Aoyagi Seimei

scarfless: beautifully cruel or cruelly beautiful?

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 21:49:39 -0500

scarfless:

beautifully cruel or cruelly beautiful?

//Three Seimei/Ritsuka Songs

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 20:38:00 -0400

An Anon asked for me to list some but Tumblr wasn’t letting me answer the ask? Anyway-

Blinding || Florence And The Machine
Vanishing || A Perfect Circle
Hill Of Our Home || Psapp (My personal favorite for this pairing. I can’t listen to the song without thinking of them.)

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Sun, 28 Oct 2012 09:48:04 -0400

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Mon, 22 Oct 2012 21:45:21 -0400

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Mon, 22 Oct 2012 21:44:14 -0400

soubis: This is War Recommended reading || Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Sun, 21 Oct 2012 02:43:00 -0400

soubis:

This is War
Recommended reading || Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Quick sketch of Mikado from Loveless.

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 00:25:14 -0400

Quick sketch of Mikado from Loveless.

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Wed, 10 Oct 2012 15:53:34 -0400

Will you tell me how I lost my memory? Everyone refers to it as the incident, and no one will tell me what happened, Seimei--! It's frustrating. I just want to know.

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 21:25:50 -0400

Seimei looks over, seemingly vaguely surprised at his younger brother’s question. Ritsuka never usually asked questions about ‘the incident’, only ever bringing it up when Misaki had an episode- but, that was more about asking how he changed and not why.

“We don’t really know Ritsuka, you just woke up one day and you weren’t able to remember a thing.”

“It doesn’t matter what the reason for it was, you’re still my Ritsuka. Don’t let Mother make you believe anything different. Okay?”

meow

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 15:20:52 -0400

Seimei’s attention shifted to the familiar kitten meowing in front of him.

“Gomyon?” He leaned down to lightly rub behind its ear and feel its replying purr reverberate on the pads of his fingers. Gomyon was his favorite from the litter; ‘Four’.

Mun: There's no other way to say it so I love you. Like I really totally love you. Your writing on this blog and the other one is so dark and beautiful it really blows my mind and whenever I see new post I get so flipping happy. So yeah I just wanted to get that off my chest. You're amazing.

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 01:49:48 -0400

//Thank you for taking the time to write me such a flattering message, Anon. I can’t return your feelings, but knowing that someone else enjoys my writing that much is a great motivator nonetheless. I’ll try to complete some of my drafts laying around soon-!

3 Seimei<>Mikado songs GO

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 18:17:00 -0400

//! I love reccing music-

Pray For Rain || Massive Attack
Silence And Light (Piano Solo) || Alexandre Desplat
Slow Life || Grizzly Bear

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands: belovedaoyagi: soubis-giant-yaoi-hands: Still no words, even though...

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 00:57:53 -0400

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands:

belovedaoyagi:

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands:

Still no words, even though Soubi did wish to ask Seimei something. He dropped his eyes to the floor, shaking his head slightly. He didn’t want to speak, but it wasn’t as if he’d be able to hold off for much longer before he was absolutely forced to open his mouth and say something. He was going to delay it until then, of course.

Seimei hummed thoughtfully, understanding, and then his hum exhaled into a short scoff. He was through with repeating himself.

The Sacrifice reached out and gave Soubi a swift blow across the face, bruising his cheek with the back of his hand. Being touched by Seimei was always unsettling, sharp pins and needles in Soubi’s very nerves, but this was nothing short of jarring. He hit Soubi’s face, his skin. But then again, it was cold out and the eared man happened to have gloves on; Soubi’s unclean flesh wouldn’t hurt him.

The worst part about it was perhaps that Seimei’s skin never once grazed Soubi’s. Rather, it was his glove, the warm leather hitting him hard across the cheek. Never his skin, as Soubi was ‘dirty’, and ‘unclean’ and unfit for Seimei to lay his hands on, not even for such a punishment. And a small punishment this was—it was hardly anything, really. Just a backhand, right across his cheek, and though it hurt, it was the minimal amount of damage Seimei could do. Soubi could imagine things much worse. No, not just imagine—he’d experienced much, much worse, and this was just a reminder of that.

He stumbled backwards a bit from being hit, though quickly regaining his balance. Again, he dropped his gaze to the ground, finally, finally opening his mouth to say something. His question. “Ritsuka…” He tried, having trouble getting the words out properly. “Ritsuka—How’s Ritsuka doing?”

The air around them immediately dropped a few degrees; not a good omen at all. When Soubi hesitantly opened his eyes again, he could see for himself the ice settling over Seimei’s expression.

“Ritsuka? He’s none of your concern anymore.”

The pressure, the painful, terrifying itch invisibly burning into Soubi’s neck wounds were successful in further crumbling whatever courage the blond had to have mustered up to speak. Then, more out of apathy than mercy, it was gone as fast as it had arrived.

“Nisei’s watching him for me and will notify me immediately if anything of importance happens. Though, my brother is probably still crying because you betrayed him.” Seimei stared straight through Soubi, his usually unreadable face giving way to one of thinly veiled disgust.

“And what did I tell you about asking me questions? I think it’s been too long since you’ve been punished. I’ll fix that when we get back.”

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Sat, 06 Oct 2012 02:57:00 -0400

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands:

belovedaoyagi:

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands:

belovedaoyagi:

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands:

belovedaoyagi:

“…”

“…”

“What do you want, Soubi? You have my permission, speak.”

Soubi didn’t, at first. Hands at his sides, looking directly at Seimei, he gave what was, to him, an outstanding show of defiance towards Seimei.

Seimei’s eyes narrowed, expression blackening from annoyed to angered in a few seconds flat.

“I said speak, Soubi. Are you going to disobey me?” There was a telling edge to his tone, warning him.

Still no words, even though Soubi did wish to ask Seimei something. He dropped his eyes to the floor, shaking his head slightly. He didn’t want to speak, but it wasn’t as if he’d be able to hold off for much longer before he was absolutely forced to open his mouth and say something. He was going to delay it until then, of course.

Seimei hummed thoughtfully, understanding, and then his hum exhaled into a short scoff. He was through with repeating himself.

The Sacrifice reached out and gave Soubi a swift blow across the face, bruising his cheek with the back of his hand. Being touched by Seimei was always unsettling, sharp pins and needles in Soubi’s very nerves, but this was nothing short of jarring. He hit Soubi’s face, his skin. But then again, it was cold out and the eared man happened to have gloves on; Soubi’s unclean flesh wouldn’t hurt him.

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands: belovedaoyagi: soubis-giant-yaoi-hands: belovedaoyagi: “…” “…” “Wha...

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 01:03:32 -0400

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands:

belovedaoyagi:

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands:

belovedaoyagi:

“…”

“…”

“What do you want, Soubi? You have my permission, speak.”

Soubi didn’t, at first. Hands at his sides, looking directly at Seimei, he gave what was, to him, an outstanding show of defiance towards Seimei.

Seimei’s eyes narrowed, expression blackening from annoyed to angered in a few seconds flat.

“I said speak, Soubi. Are you going to disobey me?” There was a telling edge to his tone, warning him.

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands: belovedaoyagi: “…” “…” “What do you want, Soubi? You have my...

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 00:21:16 -0400

soubis-giant-yaoi-hands:

belovedaoyagi:

“…”

“…”

“What do you want, Soubi? You have my permission, speak.”

“…”

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 00:03:16 -0400

“…”

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Wed, 03 Oct 2012 05:27:36 -0400

Torture Torture: i'm very still

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 22:00:37 -0400

[6:58:46 PM] Torture Torture: i'm very still
[6:58:48 PM] Torture Torture: trying
[6:58:48 PM] Torture Torture: not to
[6:58:53 PM] Torture Torture: seimei <> mikado feels
[6:58:54 PM] Torture Torture: but
[6:58:57 PM] Torture Torture: but
[6:58:58 PM] Torture Torture: but
[6:59:02 PM] Torture Torture: i'm shaking
[6:59:06 PM] Torture Torture: iT'S STARTING...........................
[6:59:16 PM] Torture Torture: IT'S STARTING.............................................................................

@Mikado || Autumn Sunday

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 21:55:00 -0400

“Meeting dismissed.”

That was shorter than usual. Pushing back his chair with a calm smile ever lingering on his mouth, the eared teenager pretended not to notice the deceptively casual looks Ritsu was aiming at him. It was fairly obvious that the headmaster wanted to speak with him, probably once there were less people around, but luckily he spied Nagisa hurrying over to the older man from her seat and that was that. Seimei used the opportunity to filter out of the building with the others.

It was 8am on a Sunday, and the remaining four council members were headed to the dining hall, no doubt eager to procure a cup of coffee or some breakfast after being forced to start their days so early on the weekend. Not that he minded; he woke up around sunrise everyday without exception or variation, and the memory of his brother still sound asleep back home in their bed warmed him more than the wool scarf draped over his neck. He was so deep in thought he almost missed the women struggling with the door to the dining hall in front of him. Almost.

“Do you need some assistance, Chouma-san?” He eyed her hand reaching to open the door wider, struggling with the difficult position her wheelchair put her in.

“Ah! Thank you, Seimei-san,” she cheered, seemingly not put off at all that the others forgot to help her. Usually it was Seimei who came to her ‘rescue’ anyway.

“Don’t mention it,” he reached over her and pushed the door in all the way, patiently waiting for the women to wheel herself the rest of the way inside.

While Chouma steered herself towards the lone Nana who was already helping herself to a large, heaping plate filled with who knew what, Seimei headed toward a table stationed near the kitchen that was cluttered with coffee machines, cups, sugar bowls, etc. He could see Nana’s mortified blush as he filled up a mug, could hear her shamed ‘I forgot you were behind me, sorry Chouma-san…’ and the woman in question’s easy assurances.

He stopped listening. It really didn’t interest him.

Standing off from the others, Seimei absently nursed the cup of hot caffeine in his hands, giving the impression of dignified contemplation as always. Even as his stomach growled insistently, reminding him of how his mother forgot to leave out a breakfast for him this morning since she had a violent episode the night before, and how he hadn’t had the time to prepare one before Soubi had to drive him to Goura. Nisei lived closer, but for some reason the kid didn’t think it was necessary to get a license yet.

A shiny, red apple glinted temptingly at him from a nearby bowl of fruit, but he was forced to ignore it. He wouldn’t eat here. He was capable of waiting. Though, when he spotted a diminutive girl padding towards him, untouched parfait in hand, it looked like he didn’t have to.