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He is focused on Gin’s expression now, intent on understanding. So rarely they’ve talked like this, and he has been so absorbed in his own matters that he failed to consider. But no matter how aloof he appears, it’s not as if he doesn’t care, either. He is listening.

DOES he really want that? Ryuunosuke’s immediate response would have been a NO. If there is such a desire within him, he’s tucked it deep down and far out of sight, whether out of necessity or denial. Wishes like those are reserved for people privileged to lead lives that haven’t been dragged through the mud from the very moment they were born, forced to fight with tooth and nail in every waking hour just for survival. There has never been any such opportunity.

No, that’s not true.

No matter how much it’s seemed this way in his mind, that he must always have been doing, doing, striving, on his own because he was gifted, or because he has to prove something to himself or someone else, and considered himself isolated, there has in fact always been a certain person right there, if he had stopped to look just once.

If Gin were to look back at him, her brother’s gaze has suddenly dropped to the table. Not because he’s ceased to give her his attention this time; but he’s broken his unyielding stare.

“…No.” He says it, quietly. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

❁                   with fingers pinching at the white fabric of their dress and knuckles the center of their attention, they can feel a slight chill down their spine. they worry that their words will fall wrong, that he’ll become defensive and they’ll be back at square one. she’s shocked that rather than a grunt of disapproval, she hears something unexpected. eyes shining pale grey widen and hair falls over her face in its usual way as she looks up suddenly, knuckles still clinging to the fabric on her lap.

seeing him like this is quite strange. not that she hasn’t seen it before - but it’s been far too long for her to remember it clearly. they’d grown used to living in the shadow of the brother who held a gift so terrifyingly monstrous. rashomon never frightened her ; the ability had a soft - spot in her heart, despite the horrors that occurred at the hands of her brother now, it was once the reason for their survival. but she couldn’t help but connect their arrival into the mafia and the distance that separated them now to the way others see such an ability. gin shakes her head with a sigh that says nothing more than “it’s fine”. never one to speak too much, afraid of the sound of her own voice after suppressing it for so long, communication is most often done through the sounds of these sighs as well as various facial differences seen above the mask. 

@assassinsbled   ( gin )   /   starter call.

“   which one   ?   ”   two bottles of nail polish are held out before them.   one a sharp vermillion hue   ,   the other a seemingly illuminescent shade of ash.

ABOUT MIKAGE (oc)

"kill anyone who my daughter tsujimura mizuki tries to kill right before she kills them."

host: tsujimura mizuki ability: yesterday’s shadow tag (kino no kagefumi)

❁                   not many memories that linger in her broken mind are ones she thinks of fondly - rather, she’d much prefer to forget them and there are quite a few that she has succeeded in losing. when the mind is put under so much strain, it can only do it’s best to protect the soft shell of a girl that carries it around. the memory of meeting him, however, is one she remembers every day, the fondest of all the memories mary has - she thinks of it with eyes glossed over and curved lips.  “ of course i remember. ”

that day she’d been adorned in the best clothing and accessories, worth more than anything else in the room with her outfit alone. she couldn’t say she had been enjoying herself but the sour taste of wine had slid down her throat with ease, allowing herself to feel a light hum and tingle through her limbs. the steps she made were accompanied by the clicking of her heels, slow but confident, as she made her way through the cliques of people preparing to enter a music hall. it wasn’t until she was seated in her family’s private booth, enjoying the scenery and dimming lights overhead that she took notice of what it was she was watching exactly. 

in all honesty, she’d only showed up as a favor to her father who could use her as a way into the world of musical geniuses. it was easy for her to insert herself into the chattering of other musicians and onlookers after the show considering her own name being a popular topic in the conversations. they were lucky that she graced them with her own presence. it wasn’t the gossiping, middle aged women who lived on their husbands’ ceo incomes that she was interested in though. rather, it was the flower she’d watched bloom on the stage, fully engulfed in music as if he hadn’t had thousands of eyes watching him. she’d given him a smile with a bit of fire in her eyes, falling in love just at the sight of him. her own heart seemed to have stopped beating in her chest and her breath was caught in her lungs.

brought back to the current question that fyodor asks, she gives him that same smile - the smile that has enough mischief hidden under the surface to be frighteningly beautiful - an invitation for trouble.  “ how could i forget something like that? that was the day my life really began you know. ”  with a step away so that her back faces him, she clasps her hands together and turns her head just barely to peek at him.  “ i’d probably be dead somewhere if it wasn’t for meeting you. honestly i was a walking corpse even before that moment... you gave me something to live for. ”