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bonnefoisI wanted to try this as I'm such a slow writer, um, I'm not sure of the quality, it probably seems somewhat disjointed, I was racing against the clock XD anyways.
Title: incinerate
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Rating: PG
Sort of spoilers for Yami no Matsuei
(“I’m tired” he said.)
the air is choked with smoke, flames lick at Hisoka’s heels, but he keeps holding on, his fingers hurt from being clamped down so tight – even if Tsuzuki’s arms bruise it’ll heal.
He hadn’t noticed it, he hadn’t seen the weariness in Tsuzuki – he hadn’t quite understood until then the possibility of something that much deeper than his partner’s overly sweet smile – didn’t think it could ever get deep, that he would throw away everything and go all or nothing – smoke clinging to his clothes, it’ll never leave these clothes, it’ll always remain– just like–
– There’s dark circles under Tsuzuki’s eyes, Hisoka doesn’t ever remember noticing that until now with fire casting a wan shadow across them both, it’s golden and like cadlelit dinners but not half as romantic, the fire demands to claim, devour them both and turn them both to ashes (ashes to ashes, dust to dust – )
Before the shadow takes them, cradles them Hisoka wonders if perhaps, maybe, they’ll learn from this – his palm white numb and blisters which sting across his forearms – maybe they’ll change or maybe they’ll talk or maybe they’ll just be something close to normal once this is over if they survive at all. He doesn’t say much, the sulphur in the air is biting to his lungs, he doesn’t even say anything that’s racing though his mind, he just clings closer, trying to shield Tsuzuki not just from the fire, but from the inner demons that leave inner burns far worse than Touda’s flames could ever injure.
The word was “fatigue”
Title: incinerate
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Rating: PG
Sort of spoilers for Yami no Matsuei
(“I’m tired” he said.)
the air is choked with smoke, flames lick at Hisoka’s heels, but he keeps holding on, his fingers hurt from being clamped down so tight – even if Tsuzuki’s arms bruise it’ll heal.
He hadn’t noticed it, he hadn’t seen the weariness in Tsuzuki – he hadn’t quite understood until then the possibility of something that much deeper than his partner’s overly sweet smile – didn’t think it could ever get deep, that he would throw away everything and go all or nothing – smoke clinging to his clothes, it’ll never leave these clothes, it’ll always remain– just like–
– There’s dark circles under Tsuzuki’s eyes, Hisoka doesn’t ever remember noticing that until now with fire casting a wan shadow across them both, it’s golden and like cadlelit dinners but not half as romantic, the fire demands to claim, devour them both and turn them both to ashes (ashes to ashes, dust to dust – )
Before the shadow takes them, cradles them Hisoka wonders if perhaps, maybe, they’ll learn from this – his palm white numb and blisters which sting across his forearms – maybe they’ll change or maybe they’ll talk or maybe they’ll just be something close to normal once this is over if they survive at all. He doesn’t say much, the sulphur in the air is biting to his lungs, he doesn’t even say anything that’s racing though his mind, he just clings closer, trying to shield Tsuzuki not just from the fire, but from the inner demons that leave inner burns far worse than Touda’s flames could ever injure.
The word was “fatigue”
