the death of me

"Lord knows he has his issues.
He's cruel, and he makes a hobby of making the people who love him cry. Punishment is his favourite word. He loves to make me bleed, and bleed, and bleed.
He will tell them I'm his wh.ore.
oh, I'll pretend to be surprised,
(and kiss him so hard it hurts until our night belongs to me and me alone)
and tell him he's the worst thing that ever happened to me.

My mother told me I was insane; why did I fall in love with such a twisted man?
oh, I'll tell her i had no control over it,
(but i do cherish the scars he gives me, i do, i do)
and promise him that this will be the last time.

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked -- they all say it, over and over, and i know it's true
(but he is human and he cries, and when he does i swear i see stars)

I know that in three years time, we'll go to our best friends' weddings and they will sit us apart. He'll find his way to me, or I to him, and he'll ask her to dance in front of me, and smirk at me as he kisses her--
and I'll accidentaly (oh, accidentally) fall into the lap of some rich someone-or-other, and laugh at all the wrong jokes, and tuck my head in with my eyes wide open and on him the whole time--
and another night will belong to us,
and i'll find bruises in the morning
(the scar of my teeth on his shoulder will look too pale in the moonlight)

and we'll whisper careless words like love and hate and for-never,
and he'll hold me, tight, right and warm, telling lies like we're going to be okay, darling.

I only want to hurt if he's doing to hurting. I like his eyes. He likes the way I ruffle his ridiculous bedhead in the morning, and kiss his cheek.
We kiss like rivals. We fight like lovers.
He'll probably be the death of me... but that's okay, darling."




(akashi seijuro & yuki)
 

old: The Intricacies of Love

"For all its imperfections, there must be something about it. There must be something about love... Something about it that makes the weak brave enough to fight, that makes the lost brave enough to look, that makes the broken brave enough to try again. What is it about love? What is it that can make a man lose all his sense? I don't--...Tell me, what is it?"
"... I don't know. But if you want... I could try to show you?"
"What? Don't be ridiculous. How could you possibly show me? ...Wait, you don't mean to tell me-- my dear girl, are you in love with someone!?"
"...Yes."
"I-- Well-- That is, what--... What sort of fellow is he?"
"Sort? He's the worst sort.""Th-- Then how could you possibly love him? Surely he isn't deserving of you if he's not worthy!"
"Oh, don't misunderstand me. He's very respectable; he cares for me deeply, almost as one would a sister. He's kind and sweet and too curious for his own good. He rushes into things without a second thought, he's always calling me 'annoying', and my God, does he infuriate me! But... for all his imperfections, I can't help myself. I can't help but love him."
"...He's a lucky fellow."
"Do you think so?"
"Y-- Yes, I do. You should... You should tell him. That you love him, you should inform him at once-- Why are you laughing!?"
"No, I'd rather not tell him yet. I don't think he's quite ready."
"...How so?"
"Well, you see, I've pretty much confessed right in front of him but he has yet to comprehend that my feelings for him run deeper than friendship. He's rather confused about love."
"...Blasted idiot, he is."
"Yes, quite so. He's absolutely clueless."
"...Who is he though? You've yet to tell me."
"Hmm... Perhaps you ought to figure it out for yourself."
"How!? I have no idea-- Stop laughing at me, will you? And don't shake your head like I'm some idiot!"
"But you are! You're an utterly and absolutely clueless idiot."
"...Like the man you love?"
"Exactly so."
"...Please tell me who he is-- Stop laughing!"
"I'm sure you'll work it out eventually.""You're so annoying."
"Why, thank you."
"And infuriating."
"As are you, my dear friend. As are you."


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