⋆ murata.

⠀ ⠀❛ it was like the act of being alive 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎. ❜ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ╱ 村田 雨月⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

⠀ ❛ . . . and he kept it buried far 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 than a normal person would. ❜

⠀ ╱ ☾

ugetsu murata. the violinist. descriptive. given rp && crossovers welcomed.
a piece by the #𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙎. rt? h

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

a kiss, @CONTTRICTIO. he needs one STAT.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

@CONTTRICTIO noooo, nooooo. no need for that. there's still half a glass of wine that he needs to finish, anyway.

all he wants is to be close to his lover. doing just that makes him feel so much better.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

rests his head on @CONTTRICTIO's shoulder.

too much wine ——- now he's just tired.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

@CONTTRICTIO a week? an entire WEEK?

not to sound like a spoiled child, but Ugetsu can't help the loud groan that escapes him at the thought of waiting so long.

who knows. why decide now when they'll have a whole week ( ! ) to decide.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

can they go on a vacation, @CONTTRICTIO? he doesn’t want to do anything anymore. well.

he doesn’t want to work anymore.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

@CONTTRICTIO and then a kiss.

what if they spend the entiiiiiiiiiiiire day at home? with each other? they can do so many fun things if they do.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

bites @CONTTRICTIO's shoulder.

for no particular reason other than he is bored.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

@CONTTRICTIO a date?

hmm . . . a brief noise of contemplation from the violinist, as if he was truly thinking about it. when in reality, what was on his brain was the furthest thing from this suggestion.

there's another bite down on his partner's shoulder —

[ً @holyaches]

i want you to know that it is okay not to love me. i want you to know that you are not the first person who found it a little too tough， who took two steps back when my jaws started snapping.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

@CONTTRICTIO it did! it really did, and he has been without kisses for sooooooo long now. that's why neither of them can go anywhere ever again.

he's starting to feel a little better, but . . . a few more couldn't hurt.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

a kiss, @CONTTRICTIO. please and thank you.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

@CONTTRICTIO hm. not enough kisses. more please.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

@CONTTRICTIO and he? well he didn't even know where to begin.

"Are you sure? A marriage, with me? You do realize that would mean that it would just be you and I, until one of us passes away right? Is that really something you want?"

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

@CONTTRICTIO struggling to make sense of it all.

the man before him was not only speaking of his own future, but the violinist's as well; and he wanted to spend his with 𝐡𝐢𝐦. what kind of cruel joke . . .

his mouth felt dry, the world suddenly had a slight tilt to it, —

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

he . . . doesn't know.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

his mouth feels dry.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

@CONTTRICTIO didn't even dare take an offered glass, his ( shaking, unbeknownst to himself ) hand instead grabbing onto the arm holding it before him.

"What are you asking me? Of me? Make it clear so I know exactly what you are saying, and not assuming what I think I am."

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

@CONTTRICTIO even paying attention properly to begin with.

how much of a fool he must have looked in the moment ——- brows furrowed in concern, mouth agape while he simply stared at Junho. Ugetsu —

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

oh, wow.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

oh.

[⋆ murata. @IRASCIBLEVIOLON]

wow.