08-29-2018, 08:01 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]it was certainly taking a toll to continue on the way he was, doing what he could to be deserving of the wings he'd been born with. the wings that his father had clipped. he wanted to earn them; he wanted to be worthy in his father's eyes, wanted to be the sweet little angel his mother saw in him.
junji couldn't bring himself to live up to those expectations, not after the attack. just imagining what would happen if he ever did sprout wings, the possibility of that hound returning for his pretty feathers, it made him sick. the boy sat silently in his bed while luca made himself at home, watching with empty eyes as the other set his basket of treats down. he couldn't help spacing out, drifting away with his thoughts for moments at a time. something he'd developed during the past week of recovering, simply going into a trance-like state as herbs were pressed into his aching body. he wasn't sure why, but in some silent moments, he was thankful for the drifting of his mind. sometimes the present was simply too much.
a muffled voice in his ears, sweet but falling deaf upon him. he swayed slightly, vaguely aware of the way luca inched closer to him, until lips pressed to his in a moment that felt almost too short. he blinked out of his thoughts and focused his gaze upon the hellhound, watching as he unveiled the muffins, wondering briefly if he'd only imagined it. he must have, the way luca went, looking normal as ever. perhaps the dose of poppy seeds he'd been taking was becoming a bit much. junji blinked slowly, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at even imagining it. luca and him, kissing. he curled upon himself in embarrassment, staring at the sheets on his bed for a few moments until luca began to speak.
"oh, yes... i'd love some," he murmured with a nod. for a second junji paused, looking to his company, and silently wished for another kiss, hoped that it would happen for real. the tom slowly pushed his nose further into his fur, tail coming to wrap around him and rest at his cheek. though his body ached from his wounds he couldn't care for them then, instead blushing beneath his fur, mind filled with nothing but... luca. the angel glanced back to the one of his thoughts, lingering on his face, until he tore his eyes away to simply watch the muffins in his basket. they smelled delicious and looked even more so; he opted to instead focus on the muffins, ripping his thoughts away from the hellhound in his home. feelings did him no good. feelings weren't meant for angels. feelings aren't meant for you.
junji couldn't bring himself to live up to those expectations, not after the attack. just imagining what would happen if he ever did sprout wings, the possibility of that hound returning for his pretty feathers, it made him sick. the boy sat silently in his bed while luca made himself at home, watching with empty eyes as the other set his basket of treats down. he couldn't help spacing out, drifting away with his thoughts for moments at a time. something he'd developed during the past week of recovering, simply going into a trance-like state as herbs were pressed into his aching body. he wasn't sure why, but in some silent moments, he was thankful for the drifting of his mind. sometimes the present was simply too much.
a muffled voice in his ears, sweet but falling deaf upon him. he swayed slightly, vaguely aware of the way luca inched closer to him, until lips pressed to his in a moment that felt almost too short. he blinked out of his thoughts and focused his gaze upon the hellhound, watching as he unveiled the muffins, wondering briefly if he'd only imagined it. he must have, the way luca went, looking normal as ever. perhaps the dose of poppy seeds he'd been taking was becoming a bit much. junji blinked slowly, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at even imagining it. luca and him, kissing. he curled upon himself in embarrassment, staring at the sheets on his bed for a few moments until luca began to speak.
"oh, yes... i'd love some," he murmured with a nod. for a second junji paused, looking to his company, and silently wished for another kiss, hoped that it would happen for real. the tom slowly pushed his nose further into his fur, tail coming to wrap around him and rest at his cheek. though his body ached from his wounds he couldn't care for them then, instead blushing beneath his fur, mind filled with nothing but... luca. the angel glanced back to the one of his thoughts, lingering on his face, until he tore his eyes away to simply watch the muffins in his basket. they smelled delicious and looked even more so; he opted to instead focus on the muffins, ripping his thoughts away from the hellhound in his home. feelings did him no good. feelings weren't meant for angels. feelings aren't meant for you.
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