#othersidecfparadise ; keigo.

[drgnbld]

"What if we had never met?"

- Keigo to Wataru // @othersidecfparadise

" then I never would have married. likely would have attempted to take what wasn't mine again, ruined the relationships I was able to connect with because of you... probably would have tried to kill hanta, take his place by force. "

he had tried to remain neutral, not allow emotions to set the tone of his words, still have a "I don't care about you" attitude towards keigo but failed pretty soon on. he loved his husband. found a way to turn him into a better man without even trying. almost as if he was saved from death for their very encounter.

what ifs / @othersidecfparadise.

[drgnbld]

"Dont tell me you're leaving...Aren't you forgetting something?"

Keigo coos, holding Wataru's hand tightly and with a lazy smile he leans against him. Yes, He's blowing him a kiss.

@othersidecfparadise

" can't you ask for anything normally? " their morning ritual at this point consisted of keigo making some... rather questionable remarks or acting in particular ways. he's never understood it himself, nor has he reached a conclusion on why he sees it out regardless ( denial ). it's become routine and well - he would miss it once it left him, not that he'd ever admit to that.

with an over-dramatic pained groan, wataru leans in and gives... his partner? lover? whatever - gives keigo what he wants: a goodbye kiss, though it's short lived and somewhat impatient. " besides, you've got work to attend so don't act like i'm the sole villain here. "

[drgnbld]

Truth + What are your feelings on Keigo

LETS PLAY TRUTH OR DARE. ft. @othersidecfparadise.

" why do you want to know? " he was many things to wataru: a threat, nuisance, a liability mostly. both enemies of each other with two very different goals and purposes on this earth; he viewed keigo as an obstacle to those plans and no doubt was that mutual too. they just happened to stumble into each other's bed one night, felt comfort and control over one another, that possessive crave tugging within the very depth of his soul to have keigo at his dismissal.

that's what he believed. a few rare nights turned into every weekend. they turned into hushed phone calls, rushing to their side without hesitating, holding hands while watching the moon and stars paint the skies every night. it turned into him realising that after all this time he just wanted somebody to stand at his side and tell him that he was enough. that his anger was well placed but now it was time to rest.

" he is a situational ally. nothing more. "