SWEET TANGERINE [open + messy boy]

[Luca]

He didn't understand, he just didn't understand how Shininglight had the audacity to follow him to the Typhoon right when he was starting to get over him. Was it some sort of a cruel joke, was Shine mocking him for lusting after him for so many months? Luca chewed on his bottom lip as he paced the shoreline, angry embers on the bottom of his paws hissing with every step. He was chasing Junji's tail now, he didn't even need Shine's attention, but the image of the feline just wouldn't leave his mind. He could hear those words of rejection echoing over and over again in his mind, could see the unfamiliarity in those mismatched eyes of his. How dare Shine not remember him, especially after all that time he had spend together. Was he really that forgettable? His legs shook and he lowered himself to the ground before he could fall, bringing pink, manicured claws up to dig harshly into his own muzzle. He could feel his wings melting around him as he lost the last remaining traces of his composure, pooling around him in a black puddle and seeping into his fur and the sand. He hated being forgotten almost as much as he hated being rejected, and having both happen in the same conversation... it was a wonder that he'd been able to bottle up his anger for this long.

His breath hissed through clenched teeth, clouds of black smoke pulling themselves from lungs coated black. He could taste the same dark liquid on his tongue, the taste of rot and ash bubbling up from his throat. It was embarrassing turning into such a slimy disaster in plain sight, but he knew it was better than getting that thick black goop all over his house. "Fuck," he whispered, voice soft and fragile, the subtle parting of his teeth allowing some of the tar to spill out and over his lips. Tears pooled along his lower lashes, and he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the wave of emotion to pass. It was too much, just too much. He would rather feeling nothing at all than all this emotion at once.