A Mortal Infatuation
Healing Kisses and Sweet Promises
continued. . .
The swell of crackling rage flushed through his body like wildfire. And with such pulsating fire his vision turned blind and his mind only registered the hate...and the love.
His love, sultry pink lips tainted by the claim of another's, silky black hair dirtied by the hand that was not his own. It outraged him, more than anything previous in his expanded existence, and with such cried for blood payment.
He was aware Kise was speaking, the blonde's traitorous lips stretching and rounding with the formation of a question; words as meaningless as their owner. The surprise was evident in those honeyed eyes even as tanned hands attempted to strangle any such emotion from them evermore.
Did he really think he was hidden up here on this tiny hill, especially when he was with her?
Didn't Kise know he was always watching, that he couldn't stop watching, her?
He must have known, and yet openly claimed his mortals lips as his own. He had mocked him, challenged him, and now the Sun God would pay the consequence.
It took him only a moment to encase the Sun God and send him to the deepest depths of the furthest ocean , he had been around longer than Kise, he was stronger. Kise had been too reluctant to use any of his strengths, mores the pity. Daiki was looking for a good fight, anything to calm his boiling blood.
And when his rage finally receded and his sense returned the cries of his beloved reverberated through his very soul.
Oh
He had frightened his little mortal.
He reached towards her and watched as she tumbled back into the long grass, desperate to keep the distance.
It hurt him greatly.
But this was fine, he assured himself, he would have plenty time to woo her, to demonstrate his all consuming love for her.
He would make sure there were no other threats. Kise was the last.
No-one else would again taste those lips, or meet that gaze, and hear that laugh.
She was his now, all his. Until the day she died.
He took her to the sea and pulled her beneath the foamy waves, dragging her down to his extravagant temple and her new home.
And the God of Water smiled.
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Midorima had waited out the front of the colourfully decorated stall for the past hour. It was an addition to this year's festival, and garnered a flock of lesser creatures curious to taste the abnormal delicacy originating from the mortal realm. The bustling crowds surrounding him did not discourage his patience, nor the hope that she would show up, even if now (as Takao had informed him) she was in the company of the Sun God. The very thought sent a wave of annoyance through his body so strong he had to clench a fist to avoid damaging the surrounding area. Kise had a nasty habit of evoking such emotions, though only since the girl had arrived. Perhaps he had miscalculated in leaving her by the cart, nevertheless he was confident she would chose him over that obnoxious blonde. She had after all promised to enjoy one of these so called 'snow cones' with him, not Kise. In fact he was sure she was on her merry way from Kise right now, desperately looking around the crowds for his persons as he stood here contemplating. Imagining such a scenario pulled a slight grin from the corner of his mouth until he stilled himself completely.
Honestly it wasn't like he was anxious to see her or anything. She was practically forcing him to try these damn things, it had become more of a chore more than anything else, the past days filled with her excited promises and irresistible smiles, it would be more trouble than good to refuse her. That was the only reason.
And so he stood patiently, uninterested in trying the simple treat or any other festival attractions without her, and watched as the crowds waned and thinned with the lightening of the night sky until he was the last left and dawn broke and the festival was no more.
Sorry Y'all for the irregular updates I've been moving house, and trust me when I tell you I had a lot to do. I need to be on one of those Hoarders TV shows honestly like I unpacked six toothpick dispensers today, SIX PEOPLE. NOBODY EVEN HAS TOOTHPICK DISPENSERS LIKE RLY BYE.
