capacity // amon x akira
hello again after a while….. :’) how about these past two chapters huh?! W O W!!!!!!!!!!
please have a small akiramon inspired by tg:re:121 //// and, i hope you’re doing well recently. ☀
~1200 words // content warnings // excerpt:
It’s funny, how completely and utterly different things are from before; how, before, the pressure of his hand on her mouth had been like a slap in the face that she felt down all the way into her bones, into a part of her soul that she didn’t realize had any more capacity to feel anything. That, she thought at the time, was really the end of it, the end of her feeling things.
No, she realized later, standing again in front of the graves. It’s not.
No, she realized again, facing Haise’s smile and feeling her mouth twist up in return. No, she realized again, feeling the stab of knives in her back. No, she realized again, as her eyes fell on a figure who filled up an entire doorway. No, in a warm embrace, against a small, soft body. No, no, no, again, again, and yet another time, as he draws back a millimeter to breathe, and then places his mouth again, gently, on hers.