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#hisoilluweek day 6 — reunion / perfect ending
It’s just past midnight. The key to the front door turns soundlessly. A slender frame steps over the threshold, long obsidian hair swaying behind him.
“Welcome home.”
It’s just past midnight. The key to the front door turns soundlessly. A slender frame steps over the threshold, long obsidian hair swaying behind him.
“Welcome home.”
The magician has his hair down in uncharacteristic fashion, a distinct lack of makeup graces his chiseled visage. He wears his toothy grin like a badge of honour, arms wide open in a welcoming embrace for his newly-wed lover.
Illumi steps into his husband, slipping arms around
Illumi steps into his husband, slipping arms around
his waist. His eyes close; he takes a deep breath. Hisoka smells like steak, leather, and roses. He rarely goes without makeup, but Illumi loves when he does. A smattering of freckles trail across his cheekbones and nose.
“Why do you cover them up?”
He’d asked the first time
“Why do you cover them up?”
He’d asked the first time
Hisoka had been brave enough to bare his face. Illumi used to dot each freckle with the lightest touch of the tips of fingers.
Hisoka merely shrugged.
”Convenience. I don’t like them.”
“Why?”
A beat of silence.
“They remind me of me. In the past. When I was young.”
Hisoka merely shrugged.
”Convenience. I don’t like them.”
“Why?”
A beat of silence.
“They remind me of me. In the past. When I was young.”
Illumi nodded. He didn’t need to elaborate. Illumi understood. He cupped his lover’s cheeks between pale palms and planted a soft kiss on the tip of his freckled nose.
“Keep them on. I like them.”
Hisoka smiled. For the first time since he’d known the magician, Illumi thought
“Keep them on. I like them.”
Hisoka smiled. For the first time since he’d known the magician, Illumi thought
that this might have been the first genuine smile he’d seen. Hisoka had eye wrinkles when he smiled from the heart. Illumi thought that adorable.
“How was your day?”
The question brings him back to the present, his head nestled comfortably in Hisoka’s ample chest, arms wrapped
“How was your day?”
The question brings him back to the present, his head nestled comfortably in Hisoka’s ample chest, arms wrapped
around each other in comfortably loose embrace.
“The usual. No surprises.”
“Come to bed with me.” The magician takes his hand and pulls him along. Illumi doesn’t resist.
Being in bed together took an unexpectedly pleasant turn after marriage. Before, it was just a quick fuck;
“The usual. No surprises.”
“Come to bed with me.” The magician takes his hand and pulls him along. Illumi doesn’t resist.
Being in bed together took an unexpectedly pleasant turn after marriage. Before, it was just a quick fuck;
sensual and full of love, but fuelled by lust and ravenous hunger. Now, bed can just mean this, nothing more than comfort and a cuddle. Hisoka looks almost childlike, the edge of his features soften out in slumber.
They could stay like this forever, entwined and wrapped up in a
They could stay like this forever, entwined and wrapped up in a
moment in time. Where does one body end and the other begin? There is no way to tell, where black hair meets red, where the broken find and fix their wounds, where they kiss your scars and make them better.
Frozen in a picturesque scene once upon a dream. They heal together.
Frozen in a picturesque scene once upon a dream. They heal together.
At least, that’s what they could have been.
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Illumi stares down at the body before him. Usually his jobs are simple, clean, and bloodless. He looks down at the sticky, dark red substance coating his hands, then back to the body, splattered in a matching shade of killer red.
——
Illumi stares down at the body before him. Usually his jobs are simple, clean, and bloodless. He looks down at the sticky, dark red substance coating his hands, then back to the body, splattered in a matching shade of killer red.
Even in death, Hisoka was stunning. His face no paler than usual, eyes closed as if in slumber. It could almost be true, were it not for the slowly spreading red across his chest, blossoming from the cavity where a heart might have resided once.
He was almost beautiful, and poetically so.
Illumi considers his immediate actions.
Never once has he felt anything towards his target but a sense of duty, and satisfaction upon completion. Professionalism for a job well done.
Illumi considers his immediate actions.
Never once has he felt anything towards his target but a sense of duty, and satisfaction upon completion. Professionalism for a job well done.
So, when Illumi reaches into his chest, he feels nothing. No, even less than. How can something be missing when it was not once there before? It was all very strange. When the magician had drawn his final breath, something deep inside Illumi’s chest shifted, and cracked.a
Just a little. A chink in the well oiled machine. He would fix it, of course, in due time. But for now, he sits. He reaches out to take Hisoka’s hand. He expects it to be cold and stiff. It’s strangely soft. And oddly warm.
They sit like this.
An eternity in each other’s arms.
They sit like this.
An eternity in each other’s arms.
——— end
ngl I was kind of stuck on this one for a while and I’m not entirely happy with the way it turned out but :/ writing do be like that! anyways rts and comments appreciated!! lmk what yall think hehe
ngl I was kind of stuck on this one for a while and I’m not entirely happy with the way it turned out but :/ writing do be like that! anyways rts and comments appreciated!! lmk what yall think hehe
