... rolls over to one side on his bed .

( when it gets all quiet at night like this , )

( it's hard not to think about the person he likes ... )

... rolls over to the other side of his bed .

--- LOUD CRASH AS A WING KNOCKS SOMETHING OFF HIS BEDSTAND .

@himedachi : killian: (prepares him some tea, maybe that'll drive away the tummyache)

' ah , killian-san , you don't have to ... ! ' if he ended up being poured tea hand-brewed by this kind of dazzling horse-person , he really would have no idea how to feel ... ! ' i didn't know you could brew tea , though ... um , is it okay if i ask what kind it is ? '

@starwonderz : tsukasa vc youre being so brave about it daisuke - san!! here is some aspirin and water to help you!! would you like somewhere more comfortable to lay down?!

woah . ' n-no , i'm --- it's fine ! it's pretty much nothing , sorry , it'll be okay soon enough ! but ... ' forgetting all of that about himself for a second --- ' t-tsukasa-san is ... really accommodating , huh ? '

@guhamun : neuvi vc: one should always know their limits

' ahaha , my mom always tells me that too ... like when i come home and --- ' err . wait a second . what was he just about to say ?! that his mom always told him to stay light and never over-burden himself so that he'd never get caught in any traps ?!

' ... hiking ! she tells me a lot when we go hiking not to over-do it ! but food is different sometimes , right ?! especially when fontaine's cooking is so good --- ! h-h-have you never overindulged in anything before , mister neuvillette ?! '

' i ate ... way too much . '

he's not about to be one-upped by somebody like zenigata!!! so he fishes for his own trinkets; clasps a keychain of, of course, none other than his own self into the palm of a cold hand, until he gently deposits it into rei's own, the cool, smooth, marble-esque press of his palms atop and below their now-combined clutch gingerly imploring.

' you'll take good care of it, won't you ... ? ' he sounds something between expectant and pleading, his smile and his gaze too --- rather fond. ' i'd give you something like a picture ... but this seems like a better stand-in for my company . '

what he means is, despite, or perhaps precisely in tandem-step with his arrogance, was every sincere wish to somehow stay by her side and be relied upon when needed. ' you can tell it all your secrets. let it lift every curse and steal away every sorrow. '

@dnangelic || cradled hearts

Every breath this vessel takes is borrowed, yet foolishly, it catches in her throat, captured in the chill of his hands embracing hers. She's always been cold ; to others and their lives, undeserving of their affections, cold in this body, as if lethargy congealed this blasphemous blood. And though she had resolved to yield to atrophy, to sink into the oblivion that would swallow her heart, he appears, this phantom, with hands colder than hers and a dark-winged embrace, flushing her warm once more.

❛❛ I . . .I will look after it. ❜❜ A promise murmured with gentle devotion, yet the weight of this feeling grounds her usually weightless tone, lodging snug in the snare of her tender heart. Gingerly, she raises her other hand and places it over his, over hers, cheeks blossoming in rosy hue. ❛❛ Thank you, Dark-kun. ❜❜

Pale lashes flutter as her gaze lifts, hues of crimson meeting in understanding in shared melancholia of the knowledge that their time together is temporary, shared love of the knowledge that it was all the more precious.

❛❛ I'll keep it with me and talk to it always. . .but, whilst you're here, may I stay with you ? ❜❜

@remunporium : awww but she wants to savor his panic just a widdle longer <3 ok here's a portal.

speeds in .

--- ah .

sudden realization and dread .

' --- W-WAIT , WHERE DOES IT GO , SIRIN ?! '

The Horrors has arrived. .+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ+ (◕ω◕ ^)))≫彡 .+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ+

@box-of-characters

you aren't even in the top three most annoying horrors i happen to know .

@remunporium asked : you're cute when you're worked up. - ALSO from Sirin // MEME.

' NOW'S REALLY NOT THE TIME !! ' not in public , not like this ! his whine punctuates the air while he scrambles to hide and peek out from behind the thick trunk of a tree --- what would he do if any of his classmates suddenly came over and spotted them ?! if the likes of saehara showed up , with his camera and a phone to call the police department in hand ?!

the niwa's heart pounds and does jumping jacks in his throat --- he hadn't thought that telling sirin he had a field trip meant she would suddenly show up to nonchalantly meander around with him . a surprise visit ( if not date ... ! ) might have been amazing any other time , but not when he was supposed to be part of a headcount that now , he had run away from the instant he felt himself beginning to transform !

' even if it's not important to you , i ... ! ' late marks , mysterious absences , his parents having to feign disappointment every meeting and conference when their only son's attendance was becoming erratic , inexplicable , and inexcusable ; he has no idea how to express any of this ! ' i'm not supposed to be ditching ! ' moreover , everyone , as soon as his disappearance was brought to light , would start to worry and panic . the last thing he needed was a search party trying to look for a missing boy who'd turn up rubbing the nape of his neck , red-faced with bashful laughter and an incredibly mundane excuse .

--- yet even with sirin right in front of him , all this worked-up anxiety was getting in the way ... !

' AHHH ! ' why , why --- ?! he startles and leaps at the slightest rustle . whether it was the wind or a passing wild animal , a pair of frigid hands frantically grip onto sirin's arms . ' you've gotta help me ! i've gotta hurry and turn back ... ! ' far from a roaring demand , his endless fret squeezes out the great phantom thief's voice in a pitiful whine . ' sirin , hurry ! before everyone realizes i'm gone ! do something ! '

@remunporium asked: that’s my daisuke ,  always finding that silver lining . - from Sirin // MEME.

' when you say it like that , i can't tell if you're making fun of me or not ... ' though , it didn't really matter , did it ? just being able to spend time with sirin made him immensely happy . they're standing together in an arcade : one that's dried up both their meager amounts of spare change already , but sirin hasn't had all her fun pushing one attempt after another for various prizes , nor did daisuke want their shared outing to end just yet .

the only solution ?

( --- to steal all their change back . )

a finger lifts to the niwa's lips as he awkwardly smiles , crouches , and tugs a hidden pin from his hair . he can't quite bring himself to feel any sort of pride as he unlocks and opens the machine's bank as easily as if he had the matching key , but he tries to excuse any hints of guilt panging about the inside of conscience with a little rational thinking : if they hadn't actually won anything , then it might not have been really considered stealing , right ?

no doubt all the money robbed right here would end up right back into the same machines .

this was his suggested silver lining --- gold would have been wiping the entirety of the arcade's interior one way or another all for sirin's sake , but not only was it overly suspicious to walk out with an entire shop's worth of merchandise right onto the street , but the arcade might go bankrupt ... ! then where would they hang out ?!

moreover , would it really have been any fun for sirin if there wasn't some sort of challenge --- ?

' this ... is okay , right ? ' when he turns , the small mountain of coins piled up into his palms chimes a little . the lack of greed accompanies his maintained reluctance to play for himself . ' someone has to hold all the money , so ... ' he'd continue to remain continue marveling at any of sirin's expressions , from the adorable intensity of her focus to the equally adorable hops and grins of her thrill .

' がんばろう , sirin ... ! '

at least , if she ever needed anything else , he'd still be right here .

Lili Brik, from a letter to Vladimir Mayakovsky featured in Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930

I start writing I get called to go shopping

biting and playing with a Dark plushie. A very marketable one.

@paraleech

' you're going to rip that thing to pieces when the real one is right in front of you ? ' with that single dry remark , dark crouches downwards . enough to take ahold of one of the plushie's small legs , opposite the head of cloth and stuffing-cotton that fyuga gnaws and chews on . he gives the toy a light tug --- one with enough strength to make any other animal growl and skid on the floor ...

there was no harm in playing with her like this , and he thinks it better than inadvertently training her to be rough with wiz , whose small body matched the few other plush the family owned --- and who was far too lazy to ever enjoy a little rough-housing .

' ... good to see that fyuga's still a big fan of my incredible self . ' miniaturized and losing an eyebrow from how vigorously fyuga was shaking the doll between her teeth , too , but negligible details ! what fyuga truly hated she would surely never touch , a sentiment more or less shared by the great phantom thief himself . instead of shying away , it isn't long before dark's cold , truer palm too rubs itself a little on the top of fyuga's head , comfortable and gentle in its pet .

' don't wear yourself out too much , now . otherwise , you'll be asleep by the time i show up on TV . '

you're cute when you're worked up.

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rlly love weirdgirl christinephantomopera posts because that's also daisuke but his reality is exceptionally unreal. with christine her father told her all sorts of fanciful supernatural fairy-tale stories leading her to believe erik was a legitimate supernatural force, (rather than a plain old ordinary human, aka the opposite parallel of dark’s growth and dilemma,) but with daisuke his grip on what's fictional and not is tenuous because of dark and his overall duty as a tamer. magic for daisuke is undeniably real, dreams and what should be nonexistent illusions are an enormous part of his reality, (as real as the emotions that end up imbued and realized by the live arts!) to go hand in hand with his 'overcoming the impossible' as a phantom thief and the central protagonist who invites change. anyways the point is all of this makes daisuke easier to trick or lie to whether out of kindness or malicious intent. there's a point where if he doesn't eject himself from a scenario then he's going to become extremely confused, as someone who tries to keep his idea of normalcy and sense straight, unlike dark who (even though he maintains plenty of hidden skepticism and cynicism in regards to motives,) finds entertainment in spontaneity and accepts a lot at face value. daisuke is a nice boy, you'd like him if you met him. but he's weird

i am a loser in ways you can’t even wrap your head around

Taboo.