Sept 24, 2023 3:58:01 GMT
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Post by Sada on Sept 24, 2023 3:58:01 GMT
Spring Equinox.
We’re a day or two before we crawl home. Back to my family’s mansion, the multi-billion yen glass castle sitting high in Kyoto. It’s a prison, crystal spires and a fire-breathing dragon in the form of my father. That’s a story for later, tho.
I tug on my leather crop top, short skirt and heels. Lost an hour or two towards applying bloodred lipstick, diamond jewels jutting out from the tips of my mother’s horns and mine too. It’s all luxurious, low, slow exfoliation like I’m prepping for the best date of my life. Every date yet with Farrin is the best one yet, tbh. He’s my dreamboat and my every dream come true, hottest man alive and World’s Greatest Hero, too. But these holiday weekend ones are extra special. Days we can steal away from the Heroic pursuit… Well, one of us, anyway. It’s not really my long term plan. I stare into the mirror, vaguely dazed by the pale-pink vamp bathed in warm light. Some days I wish this wasn’t our universe at all. No Herodom, no dead parents, no me lying to him about my ultimate motive for entering UAU. It leaves a crater where my heart was. The last one, leaving him. One day.
I wish I wasn’t me. I blink.
Don’t think about it.
Turning away from the mirror, closing the Bible app, I’m off and out the door. The world’s shifting under my heels. I feel it, wonder if he does too. The school year was well into play and he’d already had his fair share of Villains thrown his way; we lived through a wrecked church, and somewhere along the way I fought robotic demonic spawns along Antoine’s side. It was mad wild. Now today’s all about us, me and my love. With a pouch filled with special coins in the minibag slung across my shoulders, and a load of snacks too, I’d make it to his door. It smells like sweat and sin in the boy’s halls, so I just can’t wait to be in his arms again. Warm, safe, the scent of moss, musk and earth enveloping me. When he opens the door, I’d throw him into a great big hug and kiss, twist my fingertips into those chestnut locks. Which of course means that I was, irrefutably without a doubt, first.
Whenever we pulled apart, I’d smile super big. “Alright, handsome,” I chirp, tucking my arm under his super thick own, intertwining our fingers as a ball at my heart, “Which God are we praying to first?”
Farrin
We’re a day or two before we crawl home. Back to my family’s mansion, the multi-billion yen glass castle sitting high in Kyoto. It’s a prison, crystal spires and a fire-breathing dragon in the form of my father. That’s a story for later, tho.
I tug on my leather crop top, short skirt and heels. Lost an hour or two towards applying bloodred lipstick, diamond jewels jutting out from the tips of my mother’s horns and mine too. It’s all luxurious, low, slow exfoliation like I’m prepping for the best date of my life. Every date yet with Farrin is the best one yet, tbh. He’s my dreamboat and my every dream come true, hottest man alive and World’s Greatest Hero, too. But these holiday weekend ones are extra special. Days we can steal away from the Heroic pursuit… Well, one of us, anyway. It’s not really my long term plan. I stare into the mirror, vaguely dazed by the pale-pink vamp bathed in warm light. Some days I wish this wasn’t our universe at all. No Herodom, no dead parents, no me lying to him about my ultimate motive for entering UAU. It leaves a crater where my heart was. The last one, leaving him. One day.
I wish I wasn’t me. I blink.
Don’t think about it.
Turning away from the mirror, closing the Bible app, I’m off and out the door. The world’s shifting under my heels. I feel it, wonder if he does too. The school year was well into play and he’d already had his fair share of Villains thrown his way; we lived through a wrecked church, and somewhere along the way I fought robotic demonic spawns along Antoine’s side. It was mad wild. Now today’s all about us, me and my love. With a pouch filled with special coins in the minibag slung across my shoulders, and a load of snacks too, I’d make it to his door. It smells like sweat and sin in the boy’s halls, so I just can’t wait to be in his arms again. Warm, safe, the scent of moss, musk and earth enveloping me. When he opens the door, I’d throw him into a great big hug and kiss, twist my fingertips into those chestnut locks. Which of course means that I was, irrefutably without a doubt, first.
Whenever we pulled apart, I’d smile super big. “Alright, handsome,” I chirp, tucking my arm under his super thick own, intertwining our fingers as a ball at my heart, “Which God are we praying to first?”
Farrin
