eijisjade (hazyamethyst)
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Sometimes, after a positive reaction from Ash or when a song he actually knows comes up, Eiji starts singing. Sometimes he mutters the melody with his lips closed, sometimes he goes into full singing mode with his choppy english. - You like this song? -, Ash asks, once again distracted from his task; Eiji always nods vigorously. He loves every song he knows, because each one reminds him of Ash.
Ash smiles, then; he stretches and says: - I'll buy you the CD, then. -, and it doesn't even matter that they don't have a CD player. But if he's in a good mood, if he likes the song too and he wants to see Eiji's smile widen, then he goins him by singing the parts of the song he knows best.
Eiji thinks Ash's voice is beautiful. He thinks everything about him is beautiful. -
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And maybe it’s because he’s tired. Maybe it’s because his nightmares are full of unwanted touches that turn to groping and pawing and pain. But on this night, Ash turns and kisses Eiji.
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21 Feb 2019
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until you're everything, i have nothing by risquetendencies
Fandoms: Banana Fish (Anime & Manga)
12 Sep 2018
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“I always overthink,” he says, tone gravelly, “Just let me do something thoughtless for once in my life.”
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“It’s just dancing,” Ash whispers, knowing that nothing he does with Eiji could ever be ‘just’ anything. “You’ll be a pro in no time.”
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Ash teaches Eiji how to dance. Eiji teaches Ash how to hope.
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to have both world enough and time by luftballons99
Fandoms: Banana Fish (Anime & Manga)
28 Feb 2019
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“The whole cabin shakes as the plane lifts off, and Ash feels fluttery and buoyant like the kites he and Griff used to fly in Cape Cod. He presses his forehead against the glass of his small oval window, watching New York shrink until Ash could cup Central Park in his palm and let the Hudson cascade between his fingers, Lady Liberty sitting on his thumb.
He cranes his neck to keep looking even as the plane pulls him further and further away from his city. He lets it go, places a hand over his chest pocket, over Eiji's letter, over his heart.
It's lonely leaving home, but staying without Eiji would be even lonelier.
Ash can't wait to see him again.”
Hemingway's leopard finally comes back down.