KyonAyanamiChan

You sat at the edge of an alleyway, looking out. It was dark in the shadows and a cold breeze blew. Again, you were alone. Your heart felt like it would tear apart, painfully compressing in your chest. Yet you found solace in one thing--one man--as you stare at his sheathed sword: Nicolas Brown was the pinnacle of your life. Although you hated nearly all aspects of your life, typically wishing you would simply vanish from this world, there he was--when you were fortunate enough to see him, the mere image of him was enough to fill the void in your soul, to make you feel alive, grateful you were living for the sight of him. Usually, when he e

“Let’s go home.” A pair of men clad in slightly disheveled suits nodded at each other in agreement. Rain poured down on the bustling city, droplets rattling on tin rooftops and stained glass window panes. Large puddles covered the brick streets that teemed with life so late at night. Footsteps disturbed the calm waters, ignoring the swishing cries as they went on to create small waves down the road. After an exhausting day at work, the two made their way through the crowds and around busy corners of the town, finally reaching home. They ascended the flight of stairs; the door opened and shut with a soft thud. Without a car

TW: Slight language. Perhaps it was the coffee, or maybe there was something in the sweets that Worick had brought home from his other appointment, you suspect. For in the midst of the quiet confines of your makeshift room, save the restless rustling of your sheets - - you cannot sleep. You were tired, truly. Yet you can no longer take count of the times you have yawned, some even forced, as you await for the wave of lethargic somnolence you’ve been yearning since your head had hit the pillows. And that was five hours ago. A defeated sigh escapes you as you turn to your other side yet again, feeling a cold weary rivulet tracing it

 Tap. Tap. You could just barely make out the soft feeling of his fingertips tapping on your shoulder. This would be the second time tonight that you had woken up from a rather deep, comfortable slumber; so needless to say your heavy, hazy mind wasn't too keen on actually accepting you were awake. Tap. Tap. "Yes Nicolas....?" you groan, conceding to slowly open your groggy eyes. Gradually you're able to blink out the fuzzy bits of your vision, eventually taking in Nicolas' face only a few inches from yours. Your previous drowsiness is replaced with a rather full, anxious feeling as you're able to finally process just how he was looking

Bruised and bloodied. If this could be considered fashionable it would most definitely be Nicolas Brown’s signature look. Black, blue, and purple bruises were spattered across his flesh, most likely even more marks under the black t-shirt the twilight wore. Not to mention the various cuts that were also scattered in different places. Thankfully none of them were deep enough to cause some serious damage and all of them had been treated. Of course this was completely normal for the male, but it didn’t stop your stomach from dropping at the sight of your lover in such a battered state. Fighting is what the man did and even if you be

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He assaults the last of them when he turns to you, smirking victoriously. “Hasn't anyone told you it's dangerous to walk about the streets at midnight? Especially when you're looking this fine,” he ogles you from the crown of your head to the crimson-dampened pavement under your shoes. You turn away from the audacious stranger in exasperation. “Fuck off, I was ready to get him. I didn't need help.” “Clearly,” he spun around motioning to the fallen thugs surrounding you, sarcastically. “A simple thank you would do, babe.” “No. You think I need to take this kind of shit? You're dead wro