— he was an artist and she was a poet. he turned every sonnet into beautiful artworks with gentle paintbrush strokes. and she became the inspiration for all his colors while crafting her sentences. being each other’s muses in the symphony of artistic expressions.
Shigure giggled whilst nuzzling his nose against Yue's neck, soft hums came along as he rest his head on their shoulder.
What did you do to me, honey? Ah, I'm a soggy noodle it seems.
In fact, I never think of you as such a handful. I simply, sincerely waited for this moment.
The bliss of rainforest scent seeping into his lungs, the sound of rain like that of the Earth's beating drums, and the warmth of his sweet kitsune's body against his got him thinking..
"It's good to be alive."
Maybe.. maybe one of the kids did.. hmm. 😅
I don't seem to see the brave and patient you see in me, I just simply am.. loving you. And yes, you're here.
So, the serpentine brought forth his arms around his dearest's frame with his face hidden in their neck.
ただいま to us.
— when justice prevails, my heart will finally know peace. the gut wrenching feeling of being so unfairly treated, and watching them get away with it so easily because of the facades they put up as they flash their pearly white smile to the world. you’re time will come at last.
— a silence settled between our bones, a type of quiet that could start wars. our glances missing each other’s bodies, staring through hollow shadows of what we pretend to be. knowing we’re only playing house for show, terrified of other’s perception. nothing feels real anymore.