Yatori Week Day 1- Fate


Yato.

A God- what makes up one?

He was lots of things a flash of white teeth, a sly smile, ice eyes and raven hair. Commanding and fierce and silly and stupid and amazing. Brave and strong and reckless and loyal and insecure and childish.

Hiyori loved the quirky male. She loved the nonsensical rambling of the deity, the lazy days and ice cream and dirty boots and shady resting places, loved the scoldings and rewards, stupid arguing, watching the pair- Shinki and master- grow together. The stupid dates and cheap meals and even dumber pickup lines. The hand brushings and awkwardness and sweaty palms and shameless flirting. The schoolgirl missed it; being with an energy so bright. His distinguishable scent-sweet, yet sharp, bursting of Yato, hadn't even hit her nose anymore.

Walking back from school, the half-ayakashi realized how long it had been. "It's been 5 months", she thought, holding a five yen and watching it glint off the sun. "5 months and he hasn't returned yet. I wonder when he'll come back." She rounded the corner and a small object caught her eye. The shrine. It was perched on the edge of Kofuku's step- as if the person who left it meant to come right back. Hiyori picked it up, and sat down on the step, leg dangling on the side, waiting for Yukine to arrive. The stars shone brightly that night as Hiyori waited- for her god that never came.

/ The lights grow dim, the house grows dark, and yet I still wonder were you are/


Yeah, I know, not really having to do with fate, but it popped into my head during band. Have some more of my poop. This is really, really short, sorry about that. Have some dumb unedited stuff before I totally retreat as a writer.

I drink too much coffee.

As always, I take prompts at my tumblr : wingdesire.

Hmu, we can cry about our otp together