⠀ ⠀ sa𝖈͟𝖗͟ifice

/   here too actually 

/    on  @heretisy  &  here!

uh.   what  did  you  think  i’d  be.     (  he  deadpanned,     a  frown  seemingly  eternal  on  his  face.    though,   kuni  didn’t  have  the  heart  to  say  anything  remotely  mean  despite  feeling  offended.   ) 
            
            /   @sintempt 

(  he  wonders  if  going  to  see  umito  had  been  a  mistake,     he  didn’t  think  he’d  be  stopped  &  be  interrogated  by  his  own  child  despite  putting  the  effort  to  not  be  seen.     perhaps  he  should’ve  buried  the  longing  feeling  and  aching  regret  in  his  heart  then  maybe  he  wouldn’t  have  been  found  out,    but  he  /never/   could.     the  thought  of  his  child  was  a  chant,    a  matra  that  couldn’t  be  erased  in  the  back  of  his  mind.  now,    his  breath  hitched.   clearing  his  throat,   barely  able  to  spit  out  a  lie.    )      no  one,     just  passing  by.       i’ll—    if  you’ll  excuse  me.  
            
            /   @sintempt 

this person,   [  ∙∙∙  ]   looked exactly like him.  one does not realise that he had so abruptly queried,  within him..  deeply resonates an untold bond.  he was so familiar,  but who was he?   ..  he stood expecting an answer.  brows simply knitted out of puzzlement.

(  adhere  the  sweet  voice  of  his  dear  child,     looking  over  his  shoulder  before  putting  the  dishes  aside.    crouching  as  to  make  even  of  his  tiny  figure.   )      umi!   ah—    it  is  festival  season ..    do  you  want  papa  to  come  with  you  ?     (  a  query,   drying  off  his  hands  amidst.   eyes  becoming  crescent,   a  tender  smile.   )
            
            /   @sintempt

battle.. ?    it’s  barely  dawn.   has  lack  of  sleep  gotten  the  best  of  you. 
            
            /  @monocaeli

/   SCREAMS WHY IS IT SO LONG 

(   ever  since  leaving  his  precious  child  behind   —he’d  been  an  empty  shell  of  shame,    sorrow..   and  longing.    how  he  missed  holding  the  small  frame  of  his  child  that  he  used  to  cradle  dotingly.   regretting  that  it’s  come  to  the  point  where  umito  had  lived  longer  without  him  than  when  he  was  with  him.   his  hand,    as  if  reaching  out  to  umito  was  quickly  withdrawn  at  the  sight  of  his  face.    creased  with  anger,   he’s  sure.    )      umito,   i’m  so  sorry..    (   voice  rasp  with  the  pang  of  pain  in  his  chest.    lips  thinly  pursing,   face  almost  seemingly  reminiscent  and  doused  with  anguish.   )     it’s  shameful  for  me  to  even  hope  that  you’d  find  it  in  you  to  forgive  me,    let  alone  ..appearing  back  in  your  life.    but  please—     let  apologize  to  you  even  if  you  never  want  to  see  me  again.    i’m  selfish  for  leaving  you  to  tend  after  yourself,    leaving  you  to  be..   alone,  confused..   and  afraid.   umito..  (  trailing  off  before  another  apology  slips  out.   knees  almost  giving  out  as  to  beg  for  forgiveness,   barely  managing  to  keep  himself  together.    he’s  so  sure  that  nothing,    nothing  could  ever  make  up  for  the  torment  he’d  put  his  child  through.   ) 
            
            
            /   @sintempt

brows creases,  displeased of his response.⠀ "  getting  'hurt'  is the least of my concerns,  you don't know..  how it felt.  missing something that should've been part of me.  "⠀ umito wasn't one to be so overly..  'sentimental',  no matter how foolish.  he cannot simply forget the torment of his emotions.

/    from  kuni.. *   sob.. 

i  —     uh.   (   blinking,    lips  slightly   agape.    hence  a  growing  blush  after  being   caught.    a  scoff  from  the  kuni.   )      i  don’t  know  what  you’re  talking  about.    could  you  hurry  up. 
            
            /   @kazekens