♥ Samson and ♥ Cassette Tape
♥ Samson: And the history books forgot about us. Write a drabble about your muse dying in my muse’s arms, or vice versa.
The rumors had finally taken their tole. As much as the blond wished to believe that all of his trust was justly put in the palm of the chief of JP's hand, it... just wasn't to be so. There was so much doubt that swirled within him, so many insecurities, so many things that he just never had the chance to assure himself of...
Finally, his patience snapped.
It wasn't unusual for a man in such a high position to have possession of a lethal weapon, and the gun was always secured in the drawer next to the youth's bed. He'd been told, quite a few times in fact, that it was there. "In case anything happened again..."
Funny how it always worked out that the one you trusted most was usually the one behind the trigger.
Yamato slumbered quietly in the duvet he'd curled himself into, but the shift in the bed as Morty slunk in was enough to rouse him into partial awareness. Bleary silver hues blinked at him questioningly, brow furrowing as he maneuvered himself into the sleepy embrace of his lover. He breathed deeply once, listening to the lulling pitter patter of a heart still not aware of the threat he'd soon be.
He cocks the gun from behind the two of them easily, finger already wrapped around the trigger.
Morty feels the noticeable shift as the fully conscious chief startles at the realization of what was going on.
A note was later found at the scene of the crime;
"If I can't be the only one to have you, then I'll take you down with me so no one ever will."
♥ Cassette Tape: My good friends know that I’ve never tried a boysenberry. Write a drabble about our muses getting to know each other better!
"You're not eating just takoyaki."
It's a blatant statement given to the gunmetal youth as Morty bustles about the kitchen, prepping them both for a day in the workplace. Lunches were a necessity, but attempting to feed a particular chief of JP was proving to be more hassle than it was truthfully worth.
He's given quite the fundamental pout for his efforts however.
"Takoyaki's fine, I don't need anything else."
"Bullshit, you're not eating just sweets. I've put a few things in a bento for you, and you can tell me what you liked out of it later, now go!! You're going to be late! Don't shove all your work onto Naoto again."
