Hi everyone, I’ve got an announcement.
I’m going to be going offline. It’s been really fun the time we’ve spent on here, and I’ve gotten to talk with some really fantastic and wonderful people. I’m gonna miss you guys and I wish you all the best! You’re all going to do well - everyone is so brilliant and sweet, thank you all for being so good to me.
Remember guys, believe in the you that believes in yourself, not just in the me that believes in you.
It’s been fun. Thank you.
Totsuka-san sure has recorded a lot. (…) Many thing have increased, thanks to his varied hobbies. But among them, these films are the most after all. Let’s just save these then. (…) Even though there are a lot of videos, Tatara isn’t in any. (…) ‘Cause they were all recorded by him. And yet, he could just told us to save these memories.
Psyche is whispering stay stay stay, fingers clawing at Tsugaru’s loose kimono.
“I have to go, ai.” Tsugaru murmurs, trying to ease him off. “Be reasonable -“
You never want to, Tsugaru thinks, the thought flashing through his mind, hot and white and no, no, he can’t be thinking like this. But Psyche’s touches are burning him like hellfire.
No - they’re in love, they’re happy, this is what it is.
Psyche’s breathing hard, hands twisted in the blue fabric. “Stay with me.”
Please don’t cry, don’t cry, I can’t stand tears.
“Why do you want me to stay so badly?” He says instead.
“I don’t want to sleep alone.”
“So anyone else would be fine? If it was Izaya-san or Shizuo-kun, it would be fine?”
No. Don’t get angry. Don’t you dare get angry at Psyche, don’t you dare break -
“I want Tsu-chan.” Psyche says. “You’re all I have.”
He begins to drop kisses on Tsugaru’s hand, up his arm, his shoulder, sliding the kimono off with practiced ease.
“I… This…” Tsugaru struggles to find what this feeling is. But it’s the worst, to be helpless against these poison kisses. He isn’t strong. He’s pathetic - hadn’t he sworn to do anything for this person? To protect him? To love him? Here he is, unable to control his own anger.
And yet he feels empty, drained, even with the anger quietly rising in his chest.
“What?” Psyche says softly, looking up at Tsugaru through dark eyelashes.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Tsugaru pulls Psyche into his lap. His hands are shaking. Psyche fits against him comfortably, familiarly.
Thin arms wind around his neck as he adds, “But… I doubt I’d notice… or mind…”
“You’re all I have.” Psyche repeats. “And I’m all you have. No one will miss us when we burn out.”
“When we burn out…?”
“Like Shizuo-kun’s cigarette, bright and then gone.” Psyche smiles, kisses Tsugaru’s mouth softly. “We’re gonna consume each other with these kisses…”
But at least we’ll be together, Tsugaru thinks as warmth spreads through his lips. Psyche pulls back to smile, whisper, “I love you, Tsu-chan.”
And he says it back, because they are in love, they are empty, and this is what it is.
Hey tumblr, I’ll be in Paris for the next three days. I put a couple things into the queue, but not much? Ah, well, I’m kinda excited, I’ve been dreaming about this for years.. :]