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[4-Aug-2021][Ayatsuri Sakon] Dollhead
Title: Dollhead
Day/Prompt: 4-Aug-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Zenkichi/Sakon
Rating/Warning(s): General
Sakon wears his emotions on his sleeves, unintentionally displaying them and yet always revealing his good intentions. He's wholesome, good-intentioned, and boyishly awkward.
Maybe that's why Zenkichi fell for him. First, he smiles his heartiest, cheeks flushed a soft pink, hair caught in the wind, voice drilling sharp and methodical— and second, then, Zenkichi can't help falling for the goofiness behind mystique and the boy behind the macabre. The mysterious side has its own merits, but reveals less in the sharp looks and amused gazes than the wide-eyed curiosity of the inner boy
For some, deciphering love is complicated, but in Zenkichi's case, it isn't. He's never been a mind reader, and he's not Sakon in terms of intelligence, but he knows the boy's various odds, ends, and cues, and that's enough to bridge the gap of intelligence if there's much of a gap at all. He isn't book-smart, not read in classics like a prestigious, rich boy like Sakon is, but Zenkichi has wit, and he's proud to strut his smarts. But, more than wit and classic cleverness, he's got the ability to see past the frills and fancy talk— to spot the bullshit beyond formalities. Not into the mind because he isn't a particular black-haired, violet-eyed puppeteer, but close there. There's plenty of traits he could list and strut proudly, but it isn't his traits that make it easy to read Sakon; it's the boy's eccentricities.
Zenkichi doesn't need mindreading, though, for some of the clues are obvious. Sakon hasn't come right out and said it, nor does he have to, but it's evident from the manner Sakon carries himself that Sakon adores him. Adores. Yeah, Zenkichi can say it isn't mere like; it's adoration. The boy can only be so concealing, totting a cute smile and light-hearted banter. Or like how Sakon, out of breathed and wiped from an investigation, decided to wind down with him instead of heading home immediately. Then, he asked for a light from a hand-rolled cigarette as they absorbed the moon, and right when he puffed the cigarette, the kid ended up damn near hacking his lungs out.
Or how he pulls out Ukon, his puppet, to hide his blush when he's flustered. Or how said irritating doll ends up in Zenkichi's arms, staring at him with eerie, living eyes as if to say: "Yeah, I'm here. You like him. I'm the fine print, dickhead." as they watch Sakon perform among chanting, drums, half-a-dozen black-robed men, and a haunting narrator. When Zenkichi thinks the detective-come-puppeteer kid can only reach certain heights of eccentricity, Sakon proves him wrong.
Now he has a doll head sitting on his nightstand, staring at him. Not an entire doll, but a decapitated, sculpted head. Zenkichi isn't sure what'd be creepier.
He reaches to touch the strange object, adjusting the hollow head away from him. Yeah, he's had cute girls pass their numbers and their chatroom details with winks and flutters of their skirts, but he's never had a woman graciously thank him for solving a murder, then gifting him a puppet's head with complete honey-eyed thankfulness. So yeah, it's easy to tell when the kid's batshit weird.
It's sweet, honestly. Adorable as hell. The doll head has meticulous construction, no cracks, no weary, worn, withering to its slopes of wood and beautiful shapes. Sakon must've thought plenty about giving him something like this; he values each puppet, every part, even if they aren't his prized companion Ukon.
Thumbing the doll, Zenkichi sighs wistfully, lips cracking into a smile. Maybe that's why he feels so special when Sakon says he'll call, why he feels strange regarding the kid's crush as mere childish adoration. It's all good intentions, sweet fairy-dusted crap, and yeah, that's why Zenkichi likes him.
Day/Prompt: 4-Aug-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Zenkichi/Sakon
Rating/Warning(s): General
Sakon wears his emotions on his sleeves, unintentionally displaying them and yet always revealing his good intentions. He's wholesome, good-intentioned, and boyishly awkward.
Maybe that's why Zenkichi fell for him. First, he smiles his heartiest, cheeks flushed a soft pink, hair caught in the wind, voice drilling sharp and methodical— and second, then, Zenkichi can't help falling for the goofiness behind mystique and the boy behind the macabre. The mysterious side has its own merits, but reveals less in the sharp looks and amused gazes than the wide-eyed curiosity of the inner boy
For some, deciphering love is complicated, but in Zenkichi's case, it isn't. He's never been a mind reader, and he's not Sakon in terms of intelligence, but he knows the boy's various odds, ends, and cues, and that's enough to bridge the gap of intelligence if there's much of a gap at all. He isn't book-smart, not read in classics like a prestigious, rich boy like Sakon is, but Zenkichi has wit, and he's proud to strut his smarts. But, more than wit and classic cleverness, he's got the ability to see past the frills and fancy talk— to spot the bullshit beyond formalities. Not into the mind because he isn't a particular black-haired, violet-eyed puppeteer, but close there. There's plenty of traits he could list and strut proudly, but it isn't his traits that make it easy to read Sakon; it's the boy's eccentricities.
Zenkichi doesn't need mindreading, though, for some of the clues are obvious. Sakon hasn't come right out and said it, nor does he have to, but it's evident from the manner Sakon carries himself that Sakon adores him. Adores. Yeah, Zenkichi can say it isn't mere like; it's adoration. The boy can only be so concealing, totting a cute smile and light-hearted banter. Or like how Sakon, out of breathed and wiped from an investigation, decided to wind down with him instead of heading home immediately. Then, he asked for a light from a hand-rolled cigarette as they absorbed the moon, and right when he puffed the cigarette, the kid ended up damn near hacking his lungs out.
Or how he pulls out Ukon, his puppet, to hide his blush when he's flustered. Or how said irritating doll ends up in Zenkichi's arms, staring at him with eerie, living eyes as if to say: "Yeah, I'm here. You like him. I'm the fine print, dickhead." as they watch Sakon perform among chanting, drums, half-a-dozen black-robed men, and a haunting narrator. When Zenkichi thinks the detective-come-puppeteer kid can only reach certain heights of eccentricity, Sakon proves him wrong.
Now he has a doll head sitting on his nightstand, staring at him. Not an entire doll, but a decapitated, sculpted head. Zenkichi isn't sure what'd be creepier.
He reaches to touch the strange object, adjusting the hollow head away from him. Yeah, he's had cute girls pass their numbers and their chatroom details with winks and flutters of their skirts, but he's never had a woman graciously thank him for solving a murder, then gifting him a puppet's head with complete honey-eyed thankfulness. So yeah, it's easy to tell when the kid's batshit weird.
It's sweet, honestly. Adorable as hell. The doll head has meticulous construction, no cracks, no weary, worn, withering to its slopes of wood and beautiful shapes. Sakon must've thought plenty about giving him something like this; he values each puppet, every part, even if they aren't his prized companion Ukon.
Thumbing the doll, Zenkichi sighs wistfully, lips cracking into a smile. Maybe that's why he feels so special when Sakon says he'll call, why he feels strange regarding the kid's crush as mere childish adoration. It's all good intentions, sweet fairy-dusted crap, and yeah, that's why Zenkichi likes him.