#deatheir

akutagawa glared at the other from the corner of his eye before rolling them and turning his attention back in front. the feeling was mutual — but there was a lack of available partners at that particular moment. it would also be foolish to not take into account how well they work together, despite the mild animosity that still lingers around a bit.

he shifted a bit, turning to the side, his gaze peeking out at atsushi. his attention stayed focused on him for a few seconds before he closed them, a small sigh escaping slightly parted lips. ❝ i don't need your help. you can sit back like a good weretiger and not get in my way. ❞ he didn't think for a second atsushi would agree to that but he wasn't in any position to complain. if anything, akutagawa felt like he should be the one making a fuss out of the pairing. not that he would do that now, the damned weretiger ruined it but it didn't stop him from telling him to stay put.

{ i logged into my nico blog specifically to deadpan at this post. nico says ‘ur hilarious’

" Yosano-San! " Even if he knows, even if he's oh so well aware she'll be fine, her PROTECTING him like this always made his heart leap to his throat. He knows she'll be fine, but it always stirs up unease, he doesn't like her having to do it even as apart of his plans. Because yes, despite it all? He has a heart deep down, he has a soft spot for her. She was like the LITTLE SISTER he never had, one he wanted to protect. (not to say he didn't want to protect all of the agency, he just so happens to hold the woman in a special place in his heart few had privileges' to as his family.)

Ayatsuji sits back in his chair, one hand holding his pipe, the other, holding his book. Eyes scan over the pages, not even bothering to glance up when he hears the door open or when Tsujimura begins trying to talk to him. Instead, he takes in a breath, then exhales smoke.

"Coffee, the same as usual- Also Sou and Mei would like treats-" The calico and the black cat perk at the sound of their names "-there is fresh fish in the fridge for them."

@deatheir asked: “ it’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier. ” (yosano and tsuji!)

"I believe a doctor's job is to heal, regardless, I am not look it, but I can handle a few thugs." Honestly he can't help that smile forming on his lips, fingers curled into the arm of the man who had stabbed him, keeping him there. Sure blood was falling and staining his clothes- but he doesn't feel the pain it came with.

@deatheir asked: " we're friends . friends tell each other things . " (niimi and yuno!)

A small pout as Niimi looks away from Yuno's gaze, he gets it, he shouldn't hid things, he shouldn't do bad things. "Fine.... I tricked the guy into thinking a giant monster was trying to eat him- But he deserved it!" Was it an appropriate use of magic- No- Was it kinda funny to watch a grown man soil himself and cry? Yes.

you  close  your  eyes     &     inhale,      ( melancholy  shaped  flesh  with  saltwater  wounds:     consumed  in  your  wake,     in  every  step )      uneven  breaths  pull  like  a  stitch,     unraveling  at  threaded  veins:     you  don't  know  what  awaits  you,     dread  beads  sweat  on  the  back  of  your  neck     -     licking  at  it  with  a  barbed  tongue     [ . . . ]     comfort  replaces,     for  a  hollow  of  bones  in  your  ribcage:     stuck,     like  splinters     -     under  nail  beds  that  are  uncomfortable  to  move      ( cobalt  eyes  stare  at  the  door  of  the  butterfly  estate )

you're  a  kid  again,     seven.     adults  talk.      ( crazy,     insane,     imaginative:     they  call  you  as  you  swear  on  bloodied fingertips  that  your  sister  was  devoured )      bones crunched  in  between  teeth  discordant  into  open  air.     [ . . . ]     the  feel  of  the  cold  wind,     biting  sore  lungs  when  you  breathe:     the  sun,     warmth  on  your  back.

sigh  an  instinct.          ❛          sorry  to  intrude.          ❜          mumbled  with  the  door  opening,     you've  become  a  devour  of  agony:     pelagic  child  drowned  open  eyed  to  the  moonlight     [ . . . ]     the  servants,     rushing:     quick  to  your  presence     -     you  barely  make  overlapping  dialogue,     an  attempt  to  calm  them  down.     until  one  shrieks,

❛          @deatheir  woke  in  the  night!          ❜

anxiety     —     is  it?     anxiety,     anticipation.     comes  to  you     &     cradles  as  a  briny,     saltwater  crypt:     pooled  into  confines  of  your  stomach      ( held  'pon  the  pedestal  of  your  heart )      graceful  on  your  feet,     like  water  that  forms  ripples:     quickly,     do  you  race  the  wooden  hallways     -     her  room  has  been  mapped,     on  the  back  of  your  hand      ( you  could  find  it  in  the  darkest  of  nights )     &     the  sight  of  her.     awake,     alive.     breathing,     sitting  up.     it  makes  your  heart  twinge.

❛          kanae.          ❜          the  informality  curses  your  tongue,     it's  come  quick.     she's  always  scolded  you  for  calling  her  kocho-san,     been  persistent.     that  was  her  name     &     you  owe  this  much  to  her.          ❛          kanae,     you're  ...     awake.          ❜

꒰ྀི ✧ — @deatheir asked: "You don't want to rush into things. You can't undo them later." (jeanne and mikhail!)

↳ -: ˚ʚ ( Assorted Media Sentences, Vol. 8 ) ɞ˚ :-

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. Why was he even trying to approach him ? He already knew that the answer would be the same; that his Brother would NOT accompany him in his quest to save their FATHER. Even to that very moment, he still couldn't understand why his BROTHER chose some random vampires over their FAMILY.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤMoonlit blue hues stare downward at the HAND gripping his darkened sleeve. Those eyes trail upwards; following the hand that would lead to one of thoseㅤ—ㅤRANDOM VAMPIRES.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWith a frustrated SCOWL; he attempts to pull his arm away from the other woman. He remembered her all too WELL after all.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤI'll have you know, Mademoiselleㅤ—ㅤI can RUSH into things as much as I please ! Especially when it comes to Brother !ㅤ❜