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Halation [SOLO] Dec 22, 2018 0:43:36 GMT

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Post by The Marionettist on Dec 22, 2018 0:43:36 GMT

PLEASE STAY BY ME

You, only you

and take my cold, pale hands into yours

Halation
/həˈleɪʃ(ə)n/
noun
the spreading of light beyond its proper boundaries to form a fog round the edges of a bright image in a photograph or on a television screen.

It’s so strange, this feeling, it’s like it fell softly from the sky...

The music played from Aya’s headset, though it was rather soft-in the background of his attention as he was concentrating on things in front of him, while also listening out incase Sen contacted him through the system he had made that was mainly used when they were working or pulling off some heist, though it wasn’t uncommon for the other man to just use it like a mobile phone when he was not at home.
As much as Aya complained when he did that, (“Sen, this is not its intended use...”) actually he didn’t mind, to be honest. It was all the same anyway, his own phone was connected to his pc system when he was at home so calls would go through his headset if he received them.

Since the time we first met,
The melody of my unsettled heart
Won’t, can’t, stop... why?

In general he hated all holidays, specially winter ones as first was Christmas, a normie holiday between lovers and then it was New Years, a holiday for families to pretend they like each other and want to be in each other’s company and everything closed that one day a year, not to mention post got slower (and he used the postal service a lot) and if he had to go out the roads were ridiculously packed and it made him want to kill everyone just a bit more than usual.

Even though this song was, like, the otaku Christmas anthem since forever and it had been covered millions of times, he couldn’t deny it had a nice melody and made half decent background music for working.

So, as much as holidays really didn’t matter one bit to Aya, he was aware it was another date coming up rather soon which someone had made sure he didn’t forget by announcing it well in advance, not that he didn’t know such basic information about the other man. Being the heir (or, was it ex-heir now?) of a huge cooperation made basic personal information common public knowledge.

It was Onishi Sen’s birthday.

Will these sentimental feelings reach?
If I had to give this a name, it would be Snow Halation...

Aya hated birthdays, though on second thoughts he guessed he just hated his own, and didn’t care enough about anyone else’s to feel the need to celebrate rather than he hated all birthdays full stop. He wasn’t too sure why anyone would want the day they were damned to have to be on this earth reminded to them, but then there were quite a few things others did that he couldn’t fully understand so that wasn’t something new.
He personally did his best to forget his own birthday, though he usually ended up reminding himself unintentionally and simply strengthening his resolve to make everyone who made the day possible regret it with all their being, but even someone like himself was fully aware this was probably not the norm for things done on birthdays. Usually birthday celebrations consisted of giving of gifts to the person and cake, was it not?

Not being able to wait till our feelings overlap,
It’s hard to accept, but I think the truth is...

“I like you...”

Aya found himself echoing the lyrics out loud, he could relate. Which was an extremely bizarre situation to be in, seeing as he used to generally think these types of songs, while catchy in melody depicted unrealistic emotions or situations. What irony. Seriously, what kind of trash game was this? Who came up with such a scenario? Fate was really pulling a big one on him these days. For there to be a day he could relate to a love song of all things. Was this honestly reality? The answer need not even be said.

...And the most terrifying part of it all was, he knew he was starting to accept it all as fact.

Within this mild fever, there’s no point in hesitation, is there?
I’ll agree to the notion of jumping in, starting soon

Aya already ruled out cake seeing as Sen made it rather clear he didn’t like sweet things for some absurd reason, and wondered what he could give the other man. He usually provided him with things he felt Sen needed as he noticed, but at the same time he had once read gifts were meant to be things someone would like, rather than need. Whether or not he agreed with this aside, (he wasn’t sure why anyone would not want something practical over sentiment.) he had a slight feeling it may be the correct option for the other as a gift. He had a few support items in mind he wanted to test out on the other man but well, it was hardly a present...

A sigh escaped his lips as a hand ran through his hair. This was harder than expected. Yet another new situation he was thrust into, one he had to figure his way through. There were many of those recently wasn’t there? But come on, surely he could get through this with ease; he was pretty sure he knew more about Sen then most people out there, because he was simply observant- it was in his nature to notice everything about the rare things that caught his interest, and Sen had somehow managed to do that better than anything else.

Without a sound, or warning,
Our fate quietly changes
The path the future may take
Makes my heart race

“What he would like...?”

Aya said softly to himself. Of course he knew the things Sen liked, (even if he thought them a little strange, but then who was he to judge in all reality) but...

That flicker of amusement that crossed Sen’s face the first night they met and Aya himself had made that decision to invite him into his apartment.

...he paused, remembering the expression on the other’s face, his words that showed a hint of approval. Of course he had noticed then too. Though on second thoughts, Aya wasn’t even sure if it would count as a gift, making something sounded like something a child or loved struck teenage girl did on Valentine’s Day, but thinking about it once more... maybe it was a good idea. The idea was, in some parts in his opinion too minor a gift but at the same time he didn’t think it a bad choice.

Another sigh. Doing things for the first time was hard, it seemed. Did it really matter anyway? If Sen didn’t like it, he didn’t and it wasn’t like it mattered anyway... or something like that.

He’d go with this. It was decided. Moving over to the side of his work table, he pulled out a long roll of pattern paper and started to draw out shapes.

Hurry, because at some point,
These feelings have grown too large... True emotions
Isn’t it sad to keep it all as a fantasy?
It’s painful, I want to be able to say...

“...you are mine...”

Aya paused his hand as he found himself finishing off the line out loud and pulled off his headset.
Okay, he was acting really weird now, he wasn’t liking the fact he may or may not be being melancholic right now and so that was enough 2.5D idol music for today. Switching the sound system to loud speaker so it can alert him if he gets any calls, he put the headset down next to his PC setup before getting back to his work again.

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LOL SORRY GUYS FOR THIS I NEED HELP CLEARLY

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Halation [SOLO] Dec 22, 2018 0:46:09 GMT

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Post by The Marionettist on Dec 22, 2018 0:46:09 GMT

PLEASE STAY BY ME

You, only you

and take my cold, pale hands into yours

Time went by quickly when he was concentrating and by the time he had noticed, it was already 11pm and Sen had come home at some point in the last couple of hours, he had somewhat greeted him and went back to work when his crime partner had gotten in, and the other man didn’t seem to question or look that closely at what Aya was doing due to the fact he was constantly doing something anyway, whether that be working on new parts for his marionettes, mixing chemicals or working on a new program. If he had looked closely he would have noticed the distinct lack of doll parts on the work table and the offcuts of dark fur but well, it seemed like he didn’t notice which was good.

... actually, why was he trying to be discreet? Probably because of the unwritten rule that gifts were meant to be a surprise, a situation he had read in books many times before?

Hand stitching for detailing wasn’t something he hated doing- usually he would do most things with his sewing machine but this project was so small that outline aside, it had to be done by hand which was what he was doing now, neat, precise row of stitches appearing on the fabric on three different parts of the slowly forming shape before a few movements of his fingers tightened the thread, before he turned the whole thing out. It was the advantage of being able to manipulate many things at once, this sort of thing was much easier.

A little time later, it was done, a needle looping on itself in a neat finishing knot and cutting off the thread, Aya fluffed it up to neaten the shape. It didn’t come out too bad, it wasn’t like working with plush fur was an expertise of his but of course someone like himself could do this pretty easily. Round lavender/grey odd eyes stared back at him as he tied the violet/black candy striped ribbon around its neck in a perfect bow, before pressing a finger on its forehead for a few moments, making it spring to life. Doing a test run, it seemed to move pretty well considering it had no solid skeleton. It was a plush cat, around the size of a kitten, dark purple, almost black soft fur and large eyes, a small silver bell attached to the bow around its neck. It was extremely well made, almost looked more like taxidermy than soft toy.

Letting it sit on the table, he now pulled out a sheet of dark purple paper and wrote Sen’s name, he half expected him to have some complicated kanji (it was a rich boy thing to have some rarely used character that most people couldn’t even read, right? Or was that only in books...) but it was actually rather simple, just the character for thousand, though he guessed that wasn’t totally unfitting and a message in his small, slightly messy writing.
A small twitch of his finger made the cat plush open its mouth, tiny fangs showing as he held the paper out in front of it, the muzzle closing around the paper.

The only thing left to do now was to give it to the intended recipient, but thinking about it and playing out scenarios in his mind of what he could say, it felt really awkward to just give it to him face to face (even though he was in the next room, on the sofa as usual.)

Glancing at the clock now, it was 55 seconds to 12:00 am. Aya hesitated for a moment longer before he had the best idea, why had he not thought of it before?

He picked the stuffed cat up, before throwing it from where he sat, through his open door and it landed perfectly on its feet halfway between the sofa in the living room and the walkway, before clambering up the back of the sofa before colliding with something sort of hard, which was Sen’s head at exactly midnight, 22nd of December.
Aya felt the connection between himself and the cat break as Sen must have picked it up, having exceeded his maximum range for his quirk to work. Well, the idiot got it now, and... if he didn’t like it that was his problem...

Sen,

Here.

Because you like these damn animals so much.

With that done, he went back to his computer, idly opening up the console of the project he had been working on, though he couldn’t help but wonder if he had actually even given the correct sort of gift.

Oh well, it was done now.

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