i don't fear the enemy. i don't fear the pain. what is fear is that I'm alone β¦ solitude scares me. at the orphanage, solitude was the norm for me. BUT NOW, THIS SAME SOLITUDE SCARES ME. [ i wish there was someone fighting at my side. ] anyone would do. somebody β¦
BEASTLIT: a private, medium-low activity writing blog for n.akajima a.tsushi of bungo stray dogs. [ adored by vic since twenty twenty. ] personals do not interact.
glass clatters , a stumble in response till sudden declaration. an awful pun ; seriously terrible — & yet still does it make his heart stupidly flutter. head shaking , with cheeks tinted red does he focus on filling the cup up with water before holding it out for the other to take. “ not the shittiest pick-up line i’ve ever heard. ” gaze avoidant , seat taken next to the other with a curt nod towards glass. “ focus on soberin’ up instead of talkin’ more , ‘kay ?”
crimson upon ivory ; mona lisa smile grim in a grave of fireflies. atrophy marked by the press of a sleeve till lip , smearing ichor astray from their own lips. they could do without the headache , shrill detonation of reprimanding tone that has a scornful glare descending upwards to match the likeness of their partner’s stare. so they were early — fed up with the small talk & jumped into the fray a bit too soon. a kick to the teeth from some cowardice nobody was an easy price to pay for the satisfying snap of the fucker’s neck in return. it’s null shock the other is allergic to declarations of gratitude.
“oh i’m so ashamed — how ever will I live with myself knowin’ I fucked up ya terribly crafted bullshit ?” sardony doused in kerosene , fringe flicked astray from obscuring mismatched hues with a breeze of short laughter. “wah , wah , wah.cry about it. ‘less ya wanna tell me y’ knew the asshole was just buyin’ time fer the fuckin’ calvary 'ta show up ?” irritation quelled with a huff , “ in that case do me a favour 'n walk over here so I can strangle ya fer the unnecessary ambush. ”
“eh ?” change of script ; torn parchment where ink dries. this isn’t apart of the plan — a faulty contingency sweltering under a steadily rising inferno. though they aren’t one to stray from the beginnings of a fight ; to look death into the eye with scorn upon an otherwise voidless visage is the uncanny default of their condtioning. yet , the urgency of the other’s tone is enough to have their gaze drifting , hilt of sword released & stance altered — a grimace in place at leaving a mission incomplete yet they comply to follow in his stead. “ fleein’ like some third-rate cowards , pathetic.”
just thinking about the first time someone tried to give c.huu a high-five & all he did in return was stare at their hand before awkwardly raising his own cause ??what the hell is going on / what is this??
that had been surprisingly easy. atsushi had been expecting a far louder resolution, perhaps some broken glass, or a smashed cafe table. THE WAY HE SLUMPS INTO HIMSELF IS ALMOST COMEDIC. [ atsushi thinks he looks like a bit like a snowman relieved of the burden of staying upright in the summer sun. ] there’s an easy smile that uproots the corners of his lips as gloves hands come to pat at his pocket, because: ❝ let me pay you back for … ❞and a pause, because: ❝ um … i didn’t bring my wallet. ❞
generosity but a snot-nosed parasite. a token of which has them almost retching. there’s no point in prolonging this interaction ; it isn’t as if they’re acting from a shard of goodness in their heart or whatever crap logic would say other wise. it’s merely to get the other outta their hair as quick as possible. “ workin’ fer a dump like the agency ?ha. don’t bother. ya probably barely have ‘nuff ’t spare as is. ” indifference disuaded by curiosity , a sigh to prelude lingering inquisition. “ what about you — ya pickin’ up anythin’ fer ya'self ’t eat ?”