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Taken in under Fukuzawa's, the god of the harvest, wing in his youth, Atsushi, god of flowers and tigers, was a sheltered god. Though he made the fields his foster father grew ever more beautiful with his flowers, the air always warm, Atsushi still felt confined, frustrated, and lonely.
Loneliness brings those of a similar flock together.
Even those that live and rule amongst the dead.
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Doyoung presses the gun to Jaehyun’s head. “Any last words?”
“Yeah, actually. The paint color you picked out for the bedroom walls was hideous. And I hate the new rug.”
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15 Sep 2019
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“Kaveh,” he managed to choke out, voice wrecked, and Kaveh looked back up at his face, red eyes wild with fright. “’m sorry,” he murmured, weak, and Kaveh inhaled, reaching up to steady Alhaitham’s left shoulder.
Oh, Alhaitham was pitching sideways. His head felt like it was too heavy, lolling to the side, and Kaveh was speaking louder then, faster, but colours were dancing nauseatingly in Alhaitham’s vision, and his extremities were beginning to tingle and go numb. He shivered, involuntarily, coming to the realisation that he was freezing cold, and Kaveh’s hand cupped his cheek, words slurring together in a loud and frantic mess.Alhaitham comes home in the early hours of the morning, bleeding in his desire for Kaveh.
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25 Feb 2024
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'He thought I didn't love him anymore, so he left.' Was all Akutagawa said in reply.
'Well? Do you not then?' At this he balled his fists in his lap, barely able to keep his anger in check. Of course he loved Atsushi, how could he not? Atsushi meant everything to him, which is exactly why he had to let him go.
'It doesn't matter. If he felt unloved then it doesn't matter.' He spat out, looking at Chuuya in the eye for the first time since he sat down. Now though, instead of pity he looked pissed.
'What the hell do you mean it doesn't matter? If you love him then tell him that.' Akutagawa sighed, all the anger evaporating from his body, leaving him with nothing but the melancholy he had been growing accustomed to for the past few days
'I can't. He deserves better than me, all I do is hurt him, Chuuya.'
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or the poet akutagawa x artist atsushi breaukup fic no one asked for
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26 Mar 2021