َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓.

𝚁𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 ⠀ ⠀ 𝖋lesh⠀ ⠀&⠀ ⠀𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚⠀ ⠀*⠀ ⠀the⠀ ⠀ᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ ⠀⠀is⠀ ⠀ 𝓮ither⠀ ⠀poured⠀ ⠀or⠀ ⠀it's⠀ ⠀𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒕.⠀ the⠀ ᴾᴿᴱˢˢᵁᴿᴱ⠀ in⠀ the⠀ gland's⠀ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝖎 have ᵗᵒ get 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈 a 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 f̲a̲s̲t̲e̲r̲、𝐑𝐔𝐍 you 𝓵ittle ʙᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴅꜱ * got 𝖆𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝒾 can't 𝒇eel my 𝙵A̲C̲E̲.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

do you、remember me? at all? (won't say anything)

[♱ 𝖘𝐨𝐧 ᵒᶠ ⺌ ᵃ 𝖕𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫. @starglamoring]

yeah? you really think so? i'm glad! ... i am wearing padded shoes right now——but don't tell that to anyone.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

he leans in again、pressing another lingering kiss to his lips、 gentle enough to leave no doubt that there’s no illusion involved.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

instinctively settling around him as he feels him press against his chest. he goes still for a heartbeat. his hand rises to cradle the back of shion’s head. thumb brushing once along opposing’s cheek. i thought you might change your mind.

[ᅠྀིྀི*𝕮ᴼ͟ᴹ𝔓𝔢𝑙𝑙𝓲𝗻𝗴┈‍┈‍𝐕ᴼ͟𝓲𝙲𝔢. @compelusion]

shion had always had an imminent fear that for all his ruthlessness with using his abilities、that everything has been reduced to an illusion. the grasp against his jacket is like lifeline. the breath fanned on his face feels so tangible.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

yeah. he leans closer by degrees、 giving the opposing every opportunity to pull away before closing the remaining distance with a gentle kiss. almost tentative as though he’s asking the question all over again without words.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

the tremble beneath his fingertips doesn’t go unnoticed、nor does the way he’s holding onto his jacket like letting go might somehow make this less real. the sound of his voice nearly makes him weak in the knees.

[ᅠྀིྀི*𝕮ᴼ͟ᴹ𝔓𝔢𝑙𝑙𝓲𝗻𝗴┈‍┈‍𝐕ᴼ͟𝓲𝙲𝔢. @compelusion]

his eyes land on his face. free hand curling downwards until it dangles on his side. their intertwined fingers grasped a little tighter. he shakes his head right when his palm lands onto his cheek. (no. never.) his other hand eventually

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

him every chance to retreat. you’re shaking、are you nervous? thumb eventually brushing lightly over the warmth of his cheek. because if you are、i can back up.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

you don’t? he murmurs、a laugh threatening at the corner of his mouth. then i suppose you’ll have to improvise. he doesn’t move away immediately. instead、 his free hand rises slowly、stopping just short of shion’s cheek as though giving

[ᅠྀིྀི*𝕮ᴼ͟ᴹ𝔓𝔢𝑙𝑙𝓲𝗻𝗴┈‍┈‍𝐕ᴼ͟𝓲𝙲𝔢. @compelusion]

suddenly、all playfulness diminishes as if the situation is suddenly so serious that shion is left briefly stunned、and it shows. eyes gazing straight at the other、all round and big at the sudden closeness. the breath that leaves him could

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

go ahead. mischievous glint settles into his gaze. but you’ll have to stay close enough to keep me quiet.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

you’re really committed to this comparison. the faint flush does not escape his notice. always had been more observant. (do you know how cute you look? i wish you’d blush more often).

[ᅠྀིྀི*𝕮ᴼ͟ᴹ𝔓𝔢𝑙𝑙𝓲𝗻𝗴┈‍┈‍𝐕ᴼ͟𝓲𝙲𝔢. @compelusion]

the stillness puts their short walk into a halt. his eyes look straight at the other. their hands still intertwined、a sort of softness only he could feel with the other. it doesn’t help when he lets his thumb run against the skin.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

gaze lingering on shion’s face before he leans slightly closer. you asked if i wanted to be yours. of course i took you seriously. his eyes flick toward the makeshift muzzle. leaning closer until there’s barely any space left between.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

https://t.co/R2t67pP7ox

[ُ @grnte]

your body is not a coffin for pain to be buried in. put it somewhere else.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

https://t.co/73rnXQlma5

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

you’ve gotten taller min——ah.

[♱ 𝖘𝐨𝐧 ᵒᶠ ⺌ ᵃ 𝖕𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫. @starglamoring]

you tell me. how different do i look?

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

just don’t get too comfortable with having a puppy. i still have teeth.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

the question catches him mid-step and seojun goes unusually still for a moment. his gaze drops to their intertwined hands、thumb brushing slowly across shion’s knuckles before he looks back at him. you’re asking me that now?

[ᅠྀིྀི*𝕮ᴼ͟ᴹ𝔓𝔢𝑙𝑙𝓲𝗻𝗴┈‍┈‍𝐕ᴼ͟𝓲𝙲𝔢. @compelusion]

the shake of his head implies he does not、but his lips curve a smile that does lean that he does、infact、enjoy it. shion scoffs a little、but seemingly says nothing more. he doesn’t seem to mind seojun coming closer——infact、he bumps

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

huff escapes him at the threat、 eyes narrowing with mock offense. you make me sound like some rabid animal. but if you’re asking whether i want to be yours— usual sharp——venom like gaze softening. yeah. i do.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓵̶aidback ‍ ‍ ‍𝒍⋆ ͮ ͤ ͬ． @fiIetoile]

⠀ *𝓯𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 for 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆,⠀／⠀a 𝑠𝑖𝑛 to your 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

his brow lifts at the exaggerated chatter gesture、expression turning knowingly unimpressed. you picked up a half———dead stray and decided it was yours. that’s not a puppy. that’s a hostage. but fine. i’ll bite less than most.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

you’re enjoying this way too much. he gives their hands a gentle tug in return、leaning a fraction closer. and no、i’m not blaming you. i’m blaming myself for letting you win so easily.

[ᅠྀིྀི*𝕮ᴼ͟ᴹ𝔓𝔢𝑙𝑙𝓲𝗻𝗴┈‍┈‍𝐕ᴼ͟𝓲𝙲𝔢. @compelusion]

he makss a small shrug、a light tug on their intertwined hands. (you just let me.) he turns to look at him. (are you blaming me?) he makes a chatter motion with his free hand、brow raised. (do you want me to talk? i can talk.)

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

he glances sideways at shion、the exhaustion still evident beneath his eyes. just don’t start treating me like some injured stray you found in an alley. though、i suppose you’re already doing exactly that.

[َ* ‍ 𝓦┈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 ‍ 𝕿𝒆𝒂𝒓. @myrifts]

he allows himself to be dragged along、fingers loosely entwined with his、making no effort to resist. you’re awfully confident for someone who just threatened me without saying a word. his thumb brushes absentmindedly over the other’s knuckles.

[ᅠྀིྀི*𝕮ᴼ͟ᴹ𝔓𝔢𝑙𝑙𝓲𝗻𝗴┈‍┈‍𝐕ᴼ͟𝓲𝙲𝔢. @compelusion]

a light flick to his forehead、shaking cranium. (idiot.) shion’s eyes lose all sharpness from his statement. his released hand wipes the blood away on jean before taking hold of seojun’s face. (c’mon. let’s go home.)