Ship: Sanae Sawamura/Natsuo Ishido Fandom: Teppuu Major tags: None Other tags: Violent imagery? Word count: 556
A NERUDA PROMPT!!! i love neruda!!! i love him so much i actually wrote this in spanish first, then adapted it to english because i wanted to play around with spanish a little! as you'll be able to tell by the time of posting, i had to rush a little to get it done in time so maybe that wasnt such a great idea (lol) but! i hope you still find it interesting o)-<
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On the day of their fall off, Sanae can’t find the right words. She gets in some words, sure, but not any that can earn her an explanation, and certainly not any that can get Natsuo to stop. On the day of their fall off, Sanae couldn’t have found the right words. Sanae couldn’t have done anything because her moment to act had already passed, this was over something she had already done. Natsuo knew that then as well as she knew that getting her back for it when she wasn’t even aware, no warnings nor heads-up, was low and unfair. It was knowledge that nested in the back of her head, a secondary concern, a casualty. Someone else’s words took up way more space. (On the day of their fall off, someone else’s words took up way more space, again. Too much space to allow for a ‘maybe I shouldn’t have done that’, maybe I should talk to— She doesn’t notice there’s a castle of cards on the verge of losing balance until the noise it makes as it falls down is all she can hear. You hear the explosion first, you are crushed under its weight next. Silence sounds charged with noise for a good while afterwards. She is forced to take a moment for the static to pass, but it never quite does and by the time she notices the wait has already sent a message.)
And now when they kiss, Sanae can taste it — There's still noise somewhere in Natsuo's brain, and now her thoughts have learned to follow the quickstep of the buzzing. It’s never calming down, is it? She thinks, and she kisses her again. If a kiss could be all bite they’d both pull away with their mouths dripping warmth each time, not red, bad blood. Back when they saw each other again, the first time after a while, they didn’t say anything, didn’t don't open their mouths but in they way they adjusted their postures they still showed each other their teeth. Defensive first, so mocking followed. It’s a lot of the same thing, diving in for a kiss or to avoid a fist, or throwing words at the other like bullets. If this were a Russian roulette it only had enough powder to fire once though. They weren’t holding the gun, but they’re still coursing through the fire.
It’s just for show. Or it’s a darting board, someone always standing against it like it’s a wall, accusations and taunts often knifes often darts. If it lands is it victory or foul play? It doesn’t matter when they keep throwing at the rhythm of the rumble, the vibrato that’s dig itself too into this thing —whatever they have— to be anyone else’s. It’s maddening, how it keeps them quiet, how it draws blood (by hand and by word), how they move to its pace despite themselves, how when Sanae tries to bleed some stillness into Natsuo it’s her who feels infected. It’s been years, she fills herself brush the whole picture with the tip of her lips, but there’s still something Natsuo’s not letting her see and so the right words scape her once again.
It’s maddening, how every interaction digs into flesh like a bite mark, yet the real wounds are all the things left unsaid.
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING T
Fandom: Teppuu
Major tags: None
Other tags: Violent imagery?
Word count: 556
A NERUDA PROMPT!!! i love neruda!!! i love him so much i actually wrote this in spanish first, then adapted it to english because i wanted to play around with spanish a little! as you'll be able to tell by the time of posting, i had to rush a little to get it done in time so maybe that wasnt such a great idea (lol) but! i hope you still find it interesting o)-<
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On the day of their fall off, Sanae can’t find the right words. She gets in some words, sure, but not any that can earn her an explanation, and certainly not any that can get Natsuo to stop.
On the day of their fall off, Sanae couldn’t have found the right words. Sanae couldn’t have done anything because her moment to act had already passed, this was over something she had already done. Natsuo knew that then as well as she knew that getting her back for it when she wasn’t even aware, no warnings nor heads-up, was low and unfair. It was knowledge that nested in the back of her head, a secondary concern, a casualty. Someone else’s words took up way more space.
(On the day of their fall off, someone else’s words took up way more space, again. Too much space to allow for a ‘maybe I shouldn’t have done that’, maybe I should talk to—
She doesn’t notice there’s a castle of cards on the verge of losing balance until the noise it makes as it falls down is all she can hear. You hear the explosion first, you are crushed under its weight next. Silence sounds charged with noise for a good while afterwards. She is forced to take a moment for the static to pass, but it never quite does and by the time she notices the wait has already sent a message.)
And now when they kiss, Sanae can taste it — There's still noise somewhere in Natsuo's brain, and now her thoughts have learned to follow the quickstep of the buzzing. It’s never calming down, is it? She thinks, and she kisses her again. If a kiss could be all bite they’d both pull away with their mouths dripping warmth each time, not red, bad blood. Back when they saw each other again, the first time after a while, they didn’t say anything, didn’t don't open their mouths but in they way they adjusted their postures they still showed each other their teeth. Defensive first, so mocking followed. It’s a lot of the same thing, diving in for a kiss or to avoid a fist, or throwing words at the other like bullets. If this were a Russian roulette it only had enough powder to fire once though. They weren’t holding the gun, but they’re still coursing through the fire.
It’s just for show. Or it’s a darting board, someone always standing against it like it’s a wall, accusations and taunts often knifes often darts. If it lands is it victory or foul play? It doesn’t matter when they keep throwing at the rhythm of the rumble, the vibrato that’s dig itself too into this thing —whatever they have— to be anyone else’s. It’s maddening, how it keeps them quiet, how it draws blood (by hand and by word), how they move to its pace despite themselves, how when Sanae tries to bleed some stillness into Natsuo it’s her who feels infected. It’s been years, she fills herself brush the whole picture with the tip of her lips, but there’s still something Natsuo’s not letting her see and so the right words scape her once again.
It’s maddening, how every interaction digs into flesh like a bite mark, yet the real wounds are all the things left unsaid.