❝show me your teeth❞
smirk | durarara!! | 350 words | izaya orihara ; shizuo heiwajima | pg-13 |
in which backs are pushed against walls, and lips are bared in grins.
Smirk
He would be so much easier to tolerate, Shizuo reflects, if he wasn’t smirking all of the god damn time. Even now, pushed up against a wall in the darkening alley, he looks utterly at ease: his dark eyes casually half-lidded, his mouth pulled up at the corners. Shizuo doubts that he’s ever had a regret about anything in his life, that he’s ever thought about anything for more than a fleeting instant. And that, for some reason, infuriates Shizuo, setting his blood boiling and pulling his stomach into ropes.
“Come on, Shizu-chan, smile,” Izaya comments gleefully, ruefully, baring perfectly white teeth that might as well be fangs, for all the impish expression they give him. Though Shizuo’s hands are braced against his shoulders, keeping him against the wall, he doesn’t seem uncomfortable in the slightest. He reaches up and pats Shizuo lightly on the cheek. “S-m-i-l-e-smile.”
Shizuo’s lips pull back from his gums in his accustomed manic grin. Izaya’s smile is one of utter confidence; Shizuo’s is one of utter uncaring. As though, at that moment, anything might happen, and whatever the outcome, he wouldn’t be affected. He probably wouldn’t be, Izaya thinks dryly. It would take more than the apocalypse to bring Shizuo Heiwajima to his knees.
“You,” Shizuo says at length, “need to learn how to keep your fucking mouth shut.”
“Oh?” Izaya says, and the throws back his head in a laugh. “And why’s that?”
There’s that smirk again, and one of his eyebrows rising ever so slightly-half question, half challenge. It would give Shizuo a great deal of pleasure to crush Izaya’s skull between his hands.
“Because everything that comes out of that mouth is utter bullshit,” Shizuo responds, trying and failing to achieve the manic calm that Izaya has so clearly mastered.
“I prefer to think of it as pearls before swine,” Izaya says, still laughing.
“I could find a way to shut you up,” Shizuo declares.
And Izaya’s only response is a smirk.
/derp
in which backs are pushed against walls, and lips are bared in grins.
Smirk
He would be so much easier to tolerate, Shizuo reflects, if he wasn’t smirking all of the god damn time. Even now, pushed up against a wall in the darkening alley, he looks utterly at ease: his dark eyes casually half-lidded, his mouth pulled up at the corners. Shizuo doubts that he’s ever had a regret about anything in his life, that he’s ever thought about anything for more than a fleeting instant. And that, for some reason, infuriates Shizuo, setting his blood boiling and pulling his stomach into ropes.
“Come on, Shizu-chan, smile,” Izaya comments gleefully, ruefully, baring perfectly white teeth that might as well be fangs, for all the impish expression they give him. Though Shizuo’s hands are braced against his shoulders, keeping him against the wall, he doesn’t seem uncomfortable in the slightest. He reaches up and pats Shizuo lightly on the cheek. “S-m-i-l-e-smile.”
Shizuo’s lips pull back from his gums in his accustomed manic grin. Izaya’s smile is one of utter confidence; Shizuo’s is one of utter uncaring. As though, at that moment, anything might happen, and whatever the outcome, he wouldn’t be affected. He probably wouldn’t be, Izaya thinks dryly. It would take more than the apocalypse to bring Shizuo Heiwajima to his knees.
“You,” Shizuo says at length, “need to learn how to keep your fucking mouth shut.”
“Oh?” Izaya says, and the throws back his head in a laugh. “And why’s that?”
There’s that smirk again, and one of his eyebrows rising ever so slightly-half question, half challenge. It would give Shizuo a great deal of pleasure to crush Izaya’s skull between his hands.
“Because everything that comes out of that mouth is utter bullshit,” Shizuo responds, trying and failing to achieve the manic calm that Izaya has so clearly mastered.
“I prefer to think of it as pearls before swine,” Izaya says, still laughing.
“I could find a way to shut you up,” Shizuo declares.
And Izaya’s only response is a smirk.
/derp