May 1, 2016
holy shit it just occured to me that serpentâs crew might be not splits from us but they might actually be a sub system
.............now that i think about it itâs probably not thoughÂ
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holy shit it just occured to me that serpentâs crew might be not splits from us but they might actually be a sub system
.............now that i think about it itâs probably not thoughÂ
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It started, probably, from the simple fact that despite all his faults and dominant temperament, Yanagisawa Ichirou was a man of patience.
When his little, adorable fuck toy told him - and with such sweet struggle, too - that his other toy snatched him away, and they will no longer be seeing each other, Ichirou acted visibly heartbroken and betrayed, but understanding. He didnât make a scene, he didnât threaten or try hard to make Masaomi uncomfortable; he knew that his expression of betrayal and choked tone of voice did the trick, but he eventually let the boy go.
He could wait. And right from this moment, he started to think - not obsess about, mind you, but think in his free time - about ways to teach his two boys just why it was not a good idea to say no to him.
And as his sister proposed they invite Kurashi and his boyfriend over for dinner a year after that, Ichirou couldnât help but love the idea. All he needed was some time alone with the two. Separately.
âDid you even love me?â
The words were sharp and filled with hardly masked pain - or at least, a carefully acted one - and they had the effect Ichirou desired them for. Masaomi seemed surprised, maybe even a bit guilty..? Ichirou decided to dig up the latter a bit more.
âHappy...â he said quietly, narrowing his chocolate eyes and looking away. There was a bitter, pained expression on his face, though he made it appear and disappear, as if he struggled not to show it.
Ichirou was a wonderful actor.
âOf course you are happy.â he continued after a moment, the bitter expression firmer now on his face. âWhy wouldnât you be? Kurashi is a wonderful person, after all. No wonder you decided heâs better than me.âÂ
There was no bite or accusation in his words; Ichirou didnât need one. He knew he will achieve more if he posed as the victim, rather than as an angry, jealous ex.
âAnd I suppose youâre right... in the light of you abandoning me, you having cheated on me for months behind my back was easier to swallow...â the raven laughed with soft melancholy before shaking his head.
âIâm sorry. I doubt you want to listen to a fool bringing up old wounds...â Ichirou sighed softly, finally turning his eyes, carefully set to look with livid pain into Masaomiâs own.
âYou didnât answer my question. Thatâs the only thing I want from you now. Did you even love me? Back then, when I offered you myself, when I said I loved you and you answered in kind... did you really love me? Or was it just a lie, seeing how easily your love switched to someone else?â
@venenatis-mordeo
                                  Terumi was staring at him with the usual cold look, while studying the features of that kid, or maybe it was better to say that vessel? That artificial body moving and thought on freely, had host him without flinching, accepting him in his fullness, listening with an almost religious devotion to his words, trying to meet and exceed his will.
        âYou have not changed âŚâ
                                    The serpent said, while noting as trembling the guy before him, as he felt his shyness, his fear slid toward him. Well, at least that was what Terumi was feeling that moment, whose pale lips curled into a smile rather sadistic. His tongue flicked in a loud pop, like the lash of a whip.
       âAre not you happy to see me? Or are you afraid?â
 Afraid?
No, that was definitely not it. If anything Kazuma would at first say he was annoyed by Terumi. The man who seemingly comes out of nowhere, giving vague hints on how to restore his memory, and appearing in his dreams alongside the man who he believed to be Relius Clover.
He had no reason to be afraid of him.
But he was curious. Curious to how he came to him, how he knew him. The pieces didn't fit unless he was definitely someone from his lost past, but even then the had no idea what kind of man he was, or the relationship they shared.
"You haven't given me a reason to be scared of you, Terumi..." he rebukes, not directly answering his question.
"However... I don't think you've come to just chat... I haven't obtained the Azure, and no matter how hard I search in the Grand Library, I come up dry. " His expression turned sullen.
"Terumi, I'm beginning to feel as though this Azure doesn't exist...."
