Hunter X Hunter
lights out
by phollie
Killua stares and stares and stares at the beating space of skin at Gon’s throat. Beneath that skin is a fresh stream of blood, ever flowing, full of life. Killua has torn throats wide open with his bare hands but this is the first one he’s ever wanted to kiss. [Two boys talking in the dark as they fall asleep, entwined. Killugon, cuddlefluff. Set during episode 37.] lights out + window facing an ill-kept front yard plums on the tree heavy with nectar prayers to summon the destroying angel moon stuttering in the sky like a film stuck in a projector and you you - tallahassee, the mountain goats + Gon’s bed is soft. He hasn’t slept in it for six months, and yet it still smells like him. Killua, eyes to the wall, on the cusp of sleep, wonders when he became weird enough to notice that sort of thing in the first place, wonders when Gon’s scent became that much of a familiarity to him at all. (He knows deep down, of course, that he’s never really been normal anyway, but this is a different kind of