( open ) dear moonlight

[obsessiveness]

Who: izumi and you
What: overgrowth aka worst valentines event ever smh
Where: all around the void
When: rest of the month
Content Warnings: emetophobia, overall gross feelings and mentions of death. will update when necessary.




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[bachagain]

[ functional. leo's also hidden the cough, blood and petals; first behind hands and sheets of paper, and then beneath convenient wandering. concerns about izumi's condition come in short questions that are put forth, dismissed, and not pushed further -- partly because leo trusts it's not much when izumi says so, partly because that's what leo wants it to be.

it's not, obviously. leo knows when he hears the familiar voice through the leylines he used for curious amusement and later for necessary distractions. when he struggles through his labored breathing to finally find izumi, similarly ill but also worse, after leo moves through the locations he remembers. when he finally settles down beside his friend, breathless.

they're a mess. a mess of petals and unsaid bullshit. even now, leo's attempting to keep the sheer panic muted.

well. at least they're suffering through this shit together. ]

Sena -- hey, Sena. You're gonna call and then fall asleep?

[ no.

it's nothing close to the things leo wants to say, but it helps to suppress the uglier things clawing in his chest, not agains squeezing worse than the flowers. the coughs are pushed down too -- more audible in the slightly stressed syllables of his words than they have been the past few days.

he's terrified, really. not for his own state, but it's... fine.

(okay, it's not.) ]

[obsessiveness]

[ in any other situation, he would've berated the shit out of leo for being late, like they're back in yumenosaki again and tsukasa had dragged him to practice like some shitty stray cat. but leo doesn't even get a whiny sooo annoying. instead it's just izumi looking even more pathetic than ever, his bright blue eyes the only alive-looking thing around here as they rove up to leo's face.

ah, his face. izumi's hand slowly reaches up for it, only to limply fall on his side. ]

About... fucking time you showed up.

[ just let him have a word in ok

but he winces, not just at the various plantlife poking inside him, but at his voice quality. it's scratchy, tired, ugly, and it makes him remember all the silly jabs leo used to make when he was still new to the industry.

he hates this. he wants to cry, and maybe he'll let just one (1) tear fall from his eyes. if he starts sobbing hardcore his lungs wouldn't be able to handle the sniveling and that might actually kill him sooner. and speaking of which -- ]

Looks like... I'll be going back there sooner that I expected. [ hell. he means hell. his fists clench at the very thought of it. ] I don't even know what I did wrong again this time.