✧ ┊ ❛ ⸺ ✔ for my muse to say what they like about yours ❮ not accepting ❯ / @iiryoku
❛ How many of my cards do you want to unveil, hm? But I understand- you want me to gush about you. All right, then... Honestly, it's difficult to be specific, because I have come to appreciate all about you, Caelus. But, for starters, you're handsome, there is no denying that. As for other remarkable traits? Well, you are kind, perhaps to a fault. Good heavens, I wouldn't be as kind to me as you have been. Then there is your patience, not boundless- but just enough for for someone like me to lower my shields. My gratitude is not expressed enough for that... You're bright and warm, like one of the many suns of this galaxy. Oh, and you let me spoil you rotten, just the way I want it. Now... What else? Ah, yes. A great kisser, a great lover - rest assured, Caelus, you have ruined other men for me. Not even the Doctor can compare- haha. You're a wonderful person, deserving of much more than I can possibly give. Ask anything you want, and I will do it for you... I love everything about you. ❜ A tender ecpression grace fair features; full of the affection which had made a home inside the Gambler's heart. Caelus had done so much for him, how could he not fall for him? Still to this day, Aventurine thought himself unrowthy of any of this, but that did not mean he wasn't grateful. Anywhere the Trailblazer went, he would follow - for as long as he was allowed.
It hadn't gone unnoticed by Aventurine; the tense anxiety within the Trailblazer's chest. After all, what kind of gambler would he be, if he couldn't read other people? Anger and disdain towards him was a daily routine, but nonetheless painful to experience. The sister had poked at a wound, and Aventurine responded - but none of it mattered when Caelus was more in pain. The root cause? Him, of course.
Softening his expression, Aventurine gave Caelus a fond smile - tender and genuine, before taking his hand and splaying it flat against his own. The same gesture of his people's prayer, but he would spare the man the details of it, for now. ❛ Then you have my promise, I will stay, for as long as you want me to. ❜
Silently, Caelus took a hold of one of the gloved hands before, without a word, dragging Aventurine with him, out of batting range and also to get rid of the tightness that was now within his chest, at the mere thought of Aventurine actually leaving.
❝ If you leave... then you hurt me. So stay... please.. ❞
With those words, Caelus briefly tightened his hold on the hand.
❛ Hey now- no need to argue about me. Caelus just have to say the word, and I'm gone, it really is that simple. ❜ He would leave, if that is what the Trailblazer wanted... It would not be the first time he would be rejected and unwanted. It didn't matter all that much what he wanted or how he felt, honestly. What mattered was Caelus' feelings.
The first character I first fell in love with:
The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:
The character everyone else loves that I don’t:
The character I love that everyone else hates:
The character I used to love but don’t any longer:
The character I would totally smooch:
The character I’d want to be like:
The character I’d slap:
A pairing that I love:
A pairing that I despise:
I did some writing today hooray! Will write those smol one-liner-y starters tomorrow after work <3 And answer more asks, maybe c: Find me on discord for now.
❛ Of course. I would never let them have you. ❜ A huffed breath, followed by a gentle smile while he washed away the blood and grime from his partner's beautiful face ⸺ Suguru felt both disbelief and amusement, but mostly concern and guilt. Satoru really was something else sometimes... Even after having gone through such a traumatic experience, a horrific one - he still managed to smile like that? There was no doubt in the Yakuza Leader's mind, that Satoru had been suffered during his abduction ⸺ a fact which made Suguru's blood burn with seething rage and hatred towards the people who had dared to lay a finger on his beloved jewel, his family.
❛ I'm sorry, Satoru. It's my fault, for not taking more precautions regarding your safety. I was careless. ❜ Guilt ravaged Suguru's mind ⸺ it stung painfully inside his heart. It was his fault, that this happened. Had he been more observant, had he only... Perhaps it was a flaw of his, but Suguru just couldn't help but to put blame on himself when harm came his beloved's way. Reaching for a new cloth, a clean one, Suguru dapped it in luke-warm water before continuing to wipe at the injuries. In between the dabs, as gentle as he could, he disinfected the open wounds with rubbing alcohol - to prevent any infections. ❛ You have all right to be angry at me, y'know. Scared even... Are you sure you're not? ❜
@sagnaevi sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth / Suguru to Satoru <333 ;n; ( any verse )
It had been horrible, despite the fact that Satoru had known that Suguru would come for him. The mistreatment had left him bruised and bloody, something that could easily be seen on the dancer's face, where a split lip continued to bleed. The crimson liquid was a stain on perfectly fair skin, standing out like mud upon a perfectly white canvas. It didn't help that he was sore all over, which was the main reason that exotic depths slowly opened and gazed at the familiar features, that he saw, even when his eyelids were closed. The dancer would have recognized the yakuza leader blind, that was how much of an impact Suguru had on his life. So much, that Satoru couldn't imagine a life without the other now. He trusted Suguru to the point of having told his kidnappers, that they were going to die. Those had been some big words, but they held true, nonetheless. Satoru had, had no doubt in his mind, that Suguru would come for him, which had been the reason for him having felt no fear, once he had heard gunshots ring through the air. Seemingly, he had passed out, right after having seen those familiar features, bathed in pure, hot fury. The yakuza leader had looked deadly and almost unhinged in that moment, but even so, Satoru had felt nothing but relief.
Feeling the washcloth travel along his face, exotic depths, slightly heavy-lidded, settled on Suguru as a small, tender smile spread over fair lips.
❝ I knew.. you would come for me.. ❞
Satoru knew that Suguru always would, despite what danger might be in the way. The dancer wanted to kiss the nearby lips, but knew it wasn't a good idea, especially when a winch left pearly whites due to the pain that erupted, at those strong hands gently dapping at his skin with the, by now, stained washcloth.