#amplichor

     “You’re the one who wanted to arrange cat play dates, @amplichor. Koro-chan is a princess, she will not be bothered by the likes of peasants! Didn’t I tell you beforehand?” 

     ―      pain tends to fade against the pressurizing burden of the eldests heart, a forgoing of human emotions to remain calm and concise and ready at any given moment, and especially so in their current world where curses and sorcerer's can freely traipse about as if they own the world. This Oni-san cannot be left weakened in any aspect anymore, and yet he can feel that resolve has begun to crack. a thin line splitting off into branches stretching toward the edge of his control, by a single 'hello' and 'goodbye'.

     You said goodbye without a single bit of hesitation. It doesn’t sound sweet at all, no way. 

But why? She got what she came for ( updates that could be made over the phone, a catchup between sister schools, a more important catchup between brothers ) the only other option was to leave now. But why had it bothered him so much that she could say goodbye to him so easily? She had to return home, she knew she was welcome in Tokyo. Couldn't she just stick around?

please call to me.

@amplichor: 🃏   ─  wildcard !  choose your own activity ! / 🎅🏻  ─  be each other’s secret santa

nanami held a gift wrapped in white wrapping paper with small but numerous blue and silver snowflakes. it seemed to weigh nothing in his hand as he held it out toward its recipient.

he was acquainted with utahime, having met her on multiple occasions and even getting to know her some. they shared a near identical lack of respect for gojo but that was pretty much the extent of their interactions. he supposed getting her for the secret santa wasn't all that bad but there was a sense of uncertainty at the gift he had gotten. nanami supposed the element of surprise and uncertainty was what led many to find the christmas tradition fun. it was the thought that counted at least.

There’s contemplation in her next actions, where she sits up and is propped by her elbows, how hurriedly fingers grasp for the phone — the way he’s the second name down ( oh that’s embarrassing isn’t it ? ) hesitation follows, fingers hovering over the keyboard before she’s typing out a message.

[TXT ] : are you up ?

        There’s a staleness in the air that circulates whenever he isn’t home. Heaviness that weighs into the bone, piercing through, all he wants is slumber - it will never come. By the few parsley hours that are spent, the sun will rise again && another day that demands responsibility will gnaw upon him. Face first, into the softness of the bedding, a living quarter that was uniquely his own - can a God even reign in such a shamble of a domain? Oh, it doesn’t matter. Moonlight cascades over his lanky form, slowly slipping down the comforter, knees wanting to hit the hardwood floor. Silence && isolation was the crux of the Gojo Clan, to remain solitary was to hear the echo of the cosmos, a mantra that was repeated a thousand times to pacify their ever growing discontent. He could laugh, century old traditions were engraved in the flesh && he loathed each one with a fervor.

    There’s a gaping wound he does not speak of, the lull of the purring engine && neon lights fit the backdrop, he hates these conversations - loathes them. The radio continues to play a song that doesn’t quite fit his taste, something bitter is brewing on his tongue, there’s a common language they share, he can sense it but won’t ask. “I heard people grow kinder, learn, mature, whatever lies they tell themselves” love was like a knife, into the jugular then the back, he often prayed it would pierce the flesh of his heart && rid this life of another vicious cycle. A tiredness that lingers behind the luminosity of azure hues, it’s uncannily uncomfortable, he wants to arrogantly retort - enough, such topics were lost upon him, he would speak of this no more. That cruelty only spawned from the ache that hadn’t quite mended itself, often at times, he pondered if it ever could.

         All that was spat up could be mangled bits && bones, particles of what was && could never be, “Personally, I think that’s just a lie - does anything ever end so sweetly? The knowledge of knowing another soul intimately only to wish for their demise or maybe your own” the idle shrug, then there is an exhale, for a split second he can see it; you know that sorrow, don’t you, maiden? Though Satoru laughs, infused with a murkiness && eerie nature, cold to the touch as if stripping away the jubilant persona that reigned.

❝ you should get some rest, you know . . . ❞ soft blue eyes meet her own, concern creasing in the space between his eyebrows. tone dips into something much sweeter , ❝ have you been sleeping okay ? ❞

nitta figures out something's weird the moment the alarm goes off ( not the usual sound ), her hand can't reach for it ( not the usual place on the nightstand ), the ceiling is painted of a beautiful bright color when her eyes finally open ( her ceiling is a sad gray that goes along well with the dark tones of her furniture ). what the fuck is her first thought - utahime's head resting on her shoulder coming as a second surprise in an already too packed morning.

"are we late? i think we're late." there's a tinge of anxiety in her tone, the awareness of it being a week day suddenly downing her. the managers are probably waiting at the office already for today's briefings. "sorry, but i think i have to go." she truly is apologetic as body reluctantly pulls away from the older sorcerer's, the embarrassing search for yesterday's clothes coming to an end when utahime has enough of her rustling around.

YOU CAN BORROW MY SHIRT.

Helping Utahime to her feet, despite her assurance, Sasuke still gives her a quick scan. Starting from the top of her messy hair all the way to her feet, everything seems to be in place. Once assured of his own assessment, he releases her hand before motioning with his head toward his other hand. "Broken from the fall. The pain is manageable for now, but if I move it the pain spikes." Unfortunately he doesn't have anything to wrap it in, to keep it in place if he needs to move quickly.

"We should find cover and get our bearings." Sasuke says switching back to their current predicament. Breathing out his frustration, he reigns in his focus.

Trees loom all around them and the noises of night creatures sound every few seconds. The curse teleported them somewhere deep in a forest. All they have are the clothes on their back and whatever is in their pockets. In Sasuke's case it's not much.