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skoulsons · 9 months

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uhh inspired by the Winter embrace, Lissa’s chappy 2, and that one joel and ellie post-David hug that Paws did where they’re sitting next to each other and joel hugs her. you know the one

“Cee!”

It was a guttural plea. He’d been screaming her name so much that it became a mix of unorganized sounds amidst heavy pants—no longer a comprehensible word. His voice was shaking, breaking more with every breath.

His stump was bleeding. Cee was gone. The hallways were a maze. Cee was gone.

Ezra raced through the halls, propelling himself past each turn with his only arm. His stump stung with every step and attempted swing of his arm, blood still pouring out from the newly opened wound. His right side was coated in it, the blood starting to seep into his waistband and trickle down his leg.

He approached another turn in the hallway and extended his arm, bracing himself for another quick swing around the corner. His fingers grazed the wall but he didn’t catch the corner. Ezra’s built up momentum sent him into the opposite wall and brought him to his knees. He coughed, using the wall and his good arm to try and push himself up to continue his search for Cee.

He coughed again once he was back on his feet. “Ce-”he started before his eyes fixed to the scene in front of him.

It all came into Ezra’s focus slowly. Cee, first. She was kneeling on someone. Her left leg was bent, kneeling on the unnamed person’s chest. Her right leg was also bent, the tip of her shoe to her knee pressed flat into the ground beside the body. She was bent over, her face and both her hands close to the body’s head. He watched her back intently, watching for it to move in tandem with her breath. Her breathing was sporadic and uncontrolled, full of panic. Her hair was disheveled, multiple knots coating the back of her head. She was without a shoe on her left foot and there was a gash along her calf on the same leg.

Second, the man beneath her. The dead man. There was a hint of pride in Ezra seeing the corpse under her and knowing she did it. But his pride quickly soured when he realized that she did it.

He wasn’t there to do it. Whatever this man did or attempted to do to her, he wasn’t there. She had to defend herself. His little bird ended up in a dangerous situation that he couldn’t save her from.

He’s supposed to protect her. Even with one arm, he’d sworn to protect her. That’s his job, anyway. She’s capable, but she shouldn’t have to be.

He should’ve been there. He should’ve strung the man up by the muscles in his fingers. He should’ve spent what strength he had left in his only arm to bruise each and every one of the man's ribs. He should’ve made small but painful cuts in the man's limbs—incisions along the major arteries in his arms and legs. He should’ve taken an ear, teeth, his tongue, or any number of toes from the man while he was alive. Anything, anything to prove that no one goes near Cee.

Third, all the blood. There was a pool of warm, crimson blood still pouring out from the man's abdomen and flowing towards the opposite wall. It was building up under Cee’s right leg, seeping into her pant leg and starting to flow towards Ezra.

His hearing then caught up with his vision. Cee. She was panting, dry heaving… crying. Her form was shaking, her shoulders bouncing with each hiccup she let out.

Ezra’s breath caught in his throat hearing her cries. “Cee!” He shouted, urgently pushing off the wall towards her. He didn’t make it four steps before he tripped over himself, his knees colliding with the floor again. He caught himself with his arm, immediately pushing himself back up and half-crawling the rest of the way to Cee.

He crawled to the left side of the body, settling on his knees on Cee’s left side. He could see what had transpired now that he was up close.

The five inch blade of her knife was plunged into the man’s jugular. Cee’s right hand, covered in blood, was shaking while still holding onto the handle. Tears were hastily falling down her cheeks and dropping off her chin, mixing with the blood on the man’s neck. She was still dry heaving and hiccuping, unaware Ezra was next to her. He looked at Cee’s face, her gaze locked on the man.

Ezra looked where her gaze was fixed. The man’s eyes were wide open—dead and bleak. He reached over and closed them. That’s when Cee noticed him.

She turned, her knee still pressed into the man’s chest. The bloody knife that was just hidden in the man’s throat was now held a hair from Ezra’s. He caught her forearm just in time, holding it tightly as he found her eyes and checked her face.

Four traces of blood followed her jawline down to the bottom of her neck—traces that accurately resembled bloody fingers and the streaks they leave when they’re dragged along a surface. There was a gash in her lip and blood in the corners of her mouth. Her nose and cheeks were covered in speckled blood as well.

“Little bird,” he whispered, his eyes begging for her to recognize him, “it’s me. It’s Ezra.”

Cee’s eyebrows twitched as her eyes darted between his. In his hand, her arm started to shake. She opened her mouth and quickly closed it, swallowing the bile that was building up. Cee tore her gaze from Ezra’s and looked past him, then between them, then beside her. Before her eyes even made it to the dead man’s face, Ezra let go of her arm and immediately found her right cheek.

“Hey, no…” he said, gently directing her face back to see him. “Look at me.”

He kept his hand against her cheek as she glanced back at him. She swallowed again before focusing on her shaking hand that found a resting place on his good shoulder. Her lips quivered as she dropped the blood covered knife, the blade clanking on the floor beside Ezra.

“Birdie,” he breathed, a small stroke of his thumb over her cheek. “Are you with me, Cee?”

Her breathing hitched. Her voice cracked as she choked on tears. “Ezra?” She questioned.

Ezra let out a breath he was subconsciously holding. “It’s me, little bird,” he said.

Her breathing continued in uneven sputters as she bowed her head and let her forehead hit his chest. Ezra moved his hand from her cheek to her back and wrapped it securely across it, squeezing her right shoulder.

His missing arm, a phantom longing he could only describe as agonizing and desperate, craved to hold her. If there wasn’t someone in his life who deserved it, he wouldn’t have cared less about losing it. If there wasn’t a kid in his life who deserved more than 50% of what he could give, he wouldn't have cared less about losing it. If there wasn’t a little girl in his life who, now, he realized all he wanted to do was give 110% for, he wouldn’t have cared less about losing it.

But now there was.

He squeezed her shoulder tight, pulling her body against him. She buried her face deeper into his neck as he pulled her into him, rocking them lightly back and forth. She heaved and coughed beside his neck, trying to catch the breath she’d so desperately lost.

“Here, birdie…” he whispered, falling backwards to sit on the ground next to the body. Cee pulled from him slightly, helping them scoot back to the wall. Once his back hit it, Cee sat beside him, slightly embarrassed.

She was still crying, dried tears and blood along her chin and down her neck. “I lost… track o’ you… and then he… he was… he said…” she stopped, rubbing her forearm across her nose to wipe the snot away.

Ezra took that opportunity to squeeze his arm between her back and the wall and pull her body towards him again. He wrapped his arm across her back again, pulling her into his chest and keeping his hand held tightly to her left shoulder.

She reciprocated it as best she could. She turned into him, her left arm going down by his right side and holding onto the fabric at his waist. Her right hand held onto the fabric on his left side. She buried her face in his chest, right next to his bloody stump.

Ezra rested his chin atop her head. He exhaled, rubbing his hand up and down her back. “Kevva, Cee, I…” he trailed off.

For once, he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to express the panic when she was no longer beside him. He didn’t know how to express the urgency in his strides as he raced to find her. He didn’t know how to express the desperation in his kills, not knowing who could’ve taken her and making sure that every single person took their last, most painful breath. He didn’t know how to express the fear that there was a chance she was gone—not that he’d ever truly let that chance reach any level of certainty.

She rested her cheek against his chest, eyeing his stump. She pulled her left hand back from his waist and pressed it to his stump. When she brought it back, fresh blood was on her fingers. “Wait, what…” she stopped, attempting to choke her tears away, “why’s your stump bleeding?”

Ezra smiled lightly, but kept it to himself. I suppose my worried reaction and urgency looking for you surprised some unkind onlookers. “Nothin’ you need to worry about, birdie.” He rubbed her back again. “Soon, once you’ve relaxed, I can take care of you. Then, we can focus on that.”

“But it could get infected…”

“So could that gash in your leg.”

Cee sighed, pulling at the fabric of his shirt. She kept her cheek pressed to his chest, focused on calming her breathing and slowing her heartbeat.

Ezra pressed his lips to her head briefly before pulling away. “I commend your concern, little bird, I do, but I will be fine. Let me take care of you.”

#this got lazy by the end #but I needed to write about them #I was thinking about them hugging #and while #originally #I had softer ideas #those were thrown out the window #if this is terrible #I do apologize #sleepy time!! it’s 4am 💀#prospect 2018 #prospect movie #prospect fic #ezra prospect #cee prospect #L writes

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hrokkall · 2 years

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COMPLETE CONTROL

Week I: Natural // Artificial [x]

#Inscryption #Inscryption Spoilers #P03 #The Mycologists #Inscryptober #Inscryption Fanart #Cw blood #Cw eyestrain #Full disclosure I had like four other ideas for this one most of which were softer #But P03 getting possessed won out #(Also I know Leshy's cards weren't used in the Myco fight it's to fit with the theme)#(The theme is making P03 miserable)#Hrokkall art

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beeapocalypse · 6 months

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oh my god

oh my GOD ?

AUGHHH

#thank you nocommentary on youtube for having videos of every single frame of funger LOL #this is making me feel ill. SAMARIE :(#her obsession with marina a result of feeling as if they are closer than they Actually are bc shes been constantly reading her mind and--#--fixating on her as the single bright point in her short life how hard she tries to be kind when shes no actual idea what kindness even is #the video also had all party members reacting to the flesh pillar marinas dad got turned into trying to comfort her. o'saa initially--#--coming across solely as self aggrandizing while rlly he is trying to tell her that her father was a weak man who put the gods before--#--all else- feeding into marinas own front of disgust and anger at the man as she tries to push back the softer emotions- is SO much #all interest in other new playable contestants has died i need to see samarie party talk NOW #marinas tendency to draw in other ppl who feel as if their lives are over b4 theyve even rlly gotten a chance to start (levi + samarie). hm

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mygirljunhee · 1 year

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Seonghwa ASMR for @itsjeonsjungkooks ♡

#seonghwa #ateez #kpopco #atinyblrsecretsanta22 #ateezedit #dailybg #atzsource #hi!! it's me! your secret santa!!#i had a few ideas for this but i love that these video show the softer side of him!!!#I had never seen his asmr videos so I'm super glad you mentioned them :)#I hope you had an awesome holiday & a great new year!!!

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 2 years

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Don't break out of your restraints if you aren't willing to use the alternative ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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annmarcus63 · 1 year

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Geralt wakes up with a heavy gasp, sitting on his heels trying to discern the surroundings. Nothing seems missing, the camp is as he left it, before he passed out, that is. Roach comes to nuzzled at his side, in worry for his master, who pets her with affection, the witcher pushes her aside with a comforting pat and stands up. Nothing hurts, not really, There's only the faint memory of burning pain, and something he can't quite place, resting inside. His head hurts, he's having flashes of something, a sorceress. She's threatening him, no, not him, Jaskier, but the bard is not here, he's at the next town, waiting for him as accorded last winter.

What do you want from him? If you're here you surely you're aware he's under my protection

Bastard played with my poor heart

It is dawn, the birds have not yet woken up. Geralt finds his way back to the camp and begins to pack his things, leaving the metal pot for last. He heats a cup of water to wash off the gritty feeling in his mouth. He suspects a curse has been placed upon him. Though it seems, not a strong one. It's possible the sorceress wasn't expecting to face a witcher. No, she did mention the White wolf as her objective. And then, Geralt realizes that he can remember her words, but separated from each other. Every word makes sense, but when he tries to put them together, he fails to give them mening.

Roach finishes her breakfast, which consists on the patch of tall grass she slept on the night before, and the rest of the apple net that Geralt bought for her two days ago. "Sorry, girl. Once we get there, I'll make sure someone takes care of you." He knows the mare is tired and hungry, both are.

"Sorry, girl. Once we get there, I'll make sure someone takes care of you." He knows the mare is tired and hungry, both of them are. Four days on the road without proper rest and a decent meal takes its toll sooner or later. He prepares her, making sure her gear and saddlebags are well tied but not too much, she gets grumpier when the pressure on her belly makes her slow. He hopes to find Jaskier unharmed, and if he’s unharmed, oh how he long to shout at him for his stupidity. Jaskier’s cock is a natural trouble bringer, maybe he should cut it off for him, that way he'll never have to save his bard from himself ever again.

He arrives by noon. On the outskirts of town, humble little houses of farmers and minor merchants. Children stop their plays to look at him with earnest curiosity, mothers and fathers look at him with distaste. Despite Jaskier's songs, he's still an unwanted guest, although, it's nice to be look with distaste rather than with hatred.

He can distinguish the tall roofs from the wealthy houses and temples downtown. Surely, Jaskier would be waiting for him in the fanciest inn, but Geralt wouldn't go there, yet. If someone can help him with the aching feeling in his chest, that someone must be living outside of town. He asks around and yes, a young lad with muddy hair points him to an old house near a wrecked pig farm.

He can smell the characteristic scent of herbs, poison and magical ingredients before knocking on the door. An attractive woman with gray hair and brown eyes regards him with indifference. "Do you require ingredients, witcher? I'm short on a few of them" she says, stepping aside to let him in. She closes the door with a tired sigh. The house is rather small and has too many objects hanging from the ceiling. He bumps his head with a couple of them before settle in a safe corner. Geralt wonders sometimes is better to ignore the curiosity. A cat died once for it. Yes, he laughs internally at his own joke.

He takes a pouch full of coin and throws it at a small table next to her. She turns instantly to grab it and count the coins inside.

"I'm listening" she says with a satisfied smile on her dry lips.

"A sorceress pay me a visit last night. She placed something in me"

"A curse?"

"You tell me" The woman approaches him with her arms raised, to place her hands on his chest.

Geralt tenses at the unwelcome touch. She talks under her breath so quickly that Geralt can't understand and then she jumps with a joyous screech, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"This is gold. It's not a curse, witcher, is something far more disturbing"

"What is it?" Says Geralt, angry at her blissful way.

"It's not a curse. You surely must know that magic doesn't work the same on your kind" Geralt just glares.

"It is a simple spell. Neither harmful nor durable. A love spell to be precise"

"A what?" Fuck.

You'll stay away from him

Alright, alright. I'll go and leave him alone. After all, I already found his someone else

"A vengeful love spell particularly directed at someone close to you, of course." The sorceress explains. His mind stops when a nasty hunch settles in his guts.

Jaskier.

Unrequited love.

Vengeance.

Well, fuck.

"Can you get rid of it?"

"I'm afraid not. It’s a too powerful spell for an old rag like me. But there's is no need to worry. Based on your expression I imagine you know for whom the spell was placed" He'll kill Jaskier. No. He'll punch him so hard that his balls will fall off.

"You'll have to avoid this person until the spell worns out. Two weeks at least" Great, Jaskier is just around the corner. If he's lucky, he could slide through town without meeting him. He'll send him a message with some excuse.

But there is something missing "No, you are mistaken, I don't feel love for that person." He cares for the bard, sometimes a bit too much, but well, the fool worth the trouble. Most of the time. But it wasn't love, is it?

"It's a spell for you, but a curse to the other person." Apparently, his internal fight is visible "You'll love this person, knowing you're under a spell but you won’t be able to tell. The spell will disappear, and with it your love for them."

I already found his someone else

"A broken heart" Geralt whispers with a sinking feeling. Is Jaskier in love with him? No, he isn't. Geralt would have known. He can identify the gooey scent that accompanies love in all people. Like orange peles and guava left under the sun. Jaskier never smell like that around him.

"You'll only need to stay away from this person. Now, if you don't require anything else from me..." Geralt grunts while closing his eyes, in a futile attempt to ease the ripping feeling on his chest. It's unfair, so fucking unfair, not for him but for Jaskier. If he's really in love with the witcher then this will destroy him, Geralt will destroy him. No, Geralt would not allow it. He'll not hurt his friend.

He walks to the door desperate to leave the place, to leave the city. "Are you sure that four months will suffice?" the woman nods with a reassuring smile.

"Close the door behind you, please" And Geralt does.

The unpleasant smell of pigs and shit reaches his nose in a hot wave. Roach is tied to a small post in which he left her, she'll be really huffy when Geralt takes her back to the road. Damn, he promised her food and rest, she's tired, even when Geralt isn't anymore. Maybe he could ask the farmers to sell him a net of hay, but he's out of money. He was counting on the bard's money to rent a stall at the stable inn for Roach. What is he going to do? He sees the muddy lad from before carrying two buckets of water. He would send a message with him to Jaskier asking for money. No. Impossible. The idiot would come down running to meet him.

He would have to take a nearby contract in exchange for Roach being fed. Yes. It seems that's the better option, but first, to send the message to Jaskier. He searches for the famous muddy boy, when the most terrifying sound reaches his ears.

"Geralt? is that you, you gorgeous bastard?"Jaskier's voice

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #geralt #jaskier x geralt #based on a old fic idea i had but can't find #lovespell #Geralt it's a good friend #a bit softer than WitcherNetflix #but still somber and taciturn #one of those ships where one guys is the moon and the other the sun #and the moon shines bright like a diamond nearing the sun

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ganiling · 11 months

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1171: let them hate me, so long as they fear me

#gundam the witch from mercury #g witch #guel jeturk #vim jeturk #a softer world #a softer gwitch #my stuff #q #brain the past week's been like a boiling kettle i couldnt pour out cos i had so many ideas but couldnt make these (technical problems)#but we are so fucking back babey

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bluest-planet · 1 year

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Hello Danny Phandom! Brought some treats (doodles n notes) for the party! <3

Still getting used to drawing how he looks normally before I magical boy-ify him.

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #dp fanart #blue's art #planet paintings #hes kinda hard to draw lol or at least translate the same vibes from the original art style to our style #anyways gonna go against the norm here and make him have curlier hair when living vs straight hair as a ghost #kinda like natural world being softer and curlier than rigor mortis and non living rocks idea #But! hes energized as a ghost yet 'dead' tired alive lol #ik he can get tired as a ghost but if I had it my way all his wounds hunger n needs just off set back to when hes human but gone as a ghost #to keep the balance ig?? idk #anyways this magical boy form is gonna be harder than the last one bc at least he was a witch #gotta work with techwear and other fashion subgroups while somehow making it cutesy n ouji style\#ill figure it out

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frogfishwastaken · 8 months

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Weirdly specific science-y settings for romance stories i wish people would use more often

1. Old timey research boat

Reasoning: The ANGST POTENTIAL JUST THINK ABOUT IT LIKE THE OCEAN??? Very dangerous, cramped cabins, emotional/actual storm potential, PLUS YOU GET TO USE SEA CREATURES AS METAPHORS?? HELLO?? BONDING OVER NEW SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERIES?

2. Abandoned research outpost with only the necessary personnel left to shut it down

Reasoning: could be AMAZING for enemies to lovers, abandoned by institutions that they sold their lives to and finding solace and empathy in each other, also good potential for a tragic kind of story, like trying to force something because you love it, you love them, but it will never really work, and again the METAPHORS

3. Caribou trapper and ecologist cross paths in the Arctic tundra

Reasoning: similar vein as the abandoned research outpost, understanding each others worlds etc etc. SO much angst potential like just imagine the kind of shenanigans they could get up to with almost-frozen ponds and dark middays and deep snow banks. (Also I want to write a book and name it “where the ice sings and the sky dances” because of reasons)

4. Stuck in the middle generation of a generation ship

Reasoning: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHUUGHUGHHUH

6. Paleontology dig on another planet

Reasoning: VENUS/PLANET OF LOVE/WAS DESTROYED BY GLOBAL WARMING/DID ITS PEOPLE WANT TOO MUCH TOO/DID ITS PEOPLE WANT TOO MUCH

7. Rural cyberpunk

Reasoning: gonna be honest I don’t know what rural cyberpunk would look like but it would be really interesting I think. You get the rural kind of loneliness and tractors and cold winters and strange animals in the night but you also get the cyberpunk aspect and how it pushes the boundaries of death, life, and humanity, the weird lights and cybernetics, and you can see the ways in which these two worlds could collide AND ONE PERSON COUKD BE LIKE A RUNAWAY FROM A CYBERPUNK CITY HIDING OUT IN THE COUNTRY AAAA

#these are all fairly tragic in some regards but I love this kind of story #like coffee shop stories are all well and good and warm and cozy #but consider a world which is unforgivable and cold and cutthroat #and the ship hums or creaks at night and you can’t sleep or the ice sheet cracked under your feet in the middle of a survey but #but #you have someone or you had someone #(if love is in the past tense)#and the world was not kind to you both but you are kind regardless #I love you you make the world softer #or alternatively: I loved you you made the world softer #writing prompts #writing #romancestories #story ideas #stem

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madamdionysia · 2 years

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Hard Hour thoughts: overstimulating seonghwa until he is a crying mess and can't think about anything except how good he feels. especially after he has had a bad day.

~ 🖤

cw: overstim, dacryphilia, sub!hwa, g/n!reader, anal fingering (m!receiving), oral (m!receiving), cuddling and showers are aftercare right? Right

Hhhh gosh im just picturing deja vu era seonghwa with his long hair? And he’s just returned from a long day of practice, the group is still trying to organize the next comeback and everything keeps changing and shifting and hes just tired and frustrated! Its a part of the process for sure but star man wants a nap

So the two of you would curl up together and Seonghwa just closes his eyes and focuses on your touch but the next thing your lips are around his cock. He didnt know he needed it, but hes not going to stop you. It’s when you break out the lube and gently stroke his ass that a needy whine breaks his lips.

“Please?” He would gasp and pant as you switched your focus.

“Please what?” You ask

And as Seonghwa opened his mouth to speak you finally manage to coax that orgasm from him. You lick him clean but continue to finger him, teasing his sensitive area until sweat has his hair plastered to his forehead. Unsure if you want to progress the situation, you stop until Seonghwa pouts

“Can you do that again?” He asks

“Are you sure?”

And the fire in his eyes tells you to keep fucking going

So naturally you do and coax a few more orgasms from him. Finally, he is shaking like a leaf as you jerk him off while he is perched in your lap. Pressing kisses to his goosebumps, he quivers and sighs before coming over your hand. The two of you sit there for a moment before you realize it isn’t just sweat from Seonghwa that hits your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he sniffs and you press a kiss to his forehead

#ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez smut #seonghwa smut #seonghwa hard hours #gosh this was way softer than i had originally planned #something about the idea of holding him gets to me idk

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deathfavor · 5 months

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@kisumshi said: 🎀dorahan AGain

tension rp starters 🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .

Hanma lets his eyes slide close as his back rests against the side of the bed from where he was seated on the ground. It was the only spot where Draken and Hanma could both be able to sit comfortably as the blonde brushes through Hanma's long hair. They'd already had the height difference before, but the time that had passed had also seen the difference in height increase as Hanma kept growing. Hanma doesn't particularly mind though; even just the rug was more comfortable than some places he'd had to crash at.

Having someone else brush his hair was a strange sensation. Strange, but not unpleasant as his shoulders relax - each day a bit more of the tension seems to be able to fade away. Hanma won't admit it, but he does feel better after the shower - even if it had almost involved Draken dragging his ass from the blankets and into the waiting shower full of warm water.

A quiet croon leaves the reaper when the brush disappears and is replaced by Draken's hand in his hair. He half expects to feel yank for no other reason than because Draken could, though the thought doesn't really make much sense if he thought about it. Either way, it never comes. There's just fingers gently combing through his now brushed hair, soothing in a way that makes something hurt inside his chest.

He lets his head fall to the side, resting against Draken's thigh as the fingers soothe and brush his hair for no apparent reason. He supposes the long hair is a radically different look and it's only been a few days. In the past he knows what he would have done, but that's then and this is now. He stays still for a moment, still allowing the touch that runs through his hair before he speaks up.

" I can make dinner tonight, if you want. " He finds his voice and speaks, low and deep compared to the usual musical taunt his voice has held. " Make you something new I've learned. " He offers, rolling his head back and opening his eyes so he can look up at Draken. It was the least the he could do, he supposes.

#kisumshi #i had no idea where this was going out #but this turned out a lot softer than i expected #...good for them honestly #also why are his eyelashes so pretty wtf hanma #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

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