#Tomorrow who knows

[lampochkaart]

Oumota weekend, Day 2 — Exisal Hangar

The Crane Wives — Allies Or Enemies

I kinda associate this song with them

[ratsnu]

Pirate AU angst.

Is it gay to cradle your crewmate you despise after he’s been shot? probably.

[applepie-enthusiast]

It must have hurt Sanemi deeply seeing Giyuu show the first telltale signs of the effects of having the mark.

The realization of it hitting him like a sword struck his heart multiple times, though there was no blood in him, the pain was enough to warrant his own death.

For seeing the condition of one he loved most slowly deteriorate, is the pain he was forced to face yet again.

It was heartbreaking to see how Giyuu would often downplay it as though he's fine when it was obvious he wasn't. His small smile that he always uses to reassure Sanemi that everything is as it should be.

Except it wasn't as it should be. They contributed to the peace that everyone was enjoying now, yet why were they deprived of more time to love life as it is?

Why were they denied of the chance to just be normal? After all the heartbreaks and loss they both had suffered?

It was a question that Sanemi often dismisses from his mind for it might come out as selfish, but weren't they allowed to be selfish just this one time?

The first time Giyuu had felt his body getting weaker was right after one of the usual dates he and Sanemi used to take. It was a promise that they would use all the time they had to do all the things they haven't experienced before.

Giyuu, under a big cherry blossom tree, stated how much he enjoyed their date, like always. He was happy and smiling, a feeling and a gesture that Giyuu never had the privilege of having and doing back when they were Pillars.

Right after saying, "Let's go again next week.", Giyuu walked ahead, and Sanemi would have continued to admire him, had it not for the sudden halting of Giyuu's steps, his hand instinctively placed on his own chest, the slight wincing as well as widening of his eyes was enough for both of them to realize what was happening.

"Tomioka—" Sanemi immediately reached out to his lover, but by the time he did so, his Tomioka was already back on his normal stance, a small smile on his face.

"I'm okay." Except he wasn't. And he would never be the same after it.

Silence engulfed the two of them, but neither said a word back home.

As weeks and months passed by, Giyuu's condition worsened, his body became more susceptible to all kinds of illnesses and complications. He could no longer take long walks, he could no longer eat a lot, he could no longer run or do excessive chores, less he would be bedridden for the rest of the day.

On the rare times they made love right after realizing what was happening, Sanemi would be nothing but gentle and urge Giyuu to rest. But the latter would place both hands on his cheeks, caressing Sanemi's face, tracing his scars and looking at him with nothing but love in his eyes, and there were times it would take everything in Sanemi not to break down due to the cruelty and frustration of everything.

Sanemi wanted Giyuu to show honesty, to rant about how unfair life had been, to wish for more time, and probably to shed a tear on two at how much he desired more summers with Sanemi.

But Tomioka never shed a tear. His body may be getting weaker, but his heart and his mind was strong.

Barely a week before Giyuu's 25th birthday, he could no longer walk, he was being carried by Sanemi on his arms. His breathing was slowed, yet he kept that tiny smile on his lips as he "watched" and felt the breeze hitting his skin, and he knew that the cherry blossom petals are dancing in the air.

Sanemi was watching him and it took all of him to not cry when Giyuu gazed at him again, the latter's eyes focused on him, even if his sight had long faded.

And Sanemi knew, the rest of Tomioka would follow soon.

"I hope we can still go here next week."

Sanemi could feel his eyes burn, and before he knew it, Tomioka's hands were on his cheeks once more, gently trying to caress his lover's tears away.

"I can no longer see you, so I can't accurately wipe your tears away." Tomioka himself was crying, but the unwavering smile on his face was both heartwarming and heart wrenching.

Tomioka closed his eyes, and smiled wider.

"Please smile, Sanemi."

It made Sanemi break down into tears more, but he willed himself to do one last thing for his beloved.

"I love you..." Tomioka's voice never once stuttered, "I'm sorry that your last memory of me saying those words would be this painful, but I hope you remember what it truly means for me, and for the both of us."

Sanemi's tears continued to fall and blur his vision, but all he could see was his Tomioka. He refused to close his eyes, as if by doing so, he was engraving into his memory everything about his beloved.

Tomioka opened his unseeing blue eyes, and even if there were tears in them too, his entirety exudes a love that will stay even when he's long gone.

"I love you too..." Sanemi blurts it out, "I'm sorry that I took too long to say it..."

His voice was broken by his choked sobs but Giyuu's hum of acknowledgment and joy was enough.

"Thank you for everything, Sanemi. I was happy to have had the privilege to know you, to love you, and to be loved by you."

*

We walked with our small shoulders side-by-side

Laughing together about nothing in particular, we saw the same dream

If I listen in close, I can still hear your voice,

In the midst of this town dyed orange

[jaypentaghast]

[boookends]

i can’t fucking believe he would say this

[spacedust-ghost]

today i offer you genderbend kaishin shennanigans

[noroamenial]

Maybe you were insane. Or dreaming, definitely could be dreaming.

You felt lightheaded as you tucked your chin against the devil's nape. It had been a simple request, to mark you officially. As the devil's paladin--if you could even call yourself that, the heavens would find you blasphemous for finding anything less than a god divine--you had been loyal. You weren't his warlock, you had no use for extra powers, you were just his dear little mouse.

Any number of things ran through your head when you heard "marked." Raphael was dogged, yet flighty. He often danced around you, playing a game you didn't know the rules to. It was often more effort than it was worth, but you had committed, you were loyal, and you did lavish in the rewards of being his pawn.

Now, you weren't oblivious to the devil's favor. You had gotten to know him a little too well over your journey. You would describe your relationship as flighty, casual, and often surprising.

So when his teeth sunk into the flesh between your shoulder and your neck, maybe for once you weren’t too surprised.

All of the blood rushed to your face as you sighed shakily, with a vice grip on the devil’s upper arm. He was purring, a deep rumbling from his chest. And when you gazed down his back from your resting place on his nape you could see his tail swishing back and forth—pleased.

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

Love turning every movie I watch into a sskk au

[hermannsprecursors]

A mad biologist (Newton) and his monster that he made just so he could say he was dating (Hermann)

No one is impressed

[goatyuuji]

Happy White Day to them and only them

[firenaition]

aang & the blue dragon

[chateau-dilf]

Can he hold me like that

[refugeed-kim]

New house with bigass garden, time to

Dig

And sleep in the hole

[blujello]

[pmrashford]

[ladyssybil]

if i had a nickel for every time netflix/bton posted about theloise i'd have about 20 nickels, which isn't a lot, but- oh wait IT IS A LOT