✘ kurusu .
Oh. Did he not like that? Akira’s blank expression looked back at him. Head tilting ever so slightly.
“ …. “
• Agree. • Disagree. • Suggest that he enjoyed that.
“Not particularly. (We all don’t have barns, Akechi.)”
Of course, he would keep touching his face. Smirk held in place for an instant, before vanishing a split second later.
“Would you prefer I (bite) you next time?”
❝ . . . ❞
anger flashes in the depths of crimson irises with the boy’s response. he thinks it a game, does he? to push the envelope and dig under the trickster’s skin for a laugh? but it is a game, loki knows. they are pawns to a god’s game and loki is no fool to believe there will be a winner.
it is his contractor’s name which centers loki to the present. that’s right─he is not himself. he is goro akechi. not a damned and scorned false god whom desired nothing but to tear down which restrains him. to, albeit futility, destroy whom has reduced him to this miserable existence. though in doing so, loki is aware he would only further chain himself to be pulled along to another’s whim. the thought brings the trickster down from his rapturous temper; lips do not curl into a foul snarl as he so wishes. no, loki is too aware of his image to allow something so insignificant chip away at his façade. he has better control than that.
❝ ever the joker, i see. ❞
his words mingle on a voice which is not his own─the timbre of a soft spoken boy who so meticulously plans day in and day out his daily life. a child whom loki is bound; whom he reflects the core feelings of, and yet does not. ( they are, ultimately, one in the same ) on his lips rests a soft curl which a laugh would come to pass. and with that same television-ready attitude, loki continues:
❝ pushing our boundaries today, too? that bravery is admirable, kurusu-kun. i’m afraid i’ll have to decline your advances. i’ve been so busy with tv interviews as of late that i would hate to have something lead to irrelevant questions. ❞










