP STARTERS  / 🙄 roll their eyes at my muse

   Annoyance settles itself upon expression when the other has the impertinence to roll his eyes at him, arms crossing whilst lips turn into a sneer. How dare he. ❝ Do tell. Were manners omitted from your upbringing? Because it seems you don’t have any. ❞ 

   No wonder he was so often alone - With an attitude like that, it was a wonder anyone [ bar that small girl with the camera ] wanted to spend time with the ghoul. ❝ Should I perhaps teach you some? Do what your parents couldn’t manage and make sure they’re burnt into your mind? ❞ Those born with silver spoons in their mouths always appeared to lack the proper conduct ‘round those deemed beneath them. Frankenstein has to wonder if this is a similar case. 

  All the more reason to not let it slide. ❝ This is your final warning. I do not tolerate rudeness under my roof. ❞

[unwcvering]

@youngscion || cont. 

       “It is hardly considered a situation. You’re being dramatic.” Of course, Waver couldn’t speak for the other man nor had “lived” it, but he would have been mildly frustrated if someone had consistently gotten his order wrong when all it had been was a simple cup of coffee. The cafe was considerably busy in the queue; it was an honest mistake to repeatedly get a customer’s order incorrect. An annoying one, but it wasn't intentional. His only regret was getting involved at all and making a scene while wearing his uniform. “Take mine if it’ll prevent you from running your bloody damn mouth like a fool,” he snapped, sliding the takeaway cup toward him, a plain Americano. “I have time to spare on getting back in line and waiting for another.”

[lovedliar]

"You knew him, didn't you?" The conversation has veered in that direction somewhat accidentally; there's no one else around at the moment, and Shuu feels that he can let some of the mask slip, at least. There's something soft in the tone of the question, which is a sharp contrast to his usual stony demeanor whenever Furuta is brought up in any context when anyone else is around.

Unprompted (or as I call this fruit manipulated 2 gay men to do his bidding) / Accepting/ @youngscion​

     “For a while I suppose,” Fingers tap against his arm and eyes drift to the side. They’d worked together but to say that Tooru ever really knew Furuta beneath that mask would be a lie. He saw hints of the liar that Furuta was, the strings he was pulling behind the scene, but he never confided in Tooru. “He trusted me enough to lead the oggai.”

“He made me feel like what I was doing there was important, I guess I was right in a way.” does he elaborate on that feeling? No, he doesn’t.

[lapined]

@youngscion​ sent: “   healing  is  not  linear ,   but  it’s  always  moving  forward .   ” // :)

‘ when did the conversation come to me, ‘ 

fingers found themselves messing with the cups behind the counter. keeping her own nerves steady-- she wasn’t here to talk about herself. shuu was better at that, he had more than an essays worth to say about himself. 

‘ i don’t need to heal, i just need to move on already. it’s been long enough. ‘

[cannibalic]

@youngscion​

     To be graced with such beauty before him was a god-given gift. To witness such charm made tears threaten to spill from his eyes. Oh, how he wanted to cry about how he was lucky to have the honor to see such a renaissance man. Footsteps are gentle, unheard as he follows Shuu throughout the greenhouse, a soft smile tugging at his lips as Shuu talks about each and every type of rose. ❝ And this one? ❞ Kanae asks, pointing to a wilting red rose.