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exsiliumlogs2014-01-11 11:13 pm
omnomcinnabon) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-01-11 11:13 pm
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Date & Time: morning after this happened. january 9th.
Location: The place that the undead secretaries are living in on earth.
Characters: Hisoka Kurosakideathofempathy, Tatsumi Seiichiro occlusion, Watari Yukata scienceinacan and Tsuzuki Asatoomnomcinnabon
Summary: Hisoka's not having a good night's sleep, now that Muraki has arrived.
Warnings: Talk about illness and curses, possibly abuse and death. Adult themes.
When Hisoka or Tsuzuki had bad dreams, they relied on each other's silence to be able to make it through the night. Tsuzuki never said anything when Hisoka snuggled up in his bed, although he would pull him so close he blushed. Hisoka pretended not to notice when Tsuzuki would cry against his neck, although sometimes he would wrap his arms around him, understanding that he needed the touch. What mattered was that they could pretend that this had not happened, once the morning came. When they saw each other the next morning, the need and the fear of the night was supposed to have Not Happened. They were back to being professional partners. The only thing that was supposed to matter was that they both drew strength from it.
The difference this time was that Hisoka hadn't had his usual nightmares. This time, it had been obvious what had bothered him, even in the dim light of the bedroom. There were curse marks going up his arms, up past his pajamas. Tsuzuki had seem them once before, and their ghastly red had stuck in his memory. They looked like they burned. Hisoka looked miserable, making Tsuzuki hurt with protectiveness. Instead of saying anything, he had stroked his hair until Hisoka fell asleep. Through his emotions, he reminded him that just because he felt vulnerable during the night, it was okay. In the morning he would be strong again.
It bothered him even as they separated and went silently out to the kitchen in the morning. (And they were careful, waiting a couple of minutes between their exits so Watari and Tatsumi wouldn't know. Tsuzuki suspected they did anyway. Watari certainly did.) Hisoka appeared to be thinking it was business as usual. Tsuzuki bit his lip. Pretending those curses hadn't been there during the night felt like a disservice, like his pain didn't matter. He had tried bottling up pain before, and Tsuzuki knew where that path would lead. Tsuzuki sighed, preparing tea so he wouldn't have to look at either of them.
"C'mon, Hisoka. It won't get any better if you keep bottling it up."
Location: The place that the undead secretaries are living in on earth.
Characters: Hisoka Kurosaki
deathofempathy, Tatsumi Seiichiro occlusion, Watari Yukata scienceinacan and Tsuzuki AsatoomnomcinnabonSummary: Hisoka's not having a good night's sleep, now that Muraki has arrived.
Warnings: Talk about illness and curses, possibly abuse and death. Adult themes.
When Hisoka or Tsuzuki had bad dreams, they relied on each other's silence to be able to make it through the night. Tsuzuki never said anything when Hisoka snuggled up in his bed, although he would pull him so close he blushed. Hisoka pretended not to notice when Tsuzuki would cry against his neck, although sometimes he would wrap his arms around him, understanding that he needed the touch. What mattered was that they could pretend that this had not happened, once the morning came. When they saw each other the next morning, the need and the fear of the night was supposed to have Not Happened. They were back to being professional partners. The only thing that was supposed to matter was that they both drew strength from it.
The difference this time was that Hisoka hadn't had his usual nightmares. This time, it had been obvious what had bothered him, even in the dim light of the bedroom. There were curse marks going up his arms, up past his pajamas. Tsuzuki had seem them once before, and their ghastly red had stuck in his memory. They looked like they burned. Hisoka looked miserable, making Tsuzuki hurt with protectiveness. Instead of saying anything, he had stroked his hair until Hisoka fell asleep. Through his emotions, he reminded him that just because he felt vulnerable during the night, it was okay. In the morning he would be strong again.
It bothered him even as they separated and went silently out to the kitchen in the morning. (And they were careful, waiting a couple of minutes between their exits so Watari and Tatsumi wouldn't know. Tsuzuki suspected they did anyway. Watari certainly did.) Hisoka appeared to be thinking it was business as usual. Tsuzuki bit his lip. Pretending those curses hadn't been there during the night felt like a disservice, like his pain didn't matter. He had tried bottling up pain before, and Tsuzuki knew where that path would lead. Tsuzuki sighed, preparing tea so he wouldn't have to look at either of them.
"C'mon, Hisoka. It won't get any better if you keep bottling it up."