princeofblackice

[princeofblackice]

"You look beautiful at all times.."

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

"Not because of you, bub. I got the pleasure of admiring you while you slept."

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

"If only I could say the same.."

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

"At least you slept well.." Yukihiko nuzzles Akira back.

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

"As well as I could.."

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

Dunno the first one, chips, biscuits, cookies, soda, candy, cigarettes, beanies, cotton candy

i'm conducting an experiment. everyone who's from an english speaking country state your country, regional area and what you call the following images. i need to see something

[princeofblackice]

"How did you sleep?" Yukihiko asks, twirling a piece of Akira's hair in his fingers with a soft expression.

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

"Hi bub.." Yukihiko replies as he nuzzles Akira back.

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

For the rest of the night, Yukihiko just stares at Akira while he sleeps, admiring his angel's beauty in his most vulnerable state.

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

Satisfied with the notion that Akira wasn't injured, he laid back down onto his beloved's chest and gently laced their fingers together. He couldn't fall back asleep, though.

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

It's maybe an hour or two later when Yukihiko wakes from another nightmare, his grip on Akira tightening as he takes a few deep breaths. He looks at Akira's face, as though to b sure that nothing was mutilated or missing.

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

Yukihiko falls asleep rather quickly, his current tiredness mixed with Akira's heartbeat and embrace soothing him to sleep.

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

Yukihiko hums happily and cuddles closer, pressing his ear to Akira's chest to listen to his heartbeat.

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

"You better not. I love you too much."

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

"I love you, please never leave me.."

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)

[princeofblackice]

"Bye!" Yukihiko finishes the second bottle on his own and manages to put both glasses in the sink before passing out on his living room floor.

It was a normal work day, of course, Yukihiko had been called in for a mission and since it was more dangerous than what he was qualified for, he had been partnered with Chuuya. Which, that had been rather odd, since Yukihiko had never even interacted with the red-head.

But, nonetheless, he decided to just stand at the front of headquarters and wait for the red-head to show up, if he even did.

~ @princeofblackice

“So, your the one Boss said I had to work with?” Came Chuuya’s rather annoyed voice as said redhead walked up to Yukihiko. He gave the white-haired man a once-over, then clicked his tongue.

“Well let’s get on with it then. What are we doing again?”

[princeofblackice]

Yukihiko nuzzles back and curls closer, already beginning to fall back asleep.

Interactive Post 002: Restless Nights

This nightmare started off like the rest, in his childhood home where he would be running away from his father. But tonight, as his small body ran through hazy cornfields, he spotted something truly gut wrenching.

In front of him Akira, his beloved moon and stars, lay dead in a pool of his own blood. His skin gray and his hand laying limply to the side, head tilted the same way to where his lifeless eyes bore into Yukihiko's own teary ones.

He collapsed into the mud and tried shaking Akira in some hopeless attempt of waking him up, his voice trembling as he urged his beloved to stop playing.

He was too caught up in his panic to notice the footsteps behind him and then the sight of an axe swinging towards his neck from the corner of his eye.

He jolted straight up, breathing heavily in the dark of his bedroom as his brain finally processed that all of it was a nightmare. That Akira was okay.

Even then, he couldn't fight his urges and reached for his phone, the light of it blinding him until his eyes adjusted enough to read the time, 3:04 A.M. He sighed and unlocked his phone before going to call Akira.

He stared at the screen while waiting, rereading the words at the top.

Calling "🌹My Beloved🎻"

( @the-songs-that-surround-us :3)