#Hesitant

[bookwyirm]

Stray Swords and Broken Words

(THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR BLUE EYE SAMURAI IN THIS FIC, BUT IM PRETTY MUCH STRAYING FROM THE SOURCE MATERIAL)

This fic will be extremely fluffy because I can’t stand anymore angst from this show 😭

Also there might be smut later on, idk yet.

(ALSO TAIGEN DOESN’T KNOW MIZU IS A GIRL YET)

Mizu can’t tell what Taigen is thinking for once. Being a master of the sword means recognizing your enemies, watching their body language to know when they are going to attack and how to retaliate best. Before the arrows that had just rained down on them, Mizu knew exactly what was going on in Taigen’s mind. Honor, stupid as the concept is.

But now…his eyes are wide, hesitant. And it sends a jolt of something through Mizu. Not fear, no. But definitely caution. He has to be planning something right?

”Your shielding,” his voice breaks the tense silence “that was…”

It can’t be. A compliment? Or almost one, the thought doesn’t really get finished. But it’s enough.

Mizu lifts her chin, her hand straying to the place her sword would rest. The emptiness throws her off, but still not enough to stop the responds that spills from her lips. “Your timing,” She looks away a faint smile touching her mouth “you are deeply skilled. The broken blade fits well in your hand.”

The smile in Taigen’s eyes seems to fade as he looks down at the bare blade in his hands. He presents it to Mizu. “Well it’s yours. If you want it.” Mizu takes the blade silently sliding it into its sheath with a satisfying shing.

“So…”

“So?” His gaze has softened again and Mizu can’t seem to hold it. Choosing to stare into the forest instead.

“We should make camp. Lick our wounds and lay low for a few days.” She’s already striding away into the thick circle of trees “C’mon Ringo.” Her cheerful companion scurries after his master.

Taigen stands still for a moment, gazing thoughtfully after Mizu before following her deep into the forest.

A/N

I know this was short but I just wanted to get something out quickly. I don’t know why I haven’t seen more fics for this ship, they’re adorable together. Feel free to comment any suggestions or send me asks for requests. I’d love to do some Headcanons or even just chat about Blue Eyed Samurai. (I do write smut, I’m not uncomfortable writing anything so don’t be afraid to get a little crazy 😜)

[themasterofalchemy]

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I just feel like I'm going to get fucked up again And when I'm crying I'll look over and the mirror is saying, "well yeah girl, what did you expect?"

I don't want to feel that way again

So... I'm hesitant

Just because something means the world to you does not mean it means anything to them

In fear of getting fucked up again I'm hesitant

[imkindofajacketslut]

No, I'm not listening to Brother on reapea-

LIES!

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

In the end, I’m always alone.

[kply-industries]

[muneh1966]

I cannot explain why, but this piece of art is one of my absolute favourites. It’s called the hesitant fiancée and it was painted by Auguste Toulmouche in 1855.

[banannabethchase]

In honour of the resident heterosexual: austindustin, austin shoots his shot with lance and is turned down, dustin comforts him by reassuring him that he's very pretty actually.

Out of Your System

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Austin’s on the workout bench, arms flopped to his sides. He wants to finish the reps. He really does. But he’s heartbroken and sad and, honestly, kind of wants somebody to come up and ask him what’s wrong.

He sighs again, a little louder this time.

“Shut up,” Colten says, and he doesn’t even get a chance to move before something wet hits him in the face.

“Gross!” Austin yells, batting the towel away. “Take your sweaty filth and put it somewhere else.”

“I plan to,” Colten yells. “Get your ass up, you whiner.”

“Let me live!” Austin yells back at him. He flops back down onto the bench. Maybe he’ll fall asleep. That could count as a workout if he’s really pathetic about it, right?

He does fall asleep. He figures it out because somebody clears their throat and Austin opens his eyes.

Dustin Rhodes, out of gear but in a surprisingly well fitting tank top and shorts, is staring down at him. “Sorry to interrupt,” he says, “but are you actually using this bench?”

“Does sleeping count as cardio?”

“I think it by definition doesn’t.” Dustin reaches out a hand and pulls Austin to his feet with surprising strength. It shouldn’t be that surprising, Austin muses. But, somehow, it is. When they’re standing, they’re far from eye to eye, Austin realizes. Dustin studies him. “Are you doing alright, kid?”

“I’m not a kid,” Austin says automatically. “I’m in my twenties.”

Dustin snorts. “That’s young enough to be a kid, kid. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“I am older,” Austin says.

And that’s when realization dawns in Dustin’s eyes. A conversation from a few years ago, from a few nonalcoholic beers ago, from a graduation party where Austin showed off his shiny new degree. “Oh,” Dustin says. “Oh, you weren’t drunk enough to forget that, were you.”

“No,” Austin says. “I didn’t actually have anything to drink that night.”

“I’m sure you did,” Dustin says. But he hasn’t let go of Austin’s hand. And that feels like something. “Didn’t you?”

Austin shakes his head. “Not a drop. That was a virgin pina colada.”

Dustin snorts.

“What?!”

“Just – nothing.”

“You can’t possibly think I’m a virgin,” Austin says, trying his best smile. “I mean, come on.”

“No, Austin,” Dustin says. “Your father’s told me about the times you had to call him to bail you out during college. I’m sure you’re not.”

“Oh, so you and Dad talked about me,” Austin says. “What, you ask him permission or something?”

Dustin’s laugh is almost nervous. “Austin, you can’t be serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Austin asks. “I mean, I just hit on Lance. Again.” He sighs. “Got shot down again.”

“Yeah, he’s married to a woman,” Dustin says. “How are you, like, the third person to make that mistake?”

“Third?” Austin asks. “Who else? Wait, don’t answer that. You’re trying to change the subject.” He pokes at Dustin’s chest. “I’m older. You said I had to wait until I was older.”

“I thought you’d change your mind!”

Austin blinks. “Why the hell would I change my mind?”

“Because I’m a old has been,” Dustin says, and he does look a little sad right now, a little old.

The sad isn’t great. The old, Austin has to admit, is absolutely doing it for him. “You have matches all the time that still fuck.”

Dustin blinks. “They…fuck?”

“They fuck,” Austin explains. “It means they’re good. Jeez, are you not on the internet?”

“I’m fifty something years old, Austin, of course I’m not on your internet.”

Austin beams. “Yeah, I know. Can I kiss you now?”

“Aus – you don’t want to kiss me.”

Austin rolls his eyes. “You don’t get to tell me what I do and don’t want. I want to kiss you. Do you want to kiss me?”

“Sure,” Dustin says, almost like he didn’t mean to. “I mean –”

“You said sure,” Austin says. “So, like, you do want to kiss me.”

Dustin sighs. “I shouldn’t want to kiss you.”

“Well, if you don’t want to kiss me, that’s one thing. But if you do want to want to kiss me, that’s just stupid.” Austin gets a little closer. “So, like, maybe you should kiss me. To get it out of your system or something.”

“Believe me, kid,” Dustin says, and he slides his hand to rest under Austin’s jaw. “One kiss is not gonna get it out of my system.”

Austin knows, from the quickest press of lips, that he is gone forever after this moment. Dustin is soft at first, like he’s testing it, like he’s expecting Austin to pull away. But Austin doesn’t and moves his lips. It seems to electrify something inside of Dustin, and an arm goes around Austin’s waist, pulling him in tightly. His mouth opens and Austin whimpers into it, ready to taste and feel and drown in it. Dustin’s surprisingly gentle, but it still feels like Austin is powerless to the touches.

“Okay,” Austin says, breathing heavily. “Did you get it out of your system?”

“No, Austin,” Dustin says, running a thumb along Austin’s lower lip. “No, I definitely didn’t.”

[weirdbroski]

yoinked the jacket off of this ai image, fuck ai here's hesitant

yoinked from : @free-adoptables

[falseandrealultravival]

Fairies Living Alone (Taeko Onuki): City Pop (Composition/Arrangement: Ryuichi Sakamoto)

The two are hesitant, unable to slip through the gates of becoming lovers. But they have enough desire to be lovers. That's why they "live alone". This song embodies that frustration. Taeko Onuki is one of the best singer-songwriters in Japan when it comes to singing love songs, and she writes a lot of songs about tough situations. This song is a variation of that. (By the way, she was Ryuichi Sakamoto's lover.)

♪I want to visit you

on the shore of my heart

The brilliance of the waves

I'm scared of tomorrow

Watch of two

A secret on the finger that stopped

I want to lock you up

can't be called love

childish selfishness

I hugged you too much and it broke

well well

box that should not be opened

ひとり暮らしの妖精たち（大貫妙子）：シティ・ポップ

２人は、恋人になる門を潜れずに、ためらっている。でも恋人になる願望は十分持っている。だから「ひとり暮らし」なのだ。そのもどかしさを具体化したのがこの曲だ。大貫妙子は、恋愛の歌を歌わせたら、日本でベストなシンガーソングライターであり、厳しいシチュエーションの曲をたくさん書いている。この曲は、そのバリエーションであると言えよう。（ちなみに彼女は、坂本龍一の恋人だった）

(2023.05.07)

[tenth-sentence]

Hesitantly, her tiny hand came up, as if ready to dart away at the first sign of menace.

"Incarnations of Immortality: For Love of Evil" - Piers Anthony

[posebox-guide]

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[random-xpressions]

I may resist everything but not the shy & hesitant advances of someone's hands. That's the most realistic thing under the sky - hands can never lie...

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[shironezuninja]

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[imkindofajacketslut]

this entire album slaps

[absentmoon]

you think spells are essays? spells are math

when the paladin wants to talk about spellcrafting

[thatskelebitch]

I would art dump if i wasnt nervous of art theft and ai trainers