life's better on saturn . . .

"........That's   an   abrupt   request   ...."   she   did   not   question   him   on   how   he   knew   her,   not   when   there   was   a   statue   of   the   hero's   party   in   this   very   town.

"May   I   ask   why?   I   doubt   I   have   anything   all   that   interesting   to   offer   you   ...."

He doesn’t expect a yes out of her… yet. But he’s a persistent thing, and he’s certain that he’ll get one out of her before she leaves the town. 

--- ❝ Oh? I thought, well, with you being the strongest and all - ❞ ALOOFLY did she steal another book from his pile, placing in its designated spot on the shelf -- she had SYSTEM going right now, hopefully he managed to follow it. ❝ - that you would be abroad often. I guess I didn't consider the fact that most of the more dangerous cases would be here in Japan. ❞ Made sense it did, however, since CURSES had a higher density here -- & sorcerers were of a greater number, many born here and Emily being one of the lesser few found elsewhere.

❝ About me, though? Well, I grew up in the middle of nowhere in England. ❞ A RARE case was she as she had been born into a family of non-sorcerers, but apparently an ancestor of hers had been a proficient one & Emily was the first born into her line since. ❝ I was the only sorcerer, but my father managed to find a good teacher for me. ❞ Was she side eyeing him a little ??? Perhaps, though it was less on the SNIDE side and more so on the HUMOUROUS one ( smile pricking the corners of her lips ). ❝ She didn't pawn off tasks onto me, you see? Unlike some teachers - I'm joking, don't pout! I know you're a good teacher! ❞

❝　of course people would compliment that. they are stunning features,　❞　she begins as her head slightly cants to the side,　❝　but stating the obvious is too easy, which reminds me of something my ancestors used to do. many were scribes, you know, keepers of information. something they loved to do was describe people in great detail,　❞　pages, endless seemingly, as if the smallest of descriptions were important in identifying each & every important individual that was crucial in aiding the bae family,　❝　your lashes. maybe people get far too caught up in how stunning your eyes are⸻　& i'll be honest, i'm no exception. but the way they frame your eyes, it's　...　otherworldly, like, hm　...　frost,　❞　she was no poet, her capability of explaining in the depth that her ancestors did in those old texts, she couldn't compete, unable to even fathom the heart & soul they pot into every word but perhaps, with the softness she speaks her words⸻　it would be enough,　❝　your smile, the curve of your lips, they might say when looking at you, anyone can tell you have such a charming smile, satoru. one that slips into hearts⸻　maybe even breaks them too.　❞　

a sigh, a shake to her head,　❝　that's what i'd say, both as jae & someone trying to be just like my ancestors. just as myself, i'd say i think your nose is pretty cute too, just as an extra, since i'm feeling sooo generous today. i'm not the kind to have favorites⸻　i think your ego would explode if i told you.　❞

His cocky grin softens then. Stunning. He’s heard that before, and he still preens when he hears it from her mouth. He’s stunning and he knows it, with his striking blue eyes and cloudy white hair – imposing stature, and muscular body that’s equal parts genetics and equal parts hard work. But he pauses in his preening to keep listening, because he knows Jae enough to know that she won’t just stop there – no, she’ll wax poetics, and that’s something he likes about her. Maybe something he likes about her family, too, since they’re keen on that. But it’s mostly her that he likes. “Frost.” He echoes, batting said lashes at her. He’s a winter child – and maybe it’s befitting that his lashes are akin to the snow moon he was born under. He’s rarely heard people compliment that specifically, so it catches him off guard a little, and he falls quiet a moment as he listens to her speak. “Would you believe me if I told you that I’ve hardly broken hearts?” That his was the one more broken? 

He lowers his gaze and shakes his head.

“There’s no way my ego would implode! Keep going. I mean, only if you can.” That cocky grin returns and he reaches a hand over to poke her nose. 

“beware; for i am fearless, and therefore powerful.”

“life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and i will defend it.”

“i have love in me, the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage, the likes of which you would not believe.”

“if i cannot satisfy one, i will indulge the other.”

“if i cannot inspire love, i will cause fear!”

“there is something at work in my soul, which i do not understand.”

“man, how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!”

“i wish to be allowed to speak.”

“make me happy, and i shall again be virtuous.”

“i was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend.”

“you accuse me of murder.”

“listen to me, ( name ).”

“accursed creator!”

“learn from me”

“i am alone and miserable.”

“only someone as ugly as i am could love me.”

“i shall need no other happiness.”

“it was the secrets of heaven and earth that i desired to learn.”

“i do not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.”

“why did i not die?”

“i was doomed to live.”

“be men, or be more than men.”

“this ice is not made of such stuffs as your hearts may be.”

“i am malicious because i am miserable.”

“why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?”

“farewell.”

“my spirit will sleep in peace.”

“i looked upon the sea; it was to be my grave.”

“do you share my madness?”

“soon these burning miseries will be extinct.”

“you shall repent of the injuries you inflict.”

“devil, do you dare approach me?”

“evil thenceforth became my good.”

“my reign is not over yet.”

“follow me.”

"Was   there   something   you   needed   from   me?"   tone   was   stoic,   the   expression   pon   her   ivory   features   unreadable   ..... 

 "I   was   in   the   middle   of   basking   in   the   sun   ...."

"Double life, huh? I suppose you could say that, yes. I work hard so that I can play hard, you know?" He hums, taking a heavier swig of his drink. "Plus, we're not going to be young forever - gotta have fun while I still can." Suguru works his ass off in school, giving his all to maintain perfect grades - he deserves to let loose on the weekends, doesn't he? That's how he justifies it, anyways, although he is admittedly a little self-conscious when the two sides of himself are compared. He keeps it separate for a reason - those who know him as the hardworking honor student would surely see him differently if they knew what he got up to in his free time, and the one-night stands, well... The less they knew the better. But it seems like Satoru isn't interested in knowing him as just a vague concept, but as a whole person. That's not usually the way this worked, but Suguru likes him so far, so he'll go with it for now.

It’s nice to hear someone as sly as Suguru be so candid about his double life. He can relate … in a way. After all, Satoru’s not just playing star student, but he’s a star athlete and starboy of the Gojo family, one of the largest energy providers in the country. While he might act like he doesn’t care about the reputation he’s accrued from either of those things, everything he does has been by meticulous design. He's got to have fun somewhere down the line, doesn't he? Maybe that's where they're alike.

“Why, I never.” Suguru’s got him there. That very reputation has made Satoru Gojo a popular guy, and he has no shortage of suitors between men and women across universities and cities – in fact, even now he can feel eyes on him – less so speaking of how he sticks out for not meeting the gothy vibe of the venue, but moreso his otherworldly appearance. White hair, blue eyes. Glasses at night. Pretty face that he’s well aware of having. He feels like it’s only natural that Suguru brings that into question, though he can’t help but feign being wounded by the insinuation that Suguru is a conquest. Does he want Suguru bad? Sure. Will he stop once he’s got him? Well, they’d have to see, won’t they? “Would it surprise you if I told you that I was actually interested in you? I’m not looking for something easy, no. I’m hardly looking for a notch in my belt… call me cheesy, but maybe I want another connection. I mean, if you were willing to give that a shot with me.” 

Satoru finishes his drink. He can feel warmth fluishing his cheeks and a light buzz going on already, giving him a little more courage to keep speaking to Suguru. It’s not that he finds him intimidating … he simply doesn’t want to mess this up. It was hard enough pinpointing Suguru’s next location – if he lost him, he feels like he’d never be able to live it down.