"He hasn't got the habit of covering his words with euphemisms.  Those are for the shy and the averse; Izaya is anything but.  He looks at things straight on for what they really are.  Whether he's born for it or just very practiced, it is what he has spent his life thus far doing, with much amusement.  (Watching people.)  No mincing of words.  ( ( Read more... )

"You two are all that's keeping me tethered to my humanity."

It takes the boys a moment to realize that she'd said it for all of them.

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A Mikado/Anri/Masaomi prompt I came up with that's not leaving me alone, at the moment.  Troublesome.

TOO MANY IDEAS and too little capability to properly carry them out. Gah.

Exhale.  Plumes of nicotine ebb from barely-parted lips.  "Yeah.  Yeah, I'm done."  And in that moment the reality of what has come to pass hits him like a blow to the face. The remainder of his cigarette is there in the ashtray, a lone shape bent and smeared into the center of barren plexiglass.  He moves as if to say something.  Muscles tense.   ( Read more... )

 So I wanted this to be written somehow, but...nah. Fat chance. The idea still won't leave my mind, though ( Read more... )

 (Aka requests that I posted in the kinkmeme) (Yeah, I know some most of them are practically the same):

Also, this post is continually updated.

( (lol there's lots) )

 Sometimes I get writerly urges. But I'm not a writer! So they never finish themselves. It's just a snippet or two of something that sounds nice in my head.

"The first time it happens he's cupping water to his face over the sink. Eyes shut, mouth expelling uneven breaths. But even then Kida hears from the mirror something abruptly reminiscent of ( Read more... )