#dcgfight

❝ hey — that look's not gonna work on me. if you don't wanna be told off, then don't disobey a fuckin' order. i'm not taking you with me again if you can't keep your goddamn impulses in check. clear? ❞

He's getting in between them to force distance. Honestly, these two.... Always getting on each other's nerves...

"....I don't know what you two did or said to each other, but... let's get along, please.... and don't um... bully her, Izuru...."

ETERNAL FRIENDSHIP BRACELET. A handmade bracelet made by weaving several threads together. They say that if you create one once, you can never cut it again.

          ❝ ... ❞ Shuichi hesitated handing the bracelet over, gripping it tighter than he likely should've been. Considering the existing tension between the two of them, perhaps this was fate. A chance at a fresh start, or something like that. A peace offering. ❝ I know we got off to a rough start.. but, would you accept this? ❞

“ i  hope  you  choke  on  every  fucking  word  you  said. “ @dcgfight

❝   funny,   ❞   she   taunts,   ❝   you   seem   to   be   more   of   the   choking   type.   if   you're   even   smart   enough   to   get   what   i   mean.   ❞

oh, haven't you heard he's perfectly content to use loopholes?

❝ YOU'RE SAYING THAT LIKE I give a shit. like i'm any better. doesn't mean i'm gonna leave your sorry ass to be killed. ❞ they say it like an accusation, like vitriol. ever the walking contradiction: actions speak louder, but words cut deep.

it doesn't take much effort for persephone to sling iako into their arms. it's not comfortable. the prosthetics are cold, hard angles jutting out into her body, each step jostling the knife buried deep into the smaller woman's torso. ❝ humans are pieces of shit by nature, mutt. far as the world is concerned, it's better off if you keep hurting people. they fucking deserve it. ❞

dumbass. persephone could have tanked that blow easily.

she's lost too much blood to be carried far. seph's got to act fast — which means, unfortunately, compromising one of her hideouts just to repay a goddamn debt to this little runt. fucking hell. it's a short trip, but the city has been plunged into the deepest cold this winter; there's a reason no one is out tonight. without thinking, they shift iako in their arms to press her closer to the heat of their body.

it's a flurry of motion once they plunge up the stairs and past the triple-locked door, the upper unit of an otherwise abandoned apartment building. unfurnished room, cement floor. a cot yanked from a closet, scratchy underneath her. flashes of persephone's face, dark-metal palms, lancing pain when they compress the wound and pull out the blade; quick-coagulant; hissing exhales, swears under her breath, stitches, warmth on iako's forehead and neck. their touch is not gentle. it's firm, rough, inconsiderate of causing further pain in the course of treating the deeper cause.