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title: two less of something & nothing more
pairing: reita/ruki
rating: PG
summary: love will tear us apart
We’re a two for one special, yet it feels as if either one of us could be nothing more than a complimentary byproduct stuffed ornately within a cozy plastic wrapped seal. There are moments where I feel as if that smile could bypass torrents of waves and rain while also serving as a punctuated after thought to those unnecessary quirks of lip you show in emphasis of your point. You can be absolutely annoying when needed be or undeniably irresistible but it just so happened to be the latter when the heavy hand of our kitchen clock hit directly on the hour. Signaling a nearly inevitable downfall. One minute and tens seconds for our ever proud bassist to have been reduced to nothing more than a snide gentleman who just so happened to grate vicariously on one rather livid vocalist‘s nerves.
Had I the chance I would have succumbed to the act of spousal abuse by planting one fine R on the bridge of his nose but our routine has left that thought nearly void considering we’re much more comfortable yelling like children until one of us finds it easier to simply walk out.
“I can‘t believe you forgot! I would have expected this from Kai considering he‘d lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his own damn shoulders but not from you, you should have remembered!”
“How did you expect me to remember it‘s juvenile?” Jaw levelly set while the fingers came to plant themselves sternly against frayed key holes within the denim of his jeans, as if to keep himself grounded while the first few licks of the violent storm swayed his body. He’d known better and kept himself stationary while Ruki had nearly ran a continuous line down the center of the living room from his pacing. Steps nearly halting to a stand still once the last syllable left his mouth and stuck in the air; the ground nearly quaking within fear.
“I‘ve been fucking dropping hints all week long! The date that we officially began dating isn‘t exactly juvenile and is rather important because it‘s the equivalent of our anniversary, which you just so happened to forget last year!”
“Well excuse me if I hadn‘t been picking up on your subtleties oh great lyricist and I hadn‘t forgotten last year because I gave you a card.”
“It was a fucking card from a gas station you idiot which you just so happened to forget was stuck in-between the folds of the paper! I dropped hints all week long and even said a few words when Aoi and Uruha were discussing their plans for their first year together. If you can‘t get the hint after that then I don‘t know what I could do other than fucking putting the date on my back or stomach for you to see while you‘re fucking me!”
If the unraveling of the card hadn’t gotten him angry then it most certainly happened to be the entire suggestion to the cynical sticky note Ruki was insinuating because he wouldn’t have listened otherwise unless engaged in sex. We know exactly how to push one another’s buttons and they serve their purpose within the worst of times despite our greater need to argue otherwise.
“It‘s just like you, like a man to forget.”
“I could say the same for you if it weren‘t for your insistent nagging like a woman.” Eyes locking instantly with deluded whiskey while the permeating nausea rose to such dangerous levels that it felt as if your lungs were to collapse under the distinct pressure. Hands twitching as if you reach for the literal pistol to leave the barrel in a timed life stream of vengeful words before leaping the open air in that of interpretation or a fatal cluster of bleeding condolences.
“If I had been then maybe you wouldn‘t feel the need to lock me away because of your damn pride and shame. Get the fuck out.”
The words nearly shaking him to the core and tearing apart the brittle foundation in which they kept themselves grounded; we’re fighting a losing battle and yet we’re much too stubborn to realize the faults of our decisions. This has gone much deeper than either of us has fully intended and yet I can’t keep myself from letting you take the blame for what you damn well know is your own fault.
Heavy foot fall accentuated by the rustling of fabric before the near trudge of metal grating against wood signals the oncoming attraction of the prisoner’s last plight before his entrance into hell.
pairing: reita/ruki
rating: PG
summary: love will tear us apart
We’re a two for one special, yet it feels as if either one of us could be nothing more than a complimentary byproduct stuffed ornately within a cozy plastic wrapped seal. There are moments where I feel as if that smile could bypass torrents of waves and rain while also serving as a punctuated after thought to those unnecessary quirks of lip you show in emphasis of your point. You can be absolutely annoying when needed be or undeniably irresistible but it just so happened to be the latter when the heavy hand of our kitchen clock hit directly on the hour. Signaling a nearly inevitable downfall. One minute and tens seconds for our ever proud bassist to have been reduced to nothing more than a snide gentleman who just so happened to grate vicariously on one rather livid vocalist‘s nerves.
Had I the chance I would have succumbed to the act of spousal abuse by planting one fine R on the bridge of his nose but our routine has left that thought nearly void considering we’re much more comfortable yelling like children until one of us finds it easier to simply walk out.
“I can‘t believe you forgot! I would have expected this from Kai considering he‘d lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his own damn shoulders but not from you, you should have remembered!”
“How did you expect me to remember it‘s juvenile?” Jaw levelly set while the fingers came to plant themselves sternly against frayed key holes within the denim of his jeans, as if to keep himself grounded while the first few licks of the violent storm swayed his body. He’d known better and kept himself stationary while Ruki had nearly ran a continuous line down the center of the living room from his pacing. Steps nearly halting to a stand still once the last syllable left his mouth and stuck in the air; the ground nearly quaking within fear.
“I‘ve been fucking dropping hints all week long! The date that we officially began dating isn‘t exactly juvenile and is rather important because it‘s the equivalent of our anniversary, which you just so happened to forget last year!”
“Well excuse me if I hadn‘t been picking up on your subtleties oh great lyricist and I hadn‘t forgotten last year because I gave you a card.”
“It was a fucking card from a gas station you idiot which you just so happened to forget was stuck in-between the folds of the paper! I dropped hints all week long and even said a few words when Aoi and Uruha were discussing their plans for their first year together. If you can‘t get the hint after that then I don‘t know what I could do other than fucking putting the date on my back or stomach for you to see while you‘re fucking me!”
If the unraveling of the card hadn’t gotten him angry then it most certainly happened to be the entire suggestion to the cynical sticky note Ruki was insinuating because he wouldn’t have listened otherwise unless engaged in sex. We know exactly how to push one another’s buttons and they serve their purpose within the worst of times despite our greater need to argue otherwise.
“It‘s just like you, like a man to forget.”
“I could say the same for you if it weren‘t for your insistent nagging like a woman.” Eyes locking instantly with deluded whiskey while the permeating nausea rose to such dangerous levels that it felt as if your lungs were to collapse under the distinct pressure. Hands twitching as if you reach for the literal pistol to leave the barrel in a timed life stream of vengeful words before leaping the open air in that of interpretation or a fatal cluster of bleeding condolences.
“If I had been then maybe you wouldn‘t feel the need to lock me away because of your damn pride and shame. Get the fuck out.”
The words nearly shaking him to the core and tearing apart the brittle foundation in which they kept themselves grounded; we’re fighting a losing battle and yet we’re much too stubborn to realize the faults of our decisions. This has gone much deeper than either of us has fully intended and yet I can’t keep myself from letting you take the blame for what you damn well know is your own fault.
Heavy foot fall accentuated by the rustling of fabric before the near trudge of metal grating against wood signals the oncoming attraction of the prisoner’s last plight before his entrance into hell.