Dibs

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“ why are you so afraid of trusting this— trusting us. what’s making you hold back? ”

Takashi's eyes averted from Mark, downcast and sorrowful the grey blue hues shone in the dim light like dying stars. The wind whipped around them, causing a chill to run down his spine. The leaves were just starting to change, that familiar fall chill creeping into the air. They'd been walking home from school when Mark asked that pointed question.

"I'm graduating soon," he explained, frown only deepening, "and going off to college...I won't be able to see you as often." He tried to explain the whirlwind of thoughts running around in his head. He'd been accepted to a college just out of town, still in state, but out of the way of an every day visit.

"I don't want to ruin your chances at something great, I don't want to hold you back, Mark..." Takashi took Mark's hands in his own, trying his damnedest to smile at him. "I don't want to be the reason you lose an opportunity." He loved Mark, truly he did, but with the distance and the strain of college, would they be able to keep this up?

"We can keep trying, if that's what you want, but I'm leaving the ball in your court, Mark."

;; going to be throwing everything in drafts and stuff to reply when I'm able.

Nibbles the shell of Keith's ear.

Keith purred, leaning into the contact, a low whine leaving him. "Takashiii~" His body reacted on instinct, arching against Shiro in desperate need for more contact. "Please, you always know just how to drive me wild~"

Shiro nodded, taking in what Keith was saying and weighing it with his own feelings. That little internal war that had never really stopped. He chewed the inside of his cheek, frowning. He adored Keith, and wanted nothing more than to make him happy and to be happy with him. If he married someone else, that meant something went wrong with what they have now.

"I don't want to waste your time," he started, tears stinging in the corners of his eyes, "but the future can change, Keith. Nothing is set in stone..." Shiro was hopeful, cautiously optimistic, and it shone in his eyes more than on the rest of his face. That little glimmer of hope.

"Do you want to see where this goes?"

[ NURSE ] for one muse to tend to the other while they’re recovering from injuries.

Keith groaned, trying to sit up. He felt as if he'd been hit by a truck. His body ached - no, hurt - and his head was spinning. Looking around the room, he tried to gather his surroundings. It didn't look like any hospital he'd seen before, so he considered that a plus. He was in someone's bedroom - a simple room with dark green walls and posters everywhere. Mark's bedroom?

He tried again to sit up, forcing himself up on the plush bed. "Mark?" Keith called out, voice rasping. They cringed at the sound of it, frowning. Had he been screaming? "Mark...?" He tried again, finally a bit louder.