sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ.

❝ τʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅen ᴄʜιʟᴅ sʜιnes ʙrιɢʜτer τʜαn                           τʜᴇ sᴜn. ❞

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

「 オレはもう…作った人柱力ではない。。。」

✦ ᴘᴏsᴛ-ᴡᴀʀ/ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ
✦ ɴᴄ-17
✦ ᴍs & ᴍᴠ
✦ ᴘᴀʀᴀ → ɴᴏᴠ
✦ ᴛᴀɢ: #ᴍαɴιᴄ
✦ ᴀᴜʀᴇᴜsʟᴏᴠᴇ → sᴀɴᴅᴛɪᴇᴅ
✦ ʀᴛ?

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

[] do i miss this account? absolutely.
may i possibly revamp? definitely.

hm.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

.......

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

@temperedflower Ah, will she have time to make the trip? Perhaps he could do so, this time?

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

Oh.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

Looks around.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

@temperedflower Oh, dear.... he's as red as his hair and doesn't know what to do.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

Looks around....

He's missed quite a lot, more than likely.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

@temperedflower Ah— could he ask for a better way to celebrate his birth than knowing he's on the receiving end of such genuine affection?

He doesn't believe so.

The most beautiful, perfect flower is all his own. How did he get so fortunate?

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

@temperedflower He can hardly count himself as one to be in this position often, so it should come as no surprise that he's a tad flustered. The flush upon his cheeks is the shade of his hair, yet he's transfixed by hues that remind him of summer and vibrant life.

He's reminded of happiness.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

@temperedflower She's too sweet to him. It's already the best with her in his life.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

And there it is.

Happy birthday.

[Naruto Uzumaki @_Yogen_No_Ko_]

The yarns of life are intertwined and woven together, knots of stormy seas and lucid strokes of silky fabric.

[ℬlσѕѕσм. @temperedflower]

Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ, Rᴇᴅ. ~

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

@temperedflower He's but a man.

And completely weak.

She's the only one for him.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

@temperedflower He's completely entranced by her laughter, and it's embarrassing, but he maintains his composure.

At least, he maintains himself until he realises how close they are, and the thoughts that form after.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

@temperedflower And he's backtracking and heading over to her.

Somehow, he finds his way under the blanket mountain, to stretch out next to her and press his forehead to hers.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

Spots a pretty flower.

Or a mountain of blankets hiding a pretty flower.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

Stares at the clock on his bedroom wall.

Twenty-seven minutes.

[sᴀʙᴀᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ. @sandtied]

And, as soon as she's within reach, those arms are closing, encasing her within the tight warmth of an embrace that clearly spoke of how much he's missed her. https://t.co/ATcmL4j4ey

[ℬlσѕѕσм. @temperedflower]

Without further delay, she was making haste for her prince, heading straight into his open arms. https://t.co/FjzzwavqPU