leaks and shui

I.

His tail was as black and beautiful as the night - the only blackness that allowed Shui to shed all his worries and burdens from the world, the blackness in which Shui could find calm and comfort, in which Shui could be himself - just a normal cat.

Shui would think that, as he wrapped his arms around the black tail’s owner from the back and buried his face in his companion’s shoulder, taking in the familiar, gentle scent that never failed to send him into a peaceful sleep.

II.

It is not quite possible to dye black into any other color, but when Shui hugged him from behind, body warmth permeating through layers of clothes, soft breath brushing against his skin… Leaks thought maybe, just maybe, that his ears were dyed in a hue of red. 

If it was the case, certainly, he hoped Shui didn’t notice.

(morning grace - for @clears-jellyfish-dress)

Drunk types

Konoe: i’m-not-drunk drunk. he’ll argue for hours long about how “resistant” he is to alcohol, all the while drinking more and getting even more drunk in the process.

Asato: emotional drunk. he’ll go from wholehearted laughter to sobbing in a heartbeat. the reasons for this stay unknown, for he can’t talk clarly while drunk.

Rai: philosophical drunk. anyone sitting beside him will get dragged into a deep and meaningful discussion about the meaning of the universe.

Bardo: karaoke drunk. he’ll sing literally anything: screamo, pop, oldies… hell, he’ll even compose songs on the spot then forget about them 15 minutes later.

Shui: cuddly drunk. he’ll cuddle anyone at arm’s length, and for some reason Leaks is always within his reach…

Leaks: never gets drunk. he’s the responsible adult who takes care of everyone, and he always curses the gods for having such a messy group of drunkards under his watch.

And my voice you will always hear.
And my hand you will always have.

For I will shelter you.
And I will comfort you.
And even when we are nothing left,
not even in death,
I will remember you.


― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves