@pecuIium
“ I wouldn’t.. say we are friends . But.. he’s.. nice .” The slender male voiced as he gestures for the male to sit , with a slight smile , full of fangs . “ he’s.. quiet . Reserved .”
@crimsonpetaIs x.
“ mm ?” The blonde would raise a brow as he settles his tea dish aside , long hair swishing as his head moves . “ yin-San and I ? We are.. getting along just fine . Why , master ?”
@crimsonpetaIs x.
“ anything for a friend , is it still to your liking ?” The god would raise a questioning brow even as the corners of pouty lips would quirk , leaning against the table as he drank his own cup of wine . “ drinks taste divine when shared with a lovely companion . “
@crimsonpetaIs x.
Many of the kitsune where infact curious, yet not many of them dared approach, except a few of the kits or younger wandered close to the male , as Nao settles in a patch of long grass , assuming a position of rest as he slips his eyes closed , simply listening to the world , before that too becomes dull as he shuts it out, instead choosing to focus on the slow pulse of yin’s heartbeat to ground himself .
@crimsonpetaIs x.
“ I’m acting like a child hiding behind their mothers skirts , minus the mother part .” He looks back at yin, considering his words carefully . “ I know I’m not something to fear.. at least, I think I do .” He sighs , a long drawn out sound that sounds more pleasurable than it really was . “ thank you for the help.. I think I should meditate .”
@crimsonpetaIs x.
“ I’m afraid.. of myself . “ his voice is guarded , though he does pull back from yin’s affection , a sardonic sound falling from his throat as he ran a hand through his long hair , disheveling the silk waves . “ isn’t that a laugh . I.. know I can do this , but I won’t let myself . I’ve changed so much in the last twelve years I barely recognize myself . I’m fighting my very nature .” He’s by now pacing, steps causing dust to kick up as he ranted to himself , eyes glaring up as if blaming inari , which in a way, this all was the gods fault . “ I had a normal life , sure it was shitty , and I went hungry , even got beat up , but at least I knew who I was .”
@crimsonpetaIs x.
He’s fragile against the taller male, and the barest nod can be felt as he tries to do what yin was instructing , to little affect . It felt like he was drowning , great lungfuls of thick tar like air filling up his chest every time he tried to breath . In the end it took him making eye contact with the other, just as the shadows began to creep up their legs , to make the vision disappear , as if they had been standing in the compound this whole time . “ I’m sorry.. I couldn’t keep it .”
@crimsonpetaIs x.
It’s the one calming memory he has , eyes unfocused as if reliving it again , but he seems to snap out of it when he hears yin speak , eyes once again trained on his face . That’s when it all starts to fall apart . Darkness creeps from the edges of the vision, the light in their hands dimming as the silhouette of inari seemed to become enraged , great golden tails lashing as Nao shuts his eyes, hiding his face in Yin’s chest having long since let go of the man’s hands he grasps the others clothing, as if trying to hide from the monstrous nature his vision has become . “ I can’t .”
@crimsonpetaIs x.
The shift catches him off guard and his grip tightens on the mans hand, claws gently needling the flesh as he realized what he was seeing . Not even inari had shown him his temple.. only the realm he found his dwelling in . This felt.. sacred , intimate . “ it’s beautiful .” He can easily admit as such as he looks around , stopping to gaze up at the statue , before looking to yin in silent understanding . “ I think I like the way you look now . You look like you have a stick up your ass , immortalized in stone .” Though, when they’re back at the compound Nao takes a sobering breath, still unsure if he can do this . “ I’ll try .” He moves their hands as if they are each cupping something , as he holds eye contact with the other . The world around them slowly bleeds to black as a pale golden light starts to form between their fingertips , Nao no longer looks at yin, instead his gaze fixed on stairs leading up to a pavilion type environment , a god can be seen sitting there, as if waiting for their approach .
@crimsonpetaIs x.
The blonde would raise an eyebrow but still moved to listen , his own hands are soft , with rough patches on the fingertips and palms , the slender build of them something even now he doesn’t readily recognize as his own , “ okay?” He finally slides his hands into the others , licking his lips nervously as his weight shifts from foot to foot . He trembles feeling just how rough those hands were . “ now what?”
@crimsonpetaIs x.