#🌺. NANAMI. the brush of your touch blooms within my heart like budding flora.

[dcwnrisen-aa]

sleepless nights mean nothing when it comes to you. | mini drabble.

one would question arsenio's sanity, showing up on nanami's doorstep, shoulders drenched from the rain and glasses fogged up. lightning zips across the sky, thunder making it's presence known a second latter and the demi-god wonders why he chose to come here. the man looked like he had been sleeping, or rather just falling asleep. it'd have been best to let him be but arsenio couldn't sleep until he saw him. til he saw him whole, in one piece because he had terrible dreams and couldn't stand another second within cool sheets. not until he could touch nanami with his own hands and know that it wasn't real.

his name is on the sorcerer's lips but arsenio moves forward, encapsulating the man into his arms, holding him tightly, lips pressing themselves into the top of his hair. he's not entire sure how long he held the other man but when he lets go, one hand gently cups nanami's cheek, thumb brushing back and forth over his bottom lip as he sighs out a quiet breath.

❝ ━ i know it's late, forgive me. ❞ there's an uncharateristic gruffness to his voice, his words rumbling forth, ❝ ━ you occupied my thoughts so much that i had to see you or i couldn't sleep. ❞ the demi-god is forever in awe of the sorcerer's beauty, as if he were carved by deities, smething specially made. lips quirk at the thought. said lips find themselves pressing to nanami's forehead a moment later, lingering there to inhale his scent, a remind that he's alive. that he's there and nothing he dreamt of was real. ❝ ━ Σ' αγαπώ. ❞ he whispers the words fondly, in quiet reverence before pulling away completely. ❝ ━sleep well, ilie mou.❞

something soft for @zangyo

#🌺. ◦ ✧ ( earth & lightning florist ic. ) ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᶰ ᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵒˢˢˑ #zangyo #🌺. NANAMI. the brush of your touch blooms within my heart like budding flora. #hey shi #i never tire of writing random drabbles for you #expect lots this year i love you uwu #drabbles. #also the first greek phrase is ' i love you ' and the second #well he's basically calling nanami his sun and that's so cute

[intcritus]

to live is the rarest thing in the world, most people exist—that is all. ( I'm not on nanami at but nanami at aj )

arsenio has existed for a long time. heh, time was such a relative concept for those whose very life was limited. but the demi-god had several revelations in such that made just existing depressing. flora was one of those things, hiring grayson the next. it bought a vitality to his life that also bought purpose and suddenly every color seemed that much brighter.

sun was brighter today too, high in the sky with nary a cloud -- the sound of kids laughter and the hustle and bustle surrounding them. ❝ ━ doesn't it feel good to live, kento ? to feel the sunshine, the touch of another person, the taste of fresh baked goods. experience is the spice of living and often times, we take it for granted. ❞ a small smirk curls his lips and he turns his head, hand reaching up to caress down nanami's cheek, ❝ ━ no matter how short or long life is, we must remember to cherish each moment and live like the next hour is our end. ❞ @zangyo

#🌺. ◦ ✧ ( earth & lightning florist ic. ) ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᶰ ᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵒˢˢˑ #zangyo #🌺. NANAMI. the brush of your touch blooms within my heart like budding flora. #👑ˑ » ( answered. ) ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉˑ

[dcwnrisen-aa]

❛ what is worse than death? ❜ (aj)

❝ ━ .....plenty of things. ❞ like wanting the love of a parent who views you as a commodity. loving someone so deeply only to lose them while realizing just how deep. want to reach out to someone you love but being afraid that you'll hurt them. outliving someone you love and holding onto those memories when the grief becomes too much. so many things and even death couldn't touch them. sometimes living a long life sucked but arsenio wouldn't give up anything he experienced. everything was a lesson, even when it wasn't supposed to be. ❝ ━ watching someone you love suffer and not being able to help them. when my flour runs out so i can't make you bread. ❞ okay, he's joking a little to alleviate the tightness in his chest.

slumping down a little into the comfortable couch cushions, there's a bit of a pout on his lips as he glances over at nanami. being terrified that you could be taken from me at any moment but loving you anyway because i can't give you up and calling down the wrath of the gods because losing you would break me...no one wants that, but i adore you enough that i'd risk it. ❝ ━ death is an unfortunate and inevitable happenstance, it's the what ifs that are worse, love. ❞

#nanami bringing up a heavy topic and aj is just like ' aw fuck. ' #he does not handle anything well lmfao #🌺. ◦ ✧ ( earth & lightning florist ic. ) ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᶰ ᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵒˢˢˑ #🌺. NANAMI. the brush of your touch blooms within my heart like budding flora. #🌺ˑ » petals swaying in autumn breeze.

[intcritus]

"Forgive me for lingering about your store like this. I wasn't expecting it to suddenly downpour as I made my way over here." He pulled off his soaked jacket, glad that no one was within the store as he set about carefully unbuttoning the first couple buttons on his shirt for some relief from that uncomfortable feeling of clothing clinging to skin. [ aj ]

grayson had told him it was going to pour for the remainder of the day a couple of hours ago, so arsenio wasn't surprised by it. hell, he could feel the clouds fill before it decided to fall to the earth to soak it through. his employee had left an hour ago after pulling weeds and watering mny of the flora whose soil had gotta a little too dry. his head snaps up, chewing on the straw in his glass of lemonade, the bell to the shop's front door alerting him of someone coming in. ah, nanami, that's right.

he'd almost forgotten that the man had been coming. now, arsenio didn't even bother to grace either of them with a greeting, the demi-god was utterly taen with the sight of his boyfriend ( he was far more than that ) unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. a true travesty that the blond sorcerer had to wear the shirt at all. mouth goes dry with his errant thought not that he'd ever hope to say it aloud and embarrass himself.

❝ ━ i would like to touch you, but i'm afraid my power is too close to the surface and i wouldn't want to hurt you. ❞ yet, it doesn't stop him from ambling over to the sorcerer, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, ❝ ━ would you like my sweater ? we can put your shirt out to dry. ❞ arsenio shifts, mouth gently brushing across nanami's temple, ❝ ━ mmm, you smell nice. heh, i always miss you terribly even it's only been a day or so. ❞

#🌺. NANAMI. the brush of your touch blooms within my heart like budding flora. #zangyo #🌺. ◦ ✧ ( earth & lightning florist ic. ) ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᶰ ᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵒˢˢˑ #👑ˑ » ( answered. ) ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉˑ #aj quietly thirsting over kento is just common #he's trying not to be embarrassing but he feels so lucky w eeps

[intcritus]

[ ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ on the neck ] . (for aj hi ambie) ] / @zangyo

arsenio will deny being easily flustered when it comes to nanami. the man is simply beautiful, in a quiet way, like a thunderstorm in it's fullest extent. it makes someone like the demi-god want to wade in the middle of that storm, to listen to the rumble of his voice, to be at the epicenter of his attention and get drenched by his attention like rain to the earth. it's an easy feeling to get lost in -- nanami's attention. their quiet conversations over meals, the way he leans into arsenio's affection ; a part of him is easily delighted by these things like discovering his first sweet. but nanami is more than that.

tonight is no different, they simply exist in one another's atmosphere, though much more intimately. in retrospect, he does not mind this in the slightest, even if the flush alng his cheeks tell different. glasses are put on the coffee table, far too lost in the taste of the sorcerer's lips to bother with leaving them on. they'd just get in the way. when nanami pulls away from his mouth, he makes a soft proesting noise in the back of his throat, more than content to chase those lips.

but it's hardly worth noting when said lips press a warm trail down his throat, brushing over his stuttering pulse as nanami steps into him, closer. trembling hands come down to squeeze the sorcerer's hips, heart beating a swift rhythm at nanami's touch. it's dangerous to do this, to let nanami this close, lips at his throat, teeth nipping across flesh. his power thrums just beneath his skin, making him a live wire, more sensitive than he should've been but it doesn't stop the soft sounds from rising from his lips.

and he should be embarrassed but his brain is too adled by the sensation of nanami's mouth on him to care. nothing about this is remotely innocent, and he has to step back a bit less he truly be mortified at his body's response to this type of stimuli. when nanami steps back, arsenio looks down at him, gaze slightly unfocused, cheeks flushed and brows furrowed, he can't help but notice the satisfied gleam in that pretty gaze.

❝ ━ never…. ❞ he swallows, wetting his dry lips with a shuddering sigh, ❝ ━ never thought you'd be the type to mark your territory. ❞ but something in him preens, knowing nanami did it at all. his chest warms and he tilts nanami's face up, pressing a kiss to his mouth, ❝ ━ you can leave as many marks on me as you so please, just as long as i'm able to do the same…. ❞

#🌺. NANAMI. the brush of your touch blooms within my heart like budding flora. #zangyo #👑ˑ » ( answered. ) ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉˑ #🌺. ◦ ✧ ( earth & lightning florist ic. ) ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᶰ ᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵒˢˢˑ #uw u #suggestive /

[intcritus]

relationship tags. ( 2/2 )

#🖌️. » MARVIN. the air in your lungs is like thunder. the colors blend seamlessly at the touch of your lips. #🥀. » FUSHIMI. ai okuu ni oyobu. #🌊. » HIPPO. a love soothing as calm waters and sustaining as sunlight. #🐾. » KENTA. no matter how dark it is i know i’m not alone. #🌺. NANAMI. the brush of your touch blooms within my heart like budding flora. #( iovita ). » Ακόμα και το να σε ξεγμιάω θα είναι πάντα η θνητότητά μου. #HIRO ╱ » drive highways and byways to be there for you.