#⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks.

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ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     a kiss in the rain filled with a foreboding of a goodbye … from @lyctoralsaints, coriolanus and sejanus.

he is a silly , foolish , impulsive thing and he's afraid he'll never be able to change his ways. he doesn't even know why he'd had the thought of pressing record , how or why he'd let himself send that stupid jabberjay off to dr. gaul before the realization had fully set in. sejanus always found a way of getting in his head , getting in his  way , and at the time , it had seemed like the solution to all of his problems. the panic had set in only when he'd been alone mere hours later , when the idea that money couldn't fix everything had first crossed his mind. money versus treason to the capitol ⸻ which  would  win ? in hindsight , the answer seems glaringly obvious. silence can only be bought for so long , and  knowing  sejanus'  track  record , it'll only be a matter of time before he's getting stuck in another situation like this one and coryo can only save him so many times. save  him , yes , that's what he has to do ; save sejanus plinth from his own mistakes , made in blinding fury and selfishness.

❝ go as far north as you can , and once you think you've gone far enough , go  for  another  day  or  two. ❞ the pouring rain has turned the forest floor to mud , making this escape from district twelve in the dark of night more difficult than it needs to be , and there's too many times where he nearly loses his footing and narrowly avoids being tossed to the ground. his movements are hurried as he leads him through overgrown weeds and tall pine trees , a messily thrown together bag of sejanus' belongings at his back , with as much food stored away as he could get his hands on. when they reach the lake , he pivots on his feet until he's facing the other boy. he hopes the moon peaking out from a gap within the clouds isn't enough light to show the regret in his eyes , the  shame  that  lingers  in  his  very  heart. ❝ i'll explain everything when i catch up to you in a few days , okay ? ❞ and he wonders if sejanus can hear how unsure he is of himself as he speaks , if he can hear the internal battle between wanting to uphold such a promise yet knowing a life in the wilderness is not one he could ever be content in. perhaps he will get caught anyway and awake in the morning not knowing it'll be his last  day ; maybe , sejanus' disappearance will somehow get linked back to him and they'll know he snuck the traitor out to safety.

hands are uncharacteristically gentle as they reach upwards to frame the other's face , brushes back dampened curls that stick to his forehead , leaning forward to press a dizzying kiss to his lips ⸻ he allows himself to pour every ounce of emotion into it that he has not yet allowed himself to feel. the sorrow , the longing , the regret of having wasted their time together by being too caught up in constantly being forced  into  the  plinth  boy's  shadow. the kiss leaves him feeling as though his heart has been ripped from his chest when he pulls back. ❝ i'm sorry , sej , ❞ whispered into the already heavy air between them in one final moment of weakness , before coriolanus is shedding the bag from his shoulders and shoving it into the other's arms. ❝ now  go. ❞

#lyctoralsaints #⠀⠀⌈ ⠀LYCTORALSAINTS. ⠀⠀𖢻ུ ⠀⠀ sejanus plinth. #⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks. #⠀⠀𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚄𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆.⠀⠀ ⟢ ⠀﹐ ⠀it’s the things we love most that destroy us. #⠀⠀i wash my hands of your demolition.⠀⠀ ・⠀⠀．⠀♡ ⠀⠀CORYO ⅋̼. SEJANUS FT. LYCTORALSAINTS. #made this so au and for that i am sorry #but i think the idea of coryo regretting it and helping sej flee is kinda insane #realizing he might love him only bc he realizes he could lose him. im sick #losing him but knowing that he's out there Alive somewhere is better than losing him to something permanent like death yk

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trivia tagdump .

#𓇢 𓆸 . out of character . 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 #𓇢 𓆸 . answered ask . 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 #𓇢 𓆸 . memes . 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚎 #𓇢 𓆸 . promotion . 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 #𓇢 𓆸 . self promotion . 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 #𓇢 𓆸 . starter call . 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 #𓇢 𓆸 . psa . 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 #𓇢 𓆸 . yasmins edits . 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐

[burninlikeasaint]

⛧ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜 ⛧

This is an +18 blog mostly for my ao3 acc. BurninLikeASaint | Archive of Our Own. Some of my work is 18+ content, so no infants, please and thank you. I set this up partially so that readers could make requests or send asks about my fanfiction. I will just let you know if I feel like something is out of my scope/cannot be answered. I'm happy to get requests, so never feel bad about asking! In this blog, the main topics I will be posting about are my writing (obviously), rock music, general history and movies/shows I'm currently interested in. Below is a guide for what to request from me :)

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ The bands I listen to, and have already/am willing to write about:

Metallica ☞ Megadeth ☠ Guns N' Roses 𓆸 The Ramones ✩ Mötley Crüe ☙ Iron maiden 𓃠 Nirvana ꕤ

Other fandoms I have written and will take requests for:

Hetalia

A Separate Peace

Inglorious Basterds

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ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ can’t we just do this forever ? ❜ … from @wyrdbones, gwyn to nesta.

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 , tendrils plastered to her forehead from the dampness clinging to her skin. gwyn has always been the most agile of them , the way the balance came to her so naturally . . but she's also proving to be incredibly difficult to keep up with. she'll blame it on merely being out of practice if she must , though they would both know it was a lie. the breath in her lungs burns with each intake , in the way she's grown accustomed to now ; grounding , an anchor that tethers her to this very earth. reminding  her  of  how  alive  she  truly  is. her laugh is shaky in her chest , strayed hairs blowing in the wind as she shakes her head. ❝ forever ? if you're attempting to kill me , maybe. ❞ nesta is the first to give in , her knees nearly buckling beneath her weight. a break , she  needs  a  break. feet are dragged across the training ring until she reaches the water station , the cold water at her lips a reward she isn't sure she's won. cassian isn't here to irritate her beyond her own limits , though , so she will not harp on herself in the one time he isn't here to do so himself. a slow , steadied exhale , ❝ at this rate , you'll be in an entirely different league than emerie and i. ❞

#wyrdbones #⠀⠀⌈ ⠀WYRDBONES. ⠀⠀𖢻ུ ⠀⠀ gwyneth berdara. #⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks. #⠀⠀𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽.⠀⠀ ⟢ ⠀﹐ ⠀she was always angry， always burning. #gwynesta my beloveds #the besties fr #⠀⠀ 𓅓 ⠀݁ ˛ queue belong with me.

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ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ i’d do anything to be the person you love again. ❜ … from @horiznwlker, alicent to rhaenyra.

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 , in the gardens she spent so much time in during her youth . . . distantly , as fingers run through blades of grass still damp with the morning dew , she wonders if this place remembers her , too. if the trunk of this tree remembers what it felt like when two young girls sat beneath it , remembers the fleeting kisses stolen so bravely beneath its shade , if their love had once been so strong that it was felt even in the thick roots deep below the dirt she sits on. does  the  earth  mourn  it  in  the  same  way  her  heart  does  ?   will  there  be  a  day  where  it  doesn't  ? or will her chest always feel as though her heart has been singed into ash , the taste of betrayal still bitter on her tongue even after all these years ?

she doesn't know how long it's been since queen alicent settled into the grass beside her , either , but she does know that her presence makes this experience less peaceful than she'd been intending it to be. it's so rare to have time to herself these days , and every word out of her mouth has so far been ignored ⸻ as if she isn't truly there , as if she is merely being haunted by a ghost from her past ; a painful reminder of a life she can no longer return to. but  her  next  words  hit  her  hard  enough  to  knock  the  wind  out  of  her. head pivots to finally the other for the first time since she nestled into the dirt at her side , and the sunlight dances so beautifully against auburn tendrils that for a second , nyra is fifteen again and the only thing she knows for certain is that it's her &. alicent against the world. her expression is schooled back into something less of shock , though she realizes she'd forgotten to breathe temporarily , and the sharp breath she sucks in upon the burning in her lungs is one she cannot hide. the silence stretches on around her for too long as she struggles to form the right words. ❝ . . i'm afraid that bridge has already been crossed , ❞ though  the  words  feel  like  fire  in  her  throat.

#horiznwlker #⠀⠀⌈ ⠀HORIZNWLKER. ⠀⠀𖢻ུ ⠀⠀ alicent hightower. #⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks. #⠀⠀𝚁𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙽𝚈𝚁𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙴𝙽.⠀⠀ ⟢ ⠀﹐ ⠀fire and blood. #RAAAAAH #also tysm for hurting my feelings w this ask jacy #i was gonna queue this but i wanted to hurt ur feelings when u woke up

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ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     @warriorled sent 💝, for yue.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 , casts an awfully  beautiful  glow onto the boy beside her that leaves butterflies fluttering around within her stomach , begging to be set free. in the avatar's arrival , her time with sokka has been what she's treasured  most ; it is with him that yue allows herself to so selfishly live in the moment , an opportunity she otherwise never takes. her duty to her father , her tribe , is one that knows no bounds ⸻ there  is  no  sacrifice  she  would  not  make  to  ensure  the  safety  of  her  people. and yet , with sokka , she allows herself these brief moments to forget about the expectations on her shoulders , her looming betrothal , everything. for once , she is just  yue.

the picnic had initially been her idea ; with her having a free afternoon , yue figured there was no real harm in spending it with him. even if her heart seems to sing in his presence , in a way that spells complete  and  utter  disaster for herself , yet she cannot stay away. the avatar will be on his way soon enough , his  friends  with  him , and she will greedily take whatever time she might have left with sokka. an arm slips around her shoulders and blood rushes up her neck , settles in her face with a deep crimson hue. still , yue leans into his side nonetheless. gaze remains on the horizon as she speaks , unable to meet his eyes with such a confession , ❝ . . i'll miss  you when you go. ❞

#warriorled #⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks. #⠀⠀𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚈𝚄𝙴.⠀⠀ ⟢ ⠀﹐ ⠀our strength comes from the spirit of the moon. #thank u for sending this!! i hope it's okay <3 #i literally love them so bad u don't understand

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ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,   accepting.  ╎   ♔.     ❛ is something wrong ? ❜ … from @luposcainus, to elain.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 , all too much at once , and tonight is no different. another sleepless night plagued  by  nightmares , of tossing and turning and thrashing against bedsheets until she wakes up entangled in the silk fabric and her lungs burning from the lack of air , damp tendrils of honey clinging to her forehead. the first rays of morning  sunlight are just barely beginning to poke through the clouds , though she doesn't expect anyone else in the house to be awake for a little while longer yet. that's fine with her ; elain has no desire to wake the rest of the house just to seek comfort in the company of somebody else , to find a distraction from racing thoughts. everyone already so much on their plate , already  worry  and  fuss  about  her  too  much , and she doesn't wish to give them more of a reason.

the shakiness of her hands is undeniable as she lifts a mug of tea to her lips , still warm enough that the glass burns against her palms , gentle in their touch and littered with a constellation of tiny scars from her years of gardening. when the mug is lowered , she catches the figure in her peripheral mere seconds before he speaks. panic sets in before she can make out who it is in the dim lighting , but she believes the voice to be familiar. the girl stares at him with squinted eyelids before it clicks somewhere in her brain , ⸻ the  wolf  prince. elain's seen him a handful of times , though she certainly hadn't expected to be seeing him in their kitchen before sunrise . . she assumes his business with rhysand must have been something important for him to be so early , early enough that he must've arrived before she'd ventured downstairs , but she does not pry. ❝ i'm  sorry , you just startled me a little bit. ❞ a beat of silence as she allows the rapid pitter—pattering of her heartbeat to slow down. a quiet exhale of air she'd unknowingly been holding. ❝ . . but no , i'm alright. i couldn't sleep , is all. ❞

#luposcainus #⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks. #⠀⠀𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽.⠀⠀ ⟢ ⠀﹐ ⠀no one ever looked ⸻ not really. #i hope this is okay ! ! <3

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ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ it’s the only way ! ❜ … from @kwiisatz, for chani.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 before , though it has always steered off into an entirely different direction , one that never left her heart feeling as though it might've been ripped from within her chest. she's lost count of how many nights she's spent at his side , how many nightmares she's held him through and how long she's spent whispering reassurances into his ear , drawing circles into his skin until he can manage to be whisked off into sleep once more. he has told her that he doesn't  want  this , that being a prophet only leads down a path to war and bloodshed and too many lives lost. he has seen it. chani doesn't know where that boy has gone , where  that  ghost  has  disappeared  to , but she finds herself frantically searching every inch of face as if she might find some sort of path that'll lead her back to him.

❝ is it now ? that's surely not what you told me before. ❞ her voice is far more calm than she feels , though there is a coldness there that feels almost foreign to her , a distance between them that she's not ever felt until now. it feels as though the air in the space between them has grown thinner , and she struggles to take enough of it in for her lungs to feel satisfied , to ease away the burning in her chest. quieter now , barely a whisper , too fearful of the trembling in her voice ⸻ the sting of tears welling in her eyes , tears that she will refuse to cry , ❝   you  promised.   ❞ but she supposes that they both made promises to each other , didn't they ? she had promised to always stay with him , and he'd promised to always stay who he was. both promises , broken ; a betrayal that leaves her very heart feeling as though it has been shattered into more pieces than one can possibly count. she'd once thought him to be different , but perhaps she  had  been  wrong  about  that ,   too.

#kwiisatz #⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks. #⠀⠀ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙸 𝙺𝚈𝙽𝙴𝚂.⠀⠀ ⟢ ⠀﹐ ⠀the desert spring. #RAAAAHS INTO THE DISTANCE #also sry this is probably fugly #but like u are dune itself so no matter what i do im just gonna feel inferior and silly 🙄 #i hope i did u justice though queen

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ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     a kiss stolen away in a corner, ignoring crowds … from @lyctoralsaints, sanji and zoro.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 , despite the dozens of conversations that buzz on around him , inviting a raging headache in. but he does not cave  in no matter how tempting it might be ; no , instead , sanji raises his glass to his lips to take a sip from his drink , painting an image of somebody keeping his cool way more than he feels he truly is. the group had ventured out to a tavern for the night and he hadn't been able to contain his joy at the thought that , finally , zoro would not be drinking the ship dry of everything on board. their bickering had , at one point , morphed  into  a  dance  between  them ⸻ the brushing of hands in passing , a hand at the other's thigh beneath the dining table , kisses stolen in the night while their crew sleeps. a crew that has yet to learn of their secret rendezvous ( though he believes a couple of them suspect it , mostly nami ). he had not accounted for zoro staring him down like a hawk from across the building. perhaps the bartender's rejected friendliness had been obvious to more than just him.

the rest of his drink is finished in one swig , and he's brave enough to finally meet the other's gaze as he rises from his chair in hopes that his eyes can silently convey his request , pivots , and disappears into the crowd. the night breeze is cool against his overheated skin as he ducks out of the tavern. cold stone at his back as he leans against the wall , a flicker  of  flame in the dark of night , and then a slow inhale. ❝ you're making it awfully hard to ignore you , you know that ? ❞ smoke is exhaled in the opposite direction of zoro before his hand is curling into the fabric of his shirt , reeling him in until they're close enough to be breathing the same air. ❝ if  you  missed  me , you can just say that instead of pouting in the corner. ❞ cheeky grin at his lips before he's tugging him forward to close the distance between them , pressing a kiss to his lips that's all hunger , all desperation ⸻ and still , with so  much  love that he threatens to collapse beneath the weight of it all.

#lyctoralsaints #⠀⠀⌈ ⠀LYCTORALSAINTS. ⠀⠀𖢻ུ ⠀⠀ roronoa zoro. #⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks. #⠀⠀𝚅𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙾𝙺𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙹𝙸.⠀⠀ ⟢ ⠀﹐ ⠀i’ll find the all blue! #⠀⠀you can lean on my arm as you break my heart.⠀⠀ ・⠀⠀．⠀♡ ⠀⠀SANJI ⅋̼. ZORO FT. LYCTORALSAINTS. #giggles n kicks my feet #⠀⠀ 𓅓 ⠀݁ ˛ queue belong with me.

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ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     a desperate kiss as if they’re convinced they’ll slip through each other’s fingers … from @lyctoralsaints, suguru and satoru.

𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑. a year since suguru had hit his breaking point , a year since he had left jujutsu high on a mission that he had not returned from. no , his emotions had consumed him then , his mind a whirling ,   raging  storm that he could no longer suppress. weeks spent descending into madness and isolation. he had learned , then , how different him and satoru were . . the way he had caged himself in with nothing but his thoughts , had let the misery consume him until there was nothing left. but his best friend's efforts to better himself had not gone unnoticed ; how many hours had satoru spent , figuring out how to perfect his craft without breaking his brain ? to be prepared for next time , to save himself and her. to right the wrongs suguru had made , to be the hero he couldn't be. where he withered and rotted away , satoru  became  a  flower  in  full  bloom , flourishing and beautiful. his hands are now covered in the blood and sins of too many , but he cannot find it within himself to care. perhaps  he  would ,   if  things  were  different.

the golden rays of the sun as it begins lowering into the sky leave him feeling too warm as he sits at a bench in the park , the same bench they'd gravitated towards after stressful school days or successful missions , lunch in hand and always with dessert to follow , knowing full well that his best friend's sweet tooth wasn't something that could ever be satisfied. their bench , as far as he's concerned , with  the  memories  that  cling  to  it. his fingers had itched with the urge to text him , and although he had curbed such a desire , he swears the phone burns in his pocket. he cannot count the amount of texts he has received that have yet to be answered , the voicemails that he plays on a loop yet is never brave enough to return the call. while they've been rare they gut him the most , with having to hear his voice , the pleading and the desperation in his words. the texts were typically less emotionally charged , and were at this point , mostly just him receiving small updates here and there and the occasional i miss you sent in the late hours of night. the last one he'd received had been from just over a month ago ; perhaps satoru had finally given up on him , forgotten about him. he  wouldn't  blame  him.

he feels the bench creak as a weight settles in beside him , and when eyelids finally pop open upon whatever trance held him being broken , he swears he must be dreaming. or  perhaps  he  has  died. yes , that makes more sense ; only in death would he be able to return to the warm arms of his lover. ❝ satoru , ❞ the word a mere whisper on his lips but the disbelief in it is loud and clear. his heart , the  traitorous  thing , claws at his chest with the threat of leaping out and into the other's hands ⸻ its home , of which it has longed to return to for far too long now. hands rise frantically to grasp at the sides of his face , rough and scarred palms against smooth cheekbones , as if to assure himself that he is truly here and real. the realization that he was capable of doing so in the first place hits him like a truck , the knowledge that despite what he has done , satoru still trusts him enough to drop his infinity. he must know , deep down , that no harm will come to him from these scarred hands. something like a sob gets lodged in his throat , eyes burning with the familiar welling of tears , his name repeated under his breath like  a  prayer. he is desperate in the way he surges forward to press a kiss to his lips though he knows he is unworthy of such a thing , full of longing and sadness and regret and the  desire  to  be  whole  again. as if the smell of him , the taste of his lips against his own , the feeling of his hair between his fingers will be enough to mend every broken part of him. it is selfish of him to hold him to such a standard , to expect his love to heal the parts of him that are rotted and unsalvageable , yet he still kisses him until his lungs burn.

he doesn't care if he lives or dies in this moment , but he pulls away only for the sake of satoru , so he may continue to breathe. suguru rests his forehead against his , closes his eyes against the sun setting , slipping behind dark clouds that promise a gloomy night. the  sun  shines  on  this  love  once  more , perhaps for its final time ⸻ for he doesn't believe this will be anything more than a ghost sighting when morning comes. still , despite the looming idea that this is it , that this is the last time he will ever find solace in his best friend's love , he keeps his eyes closed as if afraid of what he'll find if he opens them , lips parting in a whisper , ❝ i  love  you. ❞

#lyctoralsaints #⠀⠀⌈ ⠀LYCTORALSAINTS. ⠀⠀𖢻ུ ⠀⠀ gojo satoru. #⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks. #⠀⠀𝙶𝙴𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚄𝙶𝚄𝚁𝚄.⠀⠀ ⟢ ⠀﹐ ⠀i just couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile， living in this world. #⠀⠀to be haunted by someone that is still alive.⠀⠀ ・⠀⠀．⠀♡ ⠀⠀SUGURU ⅋̼. SATORU FT. LYCTORALSAINTS. #sorry i did it again #rap god????? nah call me YAP GOD the way i be yapping #sorry idk i got sad and carried away thinking abt them #also i wanted to make it post defection bc it would hurt more #kinda crazy of me im sorry #⠀⠀ 𓅓 ⠀݁ ˛ queue belong with me.

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ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐩𝐫𝐞—𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞.   ╎   @lyctoralsaints sent ✿, for nesta &. azriel.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  azriel is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

#lyctoralsaints #⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks. #⠀⠀𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽.⠀⠀ ⟢ ⠀﹐ ⠀she was always angry， always burning. #teeeheeeee #sry but i know their tension is crazy idk #also party buddies bc they’re both always just kinda lurking in the corners #not rly making much conversation w others but they probably sit together

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ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ just rest, i’m here. ❜ … from @redscaled, to yuuji.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐖 , since yuuji took up the weight of the world and settled it on his shoulders ? since his grandfather's dying wish had become the thing that keeps him going , keeps him tethered to this world despite  everything  he  has  lost  ? since he ate that rotting finger and his entire world had been flipped upside down in mere moments . . he is so worn out , a realization he hasn't allowed to hit him until now , for he fears that when he does , it'll be that much harder to rise beneath the weight of it once more. but he has to , so when the time comes , he  knows  he  will. for now , his head slumps against choso's shoulder as if he can no longer support it himself , the air rattling in his lungs as he inhales slowly. his exhaustion runs so deep that it settles in his very bones. just rest. it's a simple enough task , if there wasn't some level of guilt threatening to consume him at all times ; he doesn't protest though , not with the knowledge that he needs this rest in order to improve , to grow stronger , so he can save his  classmates ,   his  friends ,   the  world. ❝ i'm so tired. ❞ the words are a mere whisper on his lips and he's positive the heaviness of them can be felt , allows it to settle over him like a cold embrace. eyelids fall to a close and he loses himself in the rapid thumping of his heartbeat in his own ears . . . a painful reminder of how alive he is , still breathing and living when so many others are not.

#redscaled #⠀⠀ ⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 ⠀ answered asks. #⠀⠀ 𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙸 𝚈𝚄𝚄𝙹𝙸.⠀⠀ ⟢ ⠀﹐ ⠀i don’t want to regret the way i lived. #hi hi <3 #i’m sorry if this seems ooc or anything #i am still veeery early on in the manga #so i hope this is okay ! ! #⠀⠀ 𓅓 ⠀݁ ˛ queue belong with me.