Moon Trace

「 東京喰種 」 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❞ Moon Trace ❞

Okay, I know, this is a very, very long Tokyo Ghoul post, but it is necessary to the whole idea. Sorry for causing any inconvenience; every time, I’m working on a “Touken”; it’s gonna be deep, haha. Finally I have my precious babies back on my blog. ♥

￭ Explanation

❶ The whole post is build around parallelism, same perspective and posing. ❷ In the middle of the post when Touka and Kaneki are looking at each other, you switch between the perspective and parallel representations of Kaneki or Touka. (It took me forever, lol.) ❸ I guess, I cleaned, edited and rearranged almost 100 images for the whole concept. This is so crazy. ❹ The song was my inspiration.

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A painful price

Summary: A angst fic. That’s all I’m saying. Requested by @bhion-chan

Notes: …o.o

Everything was hectic, everyone in a panicked frenzy as touka, the Queen and my loving wife, went into labour. It started two hours ago and yet it already felt like days have passed by. My heart wouldn’t stop racing ever since this started and a sickening fear ate away at my mind at the thought that anything horrible could happen at any moment.

The pregnancy hadn’t been easy on touka these past nine months and saying that would be an understatement. The child had drained all her energy, every meal she ate, whether that be human food or meat, would only be threw up moments later. She was weak and showed no improvement.

In a moment of sheer desperation, I had went as far as to suggest that perhaps…It would have been better if we didn’t have the baby at this moment of time. Touka, of course, refused such a proposal, despite my desperate pleads for her safety. This child meant everything to her, so how could I have refused her of this precious gift?

I don’t know what to think anymore.

We had urgently called for doctors from the Great Wheel act and hoped that they could help with delivering the baby. They came soon enough and took touka into the next room where they were already prepared for the delivery. I, on the other hand, stayed in the next room with the others and paced back and forth constantly, my lip sore from the amount of times I bit it out of nervousness. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking either, my whole body tensed with a persistent voice inside me that fed me words of fear and bitterness. She won’t make it, it told me, she won’t survive.

Forcibly, I pushed back this voice and decided to focus on what’s important. It was a miracle that the baby made it this far to begin with, everyone seemingly convinced that it would have been consumed by touka, considering the mixture of genes within the child. But touka, that wonderful woman, refused to lose hope. It amazed me, in a way, that she held so strong to her faith that it would live on, that we could finally have a family to call our own. With her persistent positivity, I also began to look forward to seeing the baby. Our baby.

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