writetomyheart | [team sonic] in the wings

First words from Tease.
Title from Into the Unknown by Blackchords.

"Tease."

Rabo's voice is sharp, harsh, only one eye visible, as his lips curls. Yato can feels the tenseness radiating off him though, spirals of emotion, fingerling winds like clawe, plucking at the fabric of his memories.

You need us, you need us, you need me, they whispers. And it would be so easy.

So easy.

((The wind blows rusty across the grass, the air is full of liquid petals, splattering bright on his face. Rabo looks back at him, mouth open, teeth white, and his eyes, so sharp, slip their gaze over his mouth like a lingering kiss.))

Yato runs his tongue over his lips. It's been too long, but the memories swim up anyway. He knows the feeling of a wish, tingling in the tips of his fingers, like touching the tail of the storm.

(("Together forever," Rabo says, tossing a sliver of flashing silver back, as Yato snags it by the handle. There's no truth here, they're gods of calamity after all, but for this moment, as the blade drives home, scarlett splashing up over his fingers, it's possible for something to be true.))

"He's not the same anymore," Nora says, with her piquant, mocking little face. You let me go, her expression shouts with the tiny purse of her lips, the flicker of an eyelid. You let me go.

"I'm not that Yato, the god of calamity, anymore," Yato says, and his voice is firm even if he can hear different words singing in his veins. There's a wish, his blood whispers as it runs to the tips of his fingers, back to his heart. Grant the wish.

Yato closes his eyes, and all he can see is Rabo's face. When he opens them again, Nora is gone and Rabo is coming, Furuhime in hand.

You always did jump the gun, Yato thinks, as he swings. But maybe it's easier this way.

The warmth of blood on his hands and face feels like going home.