[042 song] Start from Zero - kyo/mao
Click to viewbackground:white">“you’ve got a fast car, but is it fast enough so we can fly away?”
background:white">again with the exchange of nicotine and far-too-similar weather to not be a mock. difference was there was distance between them now. comfortable; required, distance. made so only by years executing empty promises; meaningless to shallow come-what-may-revolutionists. not them. never them.
background:white">“i’m a realist, kyo. you know that.”
background:white">a nod and disappointed-cast-gazes obscured well behind a casual shrug - faltering expectations - that warmth enveloping bare skin left-to-rot to the elements. not that kyo would accept the sudden affection; starved-for-comfort - death before admittance - so mao tightens his hold and makes sure the wolf knows he’s there and his and by the time the trail of provoking kisses reach a previously stubborn-locked-jaw-now-lax; kyo’s facing him and his own lips are apologetic.
background:white">rebellious.
background:white">“we’ve already made it this far, waru.”
background:white">“only because we’re careful. only because we’re always so background:white">fucking careful.”
background:white">discouragement painfully clear now. the bitter pill of truth. it would be the death of them if they thought on it too long; eyes blind-shut - too much, too hard. mao closes his mouth only because he knows he’s breaking down impossible-reassurance-made-belief and leaving behind more empty space requiring sustenance.
background:white">as if on queue, kyo’s tangling fingers through brunette strands anxiety-driven-contact and mao can’t help his guilt at the loss/confusion replacing previously well-constructed-walls, so when the raven haired is brushing lips against his mao responds in kind.
background:white">desperate assurance.
background:white">because his words are harsh and backstabbing-honest and yet mao needs that contact too. right here and now he was the wolf’s protection. his support and his Master - sadistically-loving. everything he’d ever need; the brunette would provide if the man hit his knees only for him.
background:white">-we’re fucking immortal. don’t deny it.
background:white">and he would.
background:white">-you maybe. i have to depend on your ass to patch me up.
background:white">because mao would too.
background:white">“we won’t live and die this way, kyo. i can promise you that…"color:#222222;background:white">