can't keep my eyes shut [o]

[TAKEMURA JEROLIN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px -moz-border-radius-topleft: 2em; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; ;] Electric lights can't shine through - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TOO MANY HOURS 'TIL THE DAYTIME COMES. It really wasn't like him at all.Being out so late like this, it was something more suited to his brother. And as much as he would say he hated to do anything that would remind him of his older sibling, he was restless. Couldn't sit still. Couldn't focus. Couldn't even keep his mind on a straight track for more than five minutes without getting irritated at something trivial. How stupid. Flecks of light on a backdrop of ink were just barely visible whenever his eyes would chance a brief glance skyward. The city lights were blocking out everything. The pinpricks of starlight, and even the buzz he'd been listening to in the back of his head. Maybe in some past life, what was now a blueberry tinted youth was once a moth. Retaining the instinctive fascination with bright things that made lights seem to have a gravitational pull all of their own. Bright lights had led him this far, after all. To the busy district with all of its people engaged in a dizzying waltz at all hours of the day. There were more unfamiliar faces than he could count, and if he had been paying attention to any of them, perhaps he would have been unnerved by the overwhelming numbers. In fact, he usually was. But tonight, he'd snatched up his older brothers jacket before he left. The faux fur that lined the hood and sleeves had been subjected to the ceaseless fidgeting of his nervous fingers, twisting and tugging and petting as he walked. It didn't look like it, but it really did help keep him calm. The feel of it was comfortingly familiar. As was the scent that still lingered in the fabric... Lips twitched and pulled tight into a thin line while heavily lidded eyes fell to keep track of the steps he took. Maybe he should have gone with someone else? But he didn't really know all that many people. He could call someone, perhaps? That would have helped, if only a little. Too bad he didn't have his phone on him. It was like being cut off on some minute level that didn't really mean all that much to begin with. Looking very much like a child who'd wandered away from their parents, with his slow, measured steps, Jerolin looked undeniably lost. He knew exactly where he was, mind you, but that didn't mean that everyone else would think so just by looking at him. Hands shoved in his pockets, bright blue orbs eyed the pavement almost curiously. It was old, yes. But how old? And just how many thousands of people had walked over it before? Where had they been going? Who were they going back to? Trivial things that had nothing to do with him. He was just curious, was all. Pointless thoughts or not, he would have been fine with simply wobbling along that mental track until he ended up back home. Whenever that would be. But a sudden jolt to his person told him he'd run into someone. Glancing up with a small shake of his head, flicking the artificial blue of his bangs out of his eyes, there was a mumbled apology, and both parties simply scurried along their merry way. It wasn't exactly something worth getting all flustered over. But then again, it wasn't like him to not get frustrated over something silly. Anyone who knew him was already well aware of that. Having been knocked so suddenly out of the silent little bubble that was his comfort zone, the ruffled bluenette took to fidgeting with the fur trim of the jacket again. But it didn't help. It was a difficult thing to come back to earth, when his mind was floating somewhere up in space so much of the time. Maybe it was because he was actually thinking in coherent thought patterns for once, maybe it was just because he was finally taking note of just how many unfamiliar people he'd thrown himself in with. Whichever it was, it had him suddenly feeling rather anxious. Smothered, even. Taking a moment to straighten himself out, he found it best to just seat himself on the edge of a planter. His throat was dry and he could feel his chest tightening up. How stupid. He hadn't even done anything to warrant such a response from own internal workings like this. It was irritating, and he would have ripped out his own respiratory system, if it weren't for the imminent pain and death that would follow. Tugging the hood up over his head, his expression made his distaste for the matter quite obvious. Which was part of why he'd pulled the hood up in the first place. his hand was raised to his own chest, pressed palm flat while he took a single deep breath and held it. It probably wouldn't do anything to stave of the onset of what was more than likely some kind of stupid breathing difficulty. But that's just what he'd done to try and fix it ever since he could remember. If he could just... not breathe. Just for a little bit? That would be kind of nice. Fuck, he should have remembered his phone when he left. WORDS ENOUGH ★ TAGS OPEN ★ NOTES INTRO POSTS... I HATE THEM. ★ CREDITS TEMPLATE BY RIMY OF OTE ★

[KAORU SATORU]

THOSE COLORS SHINING SO VIVIDLY,
they were captured and ceased to move

There were about two things that were evident enough to the brunette at this point- one being that it was evidently cold, and the second being that it was considerably late. Luckily the reflection of the bright city lights on the bare layer of snow that slept peacefully on the streets offered a visible pathway home. Every step Satoru took was followed by a piercing crunch that seemed to beat out the quiet murmurs of chatter that lingered off the busy sidewalks, which was all too fine for the eighteen year old. He didn’t like useless rambling, solitary silence was definitely refreshing after a long night’s work at Tengoku. Nameless faces that flickered between dark spaces and starving fingers pleading for some sort of nourishment. It was a shame that Satoru had no intention of feeding any more than he was required to, it was a darned shame to see so many women slandered and broken to the point of starving loneliness. Despite the poignant thought, a curl of the young host’s lips hinted slight amusement. Though, you could say it was a bitter amusement as he wandered aimlessly through the familiar scenery.

His jacket laid unzipped, flaps fluttering at every breeze. Was he like them? Just a lonely, starved shell who sought out any form of affection? The thought unnerved the fourth year as he shifted his weight to one foot, the crunching of snow beneath his sneakers augmenting into a perturbed static. There was no way he had fallen that far, it’s not like he was exactly the norm for a heartbroken high school sob story.

Unknowingly out of instinct the brunette’s teeth began to grind together slowly, as if endow a distraction of some sort to the eighteen year old. His amber-colored orbs deviated between the recognizable trees scattered here and there. The memorable shops and the overwhelmingly vivid recollections of hours spent with Mashiro, hanging out like normal, best friends. Suddenly scowling - so the distaste could be apparent on his face - Satoru shoved any and all thoughts about the boy in a crevice at the back of his mind. He really spent too much time reminiscing, far too much for his own good or sanity. It was almost a shame that he’d already eaten; there wasn’t much to preoccupy the eighteen year old except the consistent crunch of snow beneath his feet. He didn’t feel heavy hearted or dejected, just somewhat disinterested with the whole thing at this point.

“Maaa…” exhaling slowly, Satoru slid his gaze back to the path in front of him, shoulders shrugging together as if to compensate for his lack of warmth. Like an idiot the fourth year was only wearing very thin layers, even his jacket was barely there. As another breeze brushed by, Satoru sniffled, tilting his head out of the way of the full stroke.

His cheeks were a thick scarlet, battered by the icy winds as the tip of his nose resembled Rudolph the Red nosed reindeer. Swallowing a lump that had formed in the base of his throat, Satoru glanced around for a place to warm up but instead his attention slid towards a figure who was seated on the edge of a planter. Their hood had been pulled up over their head but the brunette couldn’t help but squint at what he witnessed to be a flash of blue underneath. Blinking twice the eighteen year old shrugged his shoulders again, both hands slithering into his pockets, chilled to the bone from exposure.

Walking past slowly, Satoru continued to think his muddled thoughts with furrowed eyebrows. Blue hair, he’d seen something similar before, but where? Closing both orbs the boy’s lips had pressed into a troubled line as his steps had slowly become more of a pathetic shuffling, snow formulating at the toe of his shoes. They would be soaked in a matter of minutes if he didn’t pick up the pace, but Satoru only sustained the tempo of his thoughts as they began to rattle around in the spaces of his cluttered brain.

Blue hair… why did that ring such a bell? Blue hair. Blue hair. Blue hair. Satoru eyelids lowered as he sucked in a breath of air through his teeth, the cold tantalizing his tongue. Who did he know with blue hair?

“Oh.” Satoru halted dead in his tracks, pausing for a moment or two before suddenly beginning to walk backwards, only stopping as he was in front of Jerolin. Like a robot, the brunette shifted sideways in a creaky manner, squinting for a moment as if to identify his co-worker. His hood was up so it wasn’t exactly the easiest of tasks, and with a blank expression the boy leaned down, enough so he could identify what was under the hood. Half-sideways Satoru blinked slowly at Jerolin before lifting a flat palm.

“My bad. Wrong person.” straightening out Satoru turned on his heels again, only to slow into another stop before turning around again. It’s not like he had actually made a mistake, he just really didn’t feel like playing serious right now.

“Isn’t it your bed time or something?” Satoru inquired with a slightly cocked eyebrow, taking a seat next to the bluenette without another word. “Or, perhaps cute little Jere-Bear wanted to get picked up by somebody on the streets? I always did think that you'd be the type to get snatched up by a pedophile.” the sarcasm was evident enough, but it wasn’t surprising that the words fell flat, coming out in a far more serious tone than it had been meant to. His voice rung of monotone flat notes as he side glanced at the blue haired host, frowning when he noted the uncomfortable expression Jerolin had been wearing from the start.

“If you make that kind of face, I might get the wrong idea you know? I’ll start to think being around me must be really unbearable.” the corners of his mouth perked into a sarcastic smile, hands wriggling anxiously in his pockets. However, he blinked again and eventually the dry smile thinned into a semi-concerned frown.

“Hey, you alright?” he leaned closer, eyebrows knitted together before pulling backwards again. “I hope you’re not expecting mouth to mouth.” but in all seriousness the brunette couldn’t help but joke before growing serious again.

notes: finally got to thisss. sorry it's short ;u;