Ship: Imayoshi Shouichi/Hanamiya Makoto Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: emotional manipulation, bodily fluids (blood, implied), graphic depictions of violence/gore (puncturing the skin), sexual content (implied, minor) Other Tags: supernatural elements (vampires), religion (mention of the devil), poetry fill Word Count: 288 words, 34 lines
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you know, there used to be more of us long ago: an old story, surely one you’ve been told.
“they come on winter nights and windy skies asking for warmth and reprieve from the chill; don’t let them in, the old tale goes— or to the devil you’ll be sold.”
“surely people are foolish enough to believe that,” you say, a wicked sparkle in your eye. “a lie to weed out the weak.” there are other ways to reach the heart; oh yes, there are other ways to reach in deep.
you would kiss him at twilight, the burn of sunset leaving your skin. you would kiss him at dawn-break, your hand slipping away, leave him wanting for more; and he will follow. with knife and smile he will follow, in the cold.
there is no need to bite for long, when in fact a simple solution would suffice: you enter through an open window, veins breathing ice, take a look at his face and announce:
“i’ve arrived,” you say, a lie between your teeth. “flesh and bone, whatever sins i’ve committed i’m here to atone.” (you remember the night from long ago when this too happened to you, a memory forever you would keep.)
you knock away his knife and press his smile to yours, a storm brewing between your lips. move a hand towards his neck, pale in the moonlight and midnight breeze, lulling him to sleep.
and then he bites, deep. “surely one should know by now,” he says with sharp white teeth, “never to kiss what you cannot see.”
(he knows you used to be someone else, long ago: your story he penned in charcoal ink, waiting to be told.)
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: emotional manipulation, bodily fluids (blood, implied), graphic depictions of violence/gore (puncturing the skin), sexual content (implied, minor)
Other Tags: supernatural elements (vampires), religion (mention of the devil), poetry fill
Word Count: 288 words, 34 lines
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you know,
there used to be more of us long ago: an old story,
surely one you’ve been told.
“they come on winter nights and windy skies
asking for warmth and reprieve from the chill;
don’t let them in, the old tale goes—
or to the devil you’ll be sold.”
“surely people are foolish enough to believe that,” you say,
a wicked sparkle in your eye. “a lie to weed out the weak.”
there are other ways to reach the heart;
oh yes, there are other ways to reach in deep.
you would kiss him at twilight, the burn of sunset leaving your skin.
you would kiss him at dawn-break, your hand slipping away,
leave him wanting for more; and he will follow.
with knife and smile he will follow, in the cold.
there is no need to bite for long, when in fact
a simple solution would suffice:
you enter through an open window, veins breathing ice,
take a look at his face and announce:
“i’ve arrived,” you say, a lie between your teeth. “flesh and bone,
whatever sins i’ve committed i’m here to atone.”
(you remember the night from long ago when this too happened to you,
a memory forever you would keep.)
you knock away his knife and press his smile to yours,
a storm brewing between your lips. move a hand towards his neck,
pale in the moonlight and midnight breeze,
lulling him to sleep.
and then
he bites, deep.
“surely one should know by now,” he says with sharp white teeth,
“never to kiss what you cannot see.”
(he knows
you used to be someone else, long ago: your story
he penned in charcoal ink, waiting to be told.)