[Yami no Matsuei] Hisoka/Tsuzuki drabble for Nestra

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and the rain    the rain quiet as a heartbeat    mist closes its hand on him    he curls up safe as a bird or a baby or a stone    safe as a worm in the heart of a white, white rose    petals shiver and shudder and crisp    blackening from invisible flame    he can hear the roses screaming    (they sound like children)    he could always hear them screaming    (I didn't I didn't I don't want to)    rain blurs the world clammy-cold

      the warmth is gone before he realizes someone is touching his face

the world clears

      idiot, hisoka says. i'm right here.

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