17. You will always be hungry for love. Always. Even when someone is asleep next to you you’ll envy the pillow touching their cheek and the sheet hiding their skin. (X)
Hisoka dragged his finger gently down the boy’s cheek, faltering when he took a shuddering breath. Did he wake him? He waited patiently for his breathing to return to normal and when Gon shifted around a bit to reach a cooler section of his pillow, Hisoka allowed himself to breathe.
The new position hid the soft cheek he had been caressing but he couldn’t bring himself to roll the boy over just for his own sake. He wasn’t sure how to feel about feeling jealous over a pillow, but maybe that was a good thing. He wasn’t used to feeling jealous. Partly because he wasn’t really attached to things.
The jester leaned over slowly and pressed a soft kiss to the tuff of dark hair, his hand sliding down to rest easily on the sleeping boy’s hip. The skin was warm under his palm and he tugged him close just enough so that his back was pressed against Hisoka’s chest.
sometimes i think that carlos and cecil are meant to be together.
carlos came to investigate a town and ended up falling in love with it and the people in it. he’s accepted in night vale and cecil accepts him no matter how bad he is at being in a relationship and no matter how little he shares of his past life.
and carlos accepts cecil and all of his weirdness, because somehow he takes extreme comfort and interest in it
they are both different but yet the compliment each other well
and i just get the sense that they are truly in love.
The power to rush ahead towards the glowing mass of energy. The strength that Accelerator had lacked from the moment he escaped from Academy City and arrived in Russia. The strength that boy had planted in him after their confrontation, finally blazed up within Accelerator’s chest, and exploded.
“AAH!~ Fuck, I admit it! I want to protect her! I don’t want to lose her!! I don’t even want to think about the possibility of losing her!! I will face anything in order to protect this dream of mine!!!!”
[sighs] That's a hard question to answer. We were with him a lot in those final days but it wasn't a question of saying goodbye, it was a question of just sharing a moment. I remember a particular occasion when we were talking about his garden because he was lying in bed and couldn't see out into his garden very well from where he was. We were talking about his plants which he loved. Actually Anita and I were both there. He said, "Guys, don't feel like you have to talk to me. Just you being here is what's important and I'm enjoying that. So don't feel like you have to entertain me." So in a way I think that was him finding acceptance of the way things were. So, no the word "goodbye" didn't happen but we definitely reached a very peaceful place.