“neil?” all gruff posturing left wymack’s voice; that sharp edge was all alarm. “are you alright?”
neil smiled. it felt like it tore his face open. “no. no i’m not.”
neil post raven’s nest, waiting at the airport. honestly this made me sad to draw. me @ me Let Neil Rest,
not to talk about it on a daily basis but nicky is like,, the first person ever to love and care for andrew without strings or ulterior motives. he left germany to take care of the twins because he knew what kind of life they would have with luther and maria, and he wanted to give them better
kiss and kiss and kiss.
“Nezumi, the world means nothing to me without you. Nothing.”
A finger hooked on his chin, and yanked it upwards.
A set of dark grey eyes were right in front of him.
“Won’t you listen, my stubborn child? Act your age.” It was a woman’s voice, softened with laughter.
“Nezumi, I’m serious―”
Their lips overlapped. It was a searing, but gentle, passionate kiss.
“Was that a… goodbye kiss?”
“A vow.” Nezumi smiled. “Reunion will come, Shion.”—
Nezumi: Knitemaya
Shion: Miyukiko
Photography by Cotton Candy Photography (Keishu)
Things that feel something like love:
- Neil returning from an out of state press event and fitting himself to Andrew’s side on their couch, thigh to thigh. The small bump of Neil’s head to Andrew’s shoulder, Andrew’s raised eyebrow, Neil’s quiet “I’m glad I’m home,” and Andrew’s warm press of lips
- The drag of fingers across Neil’s back in the morning as they move around each other in the kitchen
- The mug of hot chocolate Neil hands to Andrew during his blank days, when the scorching heat in his palm and the sight of Neil quietly working in the corner of the his eye are the only things threatening to get through
- King getting sick and Andrew throwing Neil a look that says “your cat, your problem” but dialing the vet as Neil goes to clean up the mess
- The small sigh against Andrew’s neck when he drags his nails over the back of Neil’s scalp
- Andrew rolling over into the now-vacant, body-warmed spot on their bed and burying his head in the first pillow he can find
- Weight and pull and gravity. Andrew’s hand on the back of Neil’s neck, a new car key being added to Andrew’s ring. Belt loops that bring hips knocking into each other, the tugging of a gym bag strap that means “let’s go home.” Spending 2 years falling into and out of alignment just to get to a place where they can permanently circle one another.
“i wish you’d never retire” fucks me up every time……. like its so romantic like yuuri is like “please take care of me until i retire” and viktor off the cuff comes back with -i wish i could be with you forever- like????? goddamn?????? if i was yuuri id be crying too how is that not the most romantic fucking thing youve ever heard holy shit
Nothing but My Aching Soul 