@belxsar: Hello, for your ‘Kisses With Meaning’ prompt drabbles, I’d like to request Mitsuhide with either eyelid, nape, or wrist (you pick because I can’t!) please. Thanks so much! :) Love your writing and your blog! <3
It’s a game she comes up with on the spot to test a few things, meant to last only a heartbeat. But looking at him now, and every moment before and after, she knows she will never be able to help herself, not when he sits there so fraught and tidy, refusing to play. There will be a wrinkle in his sleeve and a wrinkle in his brow, as well as a wrinkle in his words and a wrinkle in his calm, and she will want nothing more than to reach out on every plane and see how much more wrinkled it would get under her touch.
She does enjoy it. She can admit that. But it won’t even be the best part.
She thinks him untouchable, invulnerable, as stalwart as a battle ship heaving out to sea, and it infuriates her, because she can see the wear and tear. From the pier she wonders why he doesn’t.
“May I kiss you?”
So she plays with him, poking and prodding with gentle paws, until it’s a glorious mess: the stillness. The fake tranquility that goes washing over him and seeping out through his pores. His brush stills. His breath stills. His eyes still. And every inch of his control frays under an invisible, indomitable, weight.
Like the cat that got the canary, she bares her teeth at him in—
honestly, my ex was really emotionally abusive and i feel a lot better now that i came to that conclusion. it was never me and i didn’t deserve the things she did and said to me. i deserve the kindness and love i have now.
I used to feel awkward and out of place when I didn’t have something to say because silence in social situations made me uncomfortable; you helped me see otherwise, and now silence relaxes me, and I seek comfort in it.
I WANT TO CRY AND I AM SO ANGRY
THE LETTER SAID “BLUE EYES”! BLUE!!
YILDIZ DON’T HAVE BLUE EYES!!!!!!
THAT LETTER WAS FOR HILAL NOT YILDIZ
HOW DID YOU READ THAT LETTER??????????
I WANT TO SCREAM