Celi6ate "Kanny-" "No, Cronus! If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times-" "Vhat?! Do you not trust me or something?" "Don't be ridiculous, that is hardly the root of the problem here-" "Do you not love me? Is that it?" Kankri Vantas was officially stuck between a rock and a hard place. The somewhat off-kilter and often stressful red relationship he had decided to risk with Cronus had been going on for nearly half a sweep, and more than once, Cronus had made sexual advances. He had tried to sweep Kankri off his feet and woo him silly, which worked to an extent. That extent was cuddling on the sofa with almost cold hands rubbing circles on a mutant-hot grey chest under a certain red sweater while a rom-com was playing, maybe a few cold kisses to the neck and ears. This elicited high, sweet giggles and squirmin
i would have held you (No Hope In My Heart mix)[exhibit A] They are young, only fourteen, and Jake is staying the night at Dirk's for the hundredth time. Music is drifting down from the Irish couple that lives above Dirk, they're having a party and singing horribly and it's absolutely great. The two of them are wrapped up in Jake's sleeping bag, dark green, just like Jake's pretty eyes. Dirk thinks they're pretty. Janey says the same thing, when Jake goes back up to the lunch line to get another chocolate milk. When he can't see her face turn pink. "Here, move over, will you-" "Ow! Watch your shades-" "Sorry, sorry-" With much breathless laughing, shuffling of the sleeping bag, and awkward teenage boy elbows and knees, they settle facing each other, Jake curled up slightly around Dirk because Jake had his growth spurt first. On Dirk' s balcony, the air is cool, even though Jake
miss cinnamSymbolhight: KagaraHatchname: CinnamAge: 6.5 sweepsCaste: Teal (one shade higher than Terezi)Chroma: #00CED1Lusus: Foxmom (approximately the size of a crocodile)Strife Specibi: BatkindQuadrantmates: POKKIN, MURASA. CASTE: INDIGO. STATUS: MOIRAIL.Registered Quirk: [My name is C|nnam Kagara and | am s|x sweeps o/d.]God Tier: Maid of MindIntro: ==> Be the apathetic tealblood. Your name is CINNAM KAGARA and that's not completely fair. You're not always listless, but you are prone to FITS OF APATHY where you LAY DOWN and DO NOTHING for extended periods of time, which is kind of a dangerous habit, since one of these days somebody is going to kill you and feed you to their lusus. You always get an earful from Mom whenever it happens. It does happen more often than you'd like to admit. But it's nothing a visit from or chat with your beloved MOIRAIL can't fix. She's a little weird, being a HIGH PROPHETESS
thoughtsNaming people and my immediate thoughts when I say their name aloud.Summerdiamond darling fixes me warmhappysafelovedaccepted hair stroking head scritching palest palest missyouso mine mine Cloversweetheart dearheart hold you love you so pale pinkgreen warmmineNoahloveyou loveyou sorrycouldntfixit first friend precious boy hideyouaway wrap you up keep you safe from sadness dearestfierymineYorufuckingsorry miss you hate me (???) couldntfix strainedheavyheartsosorry ilovemissyou failed you sorry sorry sorryAtesweet friend teachesmetodraw safekind itsumonandodemo feelingappreciatedforthefirsttime violetblueindigorust love you love you familyallyfriendRaithiefofhope helps maidofspace kind kind kindfunny wherehaveyoubeenallmylife likeyou likeyou daisuki clovermuracinnarai((I'll add more later <3))
a little shimmer Your name is Cinnam Kagara and your pump biscuit aches like a motherfucker. You didn't eat bad grubloaf. You aren't sick. (Physically.) The almost-cold-fleshy-bits in your gut are twisting up into one disgusting, miracle-free knot and don't feel like they're ready to come undone anytime soon, because your moirail (palemate purest-pearl serendipitous sweetest) has been hurting deeply and you're not there to help her. You're not near enough to do your goddamn job. She made the dangerous trek to your meeting place a half-perigree ago and you met her there and held her tight and her MIRACULOUS PAINT was smeared on your shoulder and you were linked at the pinky for the duration of her visit and you felt whole. For the first time since the dry season, you were whole and the two of you were all right again. You call
with a soul made out of starliwith a soul made out of starlightyou make up my day, my nightalonebut far from lonelycurled up in my ribcage(for safe keeping, of course)and I feed you praises and chocolate cremeas you lie on your origami flowerbedthat you folded for meyourselfchocolate chip cookiesand tight warm hugsfill up the space thatyou don't alreadyoccupy.you aremy ownsweet gossamerdream.