this is real hell

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me: do you ever think about how these two characters who have the worst fucked up relationship might be better if taken out of their circumstances

me, several aus and many tears later: i made a mistake


aka AU shunazu dropbox i'll make this pretty later

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icons and stuff later but; that au you stayed up till 3am talking about LAUGHS

[theatricalities]

[ it's raining.

shu hates the rain. it's partly because it's the antithesis of her entire being (sun, fire goddess, all that jazz) but it's mostly because the sky and rain are governed by eichi, and shu is quite sure that the only reason why it hasn't stopped raining in the past week is because eichi is fucking with her.

scratch that, she's not just quite sure, shu is absolutely 110% sure about that fact.

(she may or may not be bitter and petty.)

the level of rain and storming basically also means that shu is pretty much. confined to nazuna's house for the most part, since being drenched in this rain is a sure-fire recipe to falling ill and then shu will never be able to recover quickly enough to take her revenge. at least, that's what nazuna says. she's honestly about to go stir crazy from confinement at this rate, coupled with being saddled with a weak human body that seems to be taking twenty times as long to heal even at a normal pace.

so, if or when nazuna decides to enter her - now shu's - bedroom, she'll find shu brooding and staring out the window, watching the rain and scowling every single time a bolt of lightning flashes across the sky. her pink hair undulates down her back in an almost regal fashion, obscuring the bandages which are wrapped around the top of her back, around the wingbone and shoulder.

getting one's wings cut off still hurts like hell (not that rei would ever let her enter hell) and when shu turns around once she's noticed nazuna, she's gritting her teeth and refusing to let the sharp stab of pain show on her features. ]

waggles my eyebrows

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[ let's be honest: of the two of them, nazuna's probably not quite as...adventurous as shu. that's not a bad thing, really, but sometimes he worries that things in bed might be, well. not that exciting? after all, he's just not that exciting himself, so--

there's a lot of talking himself into it as he gets dressed, half stuttering as he looks at the packages on his and shu's bed. it'd taken him a solid week to even work up the courage to order this stuff, but it's shu's birthday, and considering how much he hates parties, it's the least nazuna can do to give him a private celebration of their own.

so, he carefully lays out the clothes on the bed, trying to make them as neat as possible. they're laid out in the style of an outfit, a pair of nice, dark underwear laid out underneath. aside from that, there's a package of maroon and gold shibari cord beside it.

as he hears shu's key click in the lock, nazuna makes a little, surprised unya!, as if he wasn't the one who texted shu to ask if he was going to come home early. he's managed to strip down to his underwear and a shirt of shu's, buttoned loosely over his small frame, and he pokes his head out into the hall, his voice maybe just a little too high pitched. ] In the b'roo-[ AHEM. ] Bedroom.

whoops my hand slipped

[handcraftings]

[ it's easy.

this late, after everyone has gone home, the studio is empty, and this is shu's domain, among the wooden floors and full length mirrors along every wall and the ballet barre alongside one wall. the shoes he's wearing are canvas, full-sole, elastic sewn on a long time ago, well-worn and used - it's not his first pair of shoes, shu has no time for nostalgia of that sort, but they are the most comfortable pair that he owns, moulding to his feet like a second skin.

there's music playing faintly in the background, and it's easy to catch the beat and the rhythm of the soft classical music, as shu shifts from first position to second position to third with the ease of long-term muscle memory, languid movement with hidden sharpness.

they called him a prodigy once, long arms and full extensions and all his weight balanced on the balls of his feet in a perfect elevé and shu will never be able to dance that way again, but here, in his sanctuary, he can pick up the fallen pieces, let the fluidity of his first love do the talking.

and despite the mirrors, he doesn't notice, doesn't pay attention when the door to the studio opens; he's too focused - feet turned out, front foot about one foot away from the back, perfect fourth position. ]

christmas things ★ aka it's 1.30am and i'm too tired to think of a witty thread title

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[ LIKE HIS OWN BIRTHDAY, SHU ITSUKI DOES NOT CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS, USUALLY. all things considered, christmas is yet another manufactured holiday with way too many overtones of consumerism and it's a veritable mess and cacophony of people.

(ok, shu.)

for the most part, he seems to have avoided the horrors of holiday shopping and other christmas-related things, except that the one thing that he hasn't quite factored in is the fact that when wakes up on the morning (more like almost-noon) of the day before christmas eve, is that the entire apartment smells like, well.

baked goods.

the answer is immediately obvious when shu follows the scent of baking into his own kitchen and oh. nazuna's up early, and there's christmas decorations in the hallway that weren't there last night when he came home, and honestly, that just leaves him standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a rather blankly bewildered look for a moment because he doesn't quite exactly recall if he's given nazuna permission to like, do this--

(the answer is yes, when he was half asleep, which is the only reason why shu doesn't remember it, oops.)

but in the end: ]

... Nazuna?

[ he still sounds bewildered, and it's accompanied by a brief press to his temples as if he's not quite sure whether he's dreaming or he hasn't woken up properly just yet. ]