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There should be rules about this kind of thing. Laws of nature that should say this is impossible.But Touka’s gaze is steady. Her hands are on the cafe table, and one tightens its grip on the other. “I’m sure.” She’s pregnant. Kirishima Touka. On a date with Shirazu. Kirishima Touka’s smile, aimed at Shirazu. Kirishima Touka’s fingers interlinked, with Shirazu’s. Over my dead body , hisses the voice in Haise’s head. "Rabbit" . "Kaneki" Rabbits belong where there are…plants, right? Grass? That they eat? Yet…there it is. A little mud-colored shape, with red eyes. Huddled, beneath a soggy cardboa... mar 17 2016 ∞
oct 16 2017 + but aerith was there, and that's all he needed. february 7th, cloud walks up to aerith's room, flowers in hand. in which aerith comes to terms with everything she'll never give up for him. the world is empty without her, and your heart is no home for a ghost. tonight was her night, they all knew it, and he was allowed this selfishness. Just tonight. oct 1 2016 ∞
apr 27 2020 + |
Lenalee probably thought he was doing all he could to drive her away. Kanda Yuu knew he could have been trying harder. There are seven deadly sins. He's guilty of most of them. Because he is Kanda and she is Lenalee and it might never be enough. What she wants might not come but she can make do. That's what she's good at. Red sky dawning, sailor's warning. mar 5 2016 ∞
oct 17 2017 + "you are too brilliant for a world such as mine. my world is a world full of darkness. i cannot permit the sun to shine there. and i cannot darken yours." ulquiorra doesn't answer for a long moment. "nobody," he finally says. "nobody at all." may 18 2016 ∞
apr 24 2017 + |
he’s on top of her now; she’s on the floor, bleeding out, and the last thing she sees is him. his eyes, always so intense, now soft as he gazes down at her. She thinks, ah, no one has ever loved me more than him. "I do have a choice. I just choose you every time.” then, he speaks. not through the cracking sound of the telephone, not through the microphone that puts an annoyingly metallic quality to his voice. but he speaks, directly, to her. “I’m home.” apr 21 2017 ∞
nov 1 2019 + rukia’s reiatsu is the summer wind. it’s the curve of his mother’s smile, frozen forever in time atop the faded polaroid in his pocket. "this isn’t how it’s supposed to happen," you think. she says you name as if she's been saying it for lifeteimes. "i would die for you, you know." may 21 2016 ∞
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