𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚢.

finally forced myself to stop piddling around and solidify his back story !! while i’m doing so, if you want to be part of his canon , please let me know and we can plot something !! 

for example : to be part of his backstory, that means every verse he has, your muse will exist in it / have some form of relationship with him. birdie’s aito will be his canon childhood best friend for every verse he has and exist in some shape or form, so if you want to be an ex - partner , ex - rival / rival , childhood best friend, past or current fwb , etc ...

It made his stomach drop, breakfast long forgotten about as the Spider didn't need to be told twice as a wisp of fox fire dances in his minds eye, not as he launched himself through the tree branches, swinging from vine and roots, to climb higher and soar farther. It was a hard line to dash through the greenery - but the need was like a hot iron under his feet. The need to get their before something happened because his soul knew, this anger wasn't anyone else's but one of the most kind hearted kitsune he knows.

With claws strengthening with each push towards the forestry grounds, a little clearer and wider for bodies to settle in. The spider for once didn't linger in shadows, instead, with a burst of leaf, twig and web - did the body of the lanky demon float in a slowed motion as gaze stared in all worry and glory of his friends anger. Worry, the place was empty, thankfully but the emotions were high. Landing with a bounce, a swift turn and a sudden latching into the Fox's frame. Hachirou's hands cradled the fox's crown, two arms around his middle, another two taking hold of Lanzo's fists that clenched within this growing fire.

His cheek on top their head, but even if he was firmly wrapped around the fox, his grip was only slight, he wasn't to restrict such a beast, but to guide him to a better place. To hold him stable, to support him in the need that made the flight or fight response change into ' save him ' instead. "I'm here, I'm here... It's okay."

if it came down to it, could you put me down to save everyone else?

the former familiar had presented the question in midst of their lunch, causing the other to freeze mid motion as they rose the bowl of soup to their mouth, mouth agape and eyes wide at the sudden and grave inquiry. 

backpedaling, lanzo waved a dismissive hand in apology, smile apologetic and expression sheepish at having soured the mood and having upset him. there was reason behind such an abrupt proposition, but rather than elaborate further, he decided to pass it off as something theoretical or out of mere curiosity. 

“ i’m merely posing a query, my friend. i’m sorry for causing distress. ”

the other had abandoned their meal and circled around the table without delay, an octet of fuzzy arms entangling the spirit’s frame tightly, assuring the other that he would undergo countless trials and experimentations to calm him down before ever considering causing lethal farm to him. he’d subdue, give him copious amounts of sleep medication, shoot a tranquilizer dart, restrain him without aggression, employ iron fetters until he came to his senses, this and that…

“ alright, alright. i was just curious. ” relief brightened hachirou’s face along with a rising smile, and lanzo returned it with one of his own, albeit inwardly strained and poignant. “the food’ll get cold if you keep hugging me, you lug.”

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it wasn’t working. it wasn’t working. it wasn’t working. an embrace intended to cool him down and return tranquility and ease his unrest resulted in him thrashing and squirming in his hold. his rage had subsided somewhat, but the agitation and anguish continued to rampage and tear him apart from the inside, internal strife causing utter turmoil in his mental and forcing him to resist the compelling urge to break each individual leg to free himself. 

        KILL HIM.

he couldn’t. he can’t. he’d never forgive himself if he so much as plucked a single hair off of hachirou. hachirou was hardly restricting him, but the sensation was suffocating and stifling nonetheless as his body ached to set about and wreck havoc and lay waste to the forest and its surrounding lands and leave nothing but soot, ash, and bones. 

to bear centuries worth of guilt for the devastation he caused while being the familiar of his former master… the wreckage he brought about and rendered irreparable, the number of lives he took indiscriminately of young and old, the families he sundered and left bereft and full of grief… he wanted to eliminate the source of the anguish and torment. to do away with what was bringing him misery. rather than repent and make amends, this option seemed faster, far easier, and within reach… all he had to do was get these arms off of him, even if it was warm and tender.

        ‘ hey... remember that timeline with that cliff ? how about we find another one and RECREATE IT ? ’

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        it’s not me.

                it’s not me.

        ‘ aside from wanting to bury myself in your thighs and thank every higher power out there for the meal, you’ve gotten way too close for my comfort and it’s frightening. it’s like you crawled under my skin without me noticing, settled in, and made yourself at home. and i don’t want to evict you. ’ defenses were breached without his notice  /  every anguished attempt to keep her at bay, how he went to great lengths to keep her at arms length, all those desperate last ditch efforts... it didn’t work. it was all futile. 

        one of the very few that were exempt from having to deal with his bullshit. the magnate inhales deeply, sharply expelling a defeated sigh knowing that, when someone waits for you for decades, or even possibly even centuries, a well - deserved break was the least he could do to make up for his constant departures.

        sobriety is a distant memory / he grapples with his fleeting clarity, coherence slipping away from his fingers and coming to blows with his inner self begging to reclaim control and restore soundness of mind : slowly it all clicks together. even through blurred sight and wavering resolve, his sense of reasoning takes flight as he frames jui - en’s face in his hands, his hold gentle yet resolute, and just as the timer ticking down to midnight finally hits zero, their lips meet with unrestrained fervor, full of vigor and ardor, with lanzo acting first in order to keep the other locked in place and to keep their eyes locked. as everyone else around them erupts with enthusiasm while clamoring together feverishly,  his expression is that of stone: unmoving, placid.