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Ryou - Champage/Amused (300 prompt challenge)Ryou draped himself over the well-worn lounger, his feet extending over the coffee table that nearly cracked under the weight. A small smirk appeared on his lips, thin at first before stretching over his teeth in a wide, amused grin. The small vial he tossed between his longer fingers glowed vibrant crimson even in subtle light. He could not help himself from his content, leaning his head back against the edge of his chair to let out a somewhat frightening crackle even for him.
'Now what, Yuma?' He smiled to himself, turning over the encased blood again; his prize for the night. There was nothing he could say now. Ryou had done his job and he had done it damn well if he did say so himself. He glanced over to another glass that was beginning to frost over with condensation from being out on the table too long. He reached over his legs to pull it awkwardly into his lap. The bubbling fruity scent came to his nostrils immediately. It was his favourite variety of champagne. The taste
Merry Christmas ~~ for my husband :3"Shit, it's cold," Khoi groaned as he shuffled into the entrance. No sooner had he stepped over the threshold that he was kicking off his shoes, bits of snow flying every which way and hopped over the small step with dampened socks, "Still cold," he muttered, rubbing his palm viciously together in attempts to generate heat for himself.
"I offered you mittens," Lilia followed him, nodding towards the pair of canary yellow mittens Khoi had discarded just before they'd left for the evening, "Could have used a nose protector too, I think," she teased, reaching out to touch the tip of his nose which had turned quite the shade of pink from the blustery air.
He took a small step sidewards to dodge her attack, "I'm fine," he muttered, although to be quite honest, he wish he'd worn more layers even under the heavy quilted coat and fur-lined hood, "Anyway.. Lia --?"
He craned his neck as she walked past him and into her family's living room. If he wasn't seeing things, he saw there was a
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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