far from the others, close to each other; that’s when we uncover.
I’m sitting on a fallen tree trunk, waiting for Baz to arrive at our secret place in the forest near our home. On wednesdays he is always later due to his football training. Still, I always come on time on wednesdays in case Baz is on time for once; grasping for every extra second we can get together.
I’m tapping my fingers on my kneecap as I wait. My blood is rushing with anticipation. My blood is rushing for Baz and he’s not even here yet.
Baz and I meet here three times a week. Here is the only place where we can be us. Where the two of us can be one. Sometimes we meet here and all we do is talk; talk about life, talk about here and now, talk about the future or just sweet nothings. Baz is so smart, he has his whole own universe inside of his own head. I love getting to explore small pieces of it as he talks.
Sometimes Baz and I only kiss and hold each other, being as close to each other as we can manage.
I think of Baz’s lips, Baz’s hands, Baz’s face, Baz. I can’t help but smile and feel a little sad at the same time. Baz is so incredible, it’s unbelievable he’s real. The fact that we have to say hidden in the debts of the woods makes it all feel even more unreal.
Right as I think the word ‘unreal’ I hear footsteps nearing. I don’t have to look up to know it’s Baz. My smile immediately widens.
I stand up from the tree trunk and watch Baz come closer. He’s wearing his football clothes. Most of his legs are showing because of his loose football shorts. His legs are a beautiful reddish-brown shade, long and nicely muscled. I make myself face him.
His face is beautiful and he wears a teasing grin on it. Neither of us says a thing as we close the space between the two of us without making our actions look too desperate. Though, we both know how desperate we are for the moments we share here.
As soon as I’m in Baz’s reach I feel his arms slide around my middle. My own hands slide up over his chest. Within seconds we’re close enough to press our foreheads together, our noses brushing together as our breaths mingle.
“Simon,” Baz whispers as a ‘hello’.
“Hey,” I say back, smiling as I bring my lips to meet his. Baz’s arms are firm around my waist, holding me close to him. He’s clinging onto me in a way I desperately need him to do so.
“This is killing me,” Baz mumbles against my lips.
I just reply with a simple, “I know.”
His precense and his touch make me feel both grounded and lost at the same time. This is exactly where I need to be, though I have no clue where I am. Here is safe, hidden in the woods, where I can hold the one I love.
Have you ever talked about how weretiger!arin and the other were-creatures in your au were initially infected? Cuz they wouldn't have been born a were-creature, right? It seems like it would be a big moment in their lives
I had actually thought about this exact thing shortly after this au took off! Whether they were cursed to transform against their will or maybe they had this affliction transferred to them early in their lives I wasnt sure. But the idea of them having to face society and readjust to their previous way of life with this added burden of being so unnatural and different piqued my interest!
(This is actually longer than I expected it to be so im gonna put a readmore okay?)
hey! i made a quick fluffy haired kaylee doodle to ask ya something! which lineart style looks better: all black or a dark shade of a pony’s overall color? I especially wanna know which you think would look best with a group of multiple ponies.
I know that there are still a few anon gif requests in my inbox. I’ll try to get them done today. I’m very sorry about the delay - my brain’s not running on all cylinders at the moment. I’m so overwhelmed by what a few crazy girls are doing for me that I’m all dizzy and it feels like I’ve popped a few too many of my happy pills. All is good. I’m okay. *deep breath*
…on that note: thanks to @lemondropsonice for actually making it possible that I have a new pack of happy pills to begin with.
Oh, and… uh, I think @electricmonk333 is going to post progress on the donations once a week. I believe that’s what she said. Did you say you’d do that? Oh god. I can’t focus. Someone slap me.
Kokuhaku was so freakin’ amazing that I’ve been ranting about it since I saw it yesterday (And I was pretty much annoying all my friends the whole week, cuz c'moon it was Tri. time again).
Now… I am the kind of person who basically never cries, at least not infront of people, but yesterday… I cried more than ever before.
I was alone when watching the movie, but after I had seen it I immediately started bugging my friends again, they didn’t really care which I knew and was totally okay with…
Here is the most amazing thing….
I went to my mom’s today and started telling her about the movie and my crying and everything and she was pretty much like: “wtf, it’s a damn cartoon, control yourself woman”
THEN I showed her the scene where Patamon’s all “I’m infected right?”
(I should note, that my mom also loved Digimon when we watched it together when I was a kid.)
SHE CRIED FOR 15 MINUTES !
I WAS HAPPY BECAUSE SHE GOT THE FEELS TOO, BUT SAD CUZ “FINISH ME OFF”…