open 🌙 july catchall

[nerine]

Who ⬤ Monts and Various
What ⬤ July Sub-stories and Catchall
When ⬤ Throughout July.
Where ⬤ Here and there in Jigokucho, mostly in Tamamo Territory.
Content Warnings ⬤ The Amazing Mr. Libido and perhaps some sauciness because of Stardust. Will be added as needed.

Notes ⬤ Prompts in the comments!



"Meet me like I'm midnight."

Comments

[pervy_kappa]

The saddest.

[Truthfully he was enjoying the sensation too much. Perhaps he was being greedy, keeping a girl he knew was far too good for him trapped in his arms like this. But, if even just for a second longer, he wanted to linger and enjoy it.

The way she nuzzled into him had felt surprisingly intimate. It left his pulse racing faster than he thought it would. Part of him inwardly panicked if Monts was able to pick up on that or not.

Well, it was too late now.

It was only after a prolonged moment that he finally pulled away, but not completely. Instead just enough so that he could look down at her, a soft smile adorning his expression as he reached up and lightly brushed a stray strand of curly brown hair from her face.]

Guess we do have some things in common after all, huh?

[nerine]

[It really was too intimate, but it was too comforting to pass up. She wanted so many intangibles that couldn't be put into words and even if she could, she knows she'd be a coward in vocalizing it, not until she allowed her heart to give in to the only kind of pain she's known.

Gojyo pulls away from her and there's no protest from her and certainly none when he brushes her hair away from her face.]

Yeah. You're not wrong.

[It's how they talked to each other so easily, laughed, and felt at ease in each other's presence. That's how Monts feels anyway.

But.

But.

(She doesn't want doubts, she doesn't want to think about consequences, she's always, always, always thinking about consequences, but, but...—)]

We're alike, right here.

[Her eyes are soft with affection for the half-youkai even as she takes a step back. Her hand reaches up to touch his chest where his heart should be located, feeling for the rhythm beneath.

Her next few words are a murmur, only to be shared between them.]

I think we're both scared of what would happen if we looked inside.