#executefaces

@executefaces​ asked: door .  hold a door open for my muse. (hey so imagine after a double face performance...)

Loud & Deafening Silence // Accepting!

You have the decency to feel ashamed for the twinge of fear that settles in your gut― not that you’re scared of Mikejima, though (you hope). Rather, you’re fearful of that all too familiar aura clinging to him, which you had noticed since today’s performance as a member of “Double Face” began (and likely existed before it started, too). It’s unsettling, too reminiscent of the War and even his time with the Shinkai Cult (both as a member and as its enemy). In fact, you’d call it downright sinister. Far from the loving, caring, protective “Mama” you knew. Not that even that was his true self... But as much as that mask annoys you, this feels like far too much of an extreme as well. A far more dangerous one too, both to himself and to others. This is that rogue you were taught to hate for so long, and even if you no longer harbor such resentment... You don’t want this. Where has your beloved gone?

...How long has he been gone? 

Oh, but you still follow, even if you are afraid and uncertain. You meet him after his show is finished, watching him part ways with that child that reeks of the same aura (much less the upbeat kind of unnerving, though) after what seems like an all too serious conversation of whispers that you fear you could guess the subject of. You allow him to wrap an arm around your waist after he hugs you in greeting which you try not to think of as a mere farce to soothe the worry and suspicion undoubtedly etched into your features now, guiding (half dragging, because you seem to have forgotten how to work your feet in your stupor) you toward the exit. He only means to take you home, you hear him tell you as much even through your current daze, and you think nothing of it. But when he parts from you just to open the door for you, you suddenly feel like you can think and breathe again. It all comes rushing back to you in an instant, and when it does, you back away rather than come any closer. 

No, if you let him take you home and leave you there, you miss the chance to talk about this. If you leave it for another time, he’d just find some way to excuse it or maybe even tell you were just imagining things, even if likely everyone could call his strange behavior in these performances. And you simply can’t let this opportunity slip away, especially if it might help him (depending on how he takes it, anyway). After all, he has nowhere to run while you’re both still here. It’s the perfect chance to confront him in the act, is it not? Cruel as it might be... This is the only way to get through to Mikejima, you think. So you plant your feet firmly, refusing to budge. You know he won’t make you, though, even if he is more than capable of doing so. And you’re counting on him not having the heart to simply leave you behind to get out of this, too.

❝Close it. We’re not going anywhere yet.❞ Firm is your tone as you cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowed into a glare at the stranger man before you. ❝It is just the two of us here now, after all. The perfect opportunity to talk, don’t you think so?❞

❝So talk, rogue. What are you planning? You reek of that same terrible feeling you did back during the ‘war’, yet somehow worse if you’re letting it alter even your work as an idol. Why? What’s going on? Does that child have something to do with it? What are you really doing here?❞ You want to ask, too, why he’s gone back to this. Were you wrong in thinking the both of you were making progress in improving yourselves...? You know he’s a jaded and wartorn man, but is this not excessive? This has to be an extreme, a result of wandering too far, but how do you bring him back? Can you bring him back?

...Don’t think on that, actually. You know the kind of answer he’d give you for that, and you refuse to believe it. A hero always finds a way, after all. So you will do exactly that. But first...

@executefaces​ asked: 👀 + you blame me for leaving back then, don't you, kanata-san? do you... wish you never met me? or... maybe... wish i never came back? (accepting)

IS THIS HOW he felt every time she questioned him? like every word was another punch in the gut? like another shot to the chest, even? if that’s the case, no wonder he seemed withdrawn from her, like he had to walk on eggshells in her presence. it’s not like she wasn’t aware of her poor anger management as of late to begin with, but that’s beside the point. point is, his words weigh heavy on her, and the hesitance between them proves to be the feather on the precarious pile on her heart that finally makes it shatter.

yet, for several long moments (seconds? minutes? hours? she has no idea, lost track of time long before this point), she says nothing. kanata cannot even bring herself to look him in the eye, instead looking every which way with no real awareness as she tries to find her words.

how dare he, part of her thinks. doesn’t he know kanata struggles with expression? with language and emotions and everything that comes with trying to communicate them? how does he expect her to be able to properly answer him? 

she wants to, though. she has to at least try, so she spends all that time searching and racking her brain for answers. for the words she needs to tell him what he wants― needs― to know.

❝...i did,❞ comes a soft mumble. kanata still cannot look up to meet madara’s gaze, instead focusing on her wringing hands, the way they rapidly redden as she pulls and scratches more and more at her own skin. but if it hurts, she doesn’t show it, barely even registers it through the millions of other thoughts buzzing around in her head and her attempts to elaborate. ❝i did blame you, because you were sworn to stay by my side, even made these offers to get away. and even if i didn’t understand what you wanted us to get away from... it still meant something to me. a lot, even. so when you left and took all of that away, and every other good memory and the only friend and bit of care i ever knew... it hurt. i didn’t understand, so when everyone else said it was simply because you were a rogue seeking to harm what we’d built up and tear it down... i believed it. i was just desperate for some kind of answer, and i knew i’d never get one from you, so... i went with it. because i was stupid and naive, and i let them convince me to hate you.❞

a shaky inhale attempts to hold back the tears welling in her eyes, but it’s too little too late. they spill forth anyway, and each time she wipes them away, they’re just replaced immediately but fresh tears. it isn’t long before she gives up and resigns to meet his gaze with her own teary one. trying to offer a smile in the midst of it all.

❝i know now that isn’t the case, but nothing i say or do will make up for the things i said and did then. but... i never regretted you, madara. not once. nor will i ever. you are always going to be the best thing that happened to me, whether you accept that or not. you’re... you are the most important thing in my life, my most cherished, and i wouldn’t be where i am today if it weren’t for you. i wouldn’t know how to be human, to care and love the way i do now, if you hadn’t come back. so why would i wish otherwise? when i was so happy to see you again, even if i couldn’t and wouldn’t express it.❞

another pause, then slowly but surely, kanata reaches to cautiously take his hands into hers, just to link their fingers together and be able to give them a reassuring squeeze. or she hopes it’s reassuring, at least. communication is still such a pain, after all. 

@executefaces​ asked: 💋 madara wants a kiss from kuro... mayb... (accepting)

mikejima madara is a challenge in every conceivable way. to put up with, to keep under control, to predict― everything. but kuro’s favorite challenge from him is the fact that he’s difficult to fight. to outwit and outmaneuver, because the man is sharp, too. it makes it fun, when he starts these little bouts with kuro, even if he’s not about to admit it (because for some reason, he insists on keeping up the charade that madara is just a nuisance even when both of them know that’s not what he really thinks). and just like madara, these fights are impossible to predict too― either one could come out on top, although kuro thinks he really is losing what little edge he had over madara initially. or maybe that edge has been gone, and madara has just allowed him to win? or maybe he’s just gotten lucky. hell if he knows. anything is possible with this man.

regardless, he’s clearly lost this time around, what with the way he’s now been pinned down. kuro isn’t sure when the hell this became a wrestling match instead, but then again, when madara’s involved, there are never any rules. dirty tricks become fair game, and adherence to martial arts is thrown out the window. which, kuro thinks, is exactly why he’s lost. despite his history as a delinquent, he’s never been one for fighting dirty, and clearly madara doesn’t think or operate the same way. which is fine, since this is all just in good fun, but it does make kuro rather curious as to why he fights the way he does. especially when, sometimes, he swears he sees the briefest shift in madara’s eyes and his movements, like he’s striking to kill rather than just mess around.

kuro decides not to ask, though. not yet. he’ll save that for some other day, when he hasn’t just witnessed it and doesn’t think the adrenaline still rushing through their systems could bring it right back if he says the wrong thing.

not that he thinks that ill of madara, but kuro knows not to risk pushing the unpredictable too far. 

instead, he grins up at the man, chest heaving, and taps his arm twice.

❝alright, alright, you got me again. happy now, mikejima?❞ a huff of laughter, then he pulls the man down by the collar of his shirt, stopping just centimeters shy of actually meeting their lips together. ❝you’re as much of a pain as ever, you know? coming into my dojo after practice when i’m just trying to close it up for the night, demanding a fight. if i didn’t know any better, i might think you’re trying to take over my dojo~ but i know you’re not, so we’re good. still, a winner deserves a prize, no? a reward for all that effort. fortunately, i think i have something in mind for you~❞

with that, kuro pulls him down the rest of the way, meeting their lips in a kiss that is perhaps expectedly rough for someone like him (especially with that adrenaline still pumping)― but at the same time, it’s tender, too. nothing like the harsh and hungry kind he’d give when it came to their other encounters behind closed doors. there’s a time and place for that kind of thing, and it isn’t here, as far as kuro’s concerned. 

@executefaces​ replied: "Can I kiss you?" the rogue has to ask kanata! GHDSJGHS

Politely Request a Smooch // Accepting!

Despite everything, despite the fights and the scoldings and the only semi-resolved tension throughout the years, Kanata remains certain of one thing: she is still very much in love with Mikejima Madara. Even if they butt heads (especially regarding Double Face and the kind of work he does behind the scenes), even if she lashed out and scorned him with an anger she didn’t (and still doesn’t) know how to contain... The simple truth of the matter is that she still loves him, and it seems he somehow still understands that. At least she thinks he does, given the way he stays by her side and even currently allows her to remain comfortably tucked up against his.

How much of it is forced, though? Is it just obligation? Is he only doing his ‘job’? Is it just pity, perhaps? Does he still want this? 

Scrunching her face at the notion, Kanata shakes her head and tries to shove it out of her mind. Didn’t she promise not to hold so much doubt against him? What is she doing, calling his intent into question like this? No, no, don’t doubt him so. Be better than that. Grow from the naive, selfish ‘god’ you used to be. He deserves so much better, after all. 

Especially from her of all people, she thinks.

Perhaps that is why she shifts from snuggling against his side to perching in his lap, a small but warm smile adorning pale features as she cups his face in her hands. So many times has she heard others call her beauty ethereal, but she doubts every word of it, every instance. How could she believe them, when a real ethereal beauty sits before her? This man, this rogue that they tried (and for a while, successfully did) turn her against, is far more wonderful than she could ever be. When she has done nothing but take from him and tear him down, spat venom at him and shunned what he truly is (though recently she has accepted that fact, but that is beside the point), he still allows her to stay close. He still holds her close, still cares for her and treats her the same as he always has. To her, he is like an angel, despite everything. It breaks her heart, really, but warms it all at once. It gives her hope that they might just work this out after all, and perhaps smooth out the rocky road they’ve been stuck on for years. But first, she has to learn to not take him for granted, no? To properly appreciate him, or at least more than she has already? 

To her, the most sensible way to do so is simply through physical affection. It’s her strongest suit (thanks in no small part to him, as she’s recently realized), and beyond that... She does so adore the affection. Receiving it is all well and good, but giving it? Watching the look of surprise that flits across his face and maybe even a reddening of his cheeks? Few things can compare to how wonderful that makes her feel. 

So she leans forward, peppering slow, soft kisses all over his face. To his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his jaw... Wherever she can reach, she presses a feather-light kiss, just a soft brush of lips. A smile still tugs at her lips all the while, and her fingers, too, gently brush where her lips do not trail before sliding gently through his hair. It is always so comforting when he strokes through her hair, after all, so she aims to do the same for him: to comfort, to reassure, to tell him I am here, I love you, I am sorry, I am not leaving you no matter what I made you think. 

She only stops when his hand comes to rest on her cheek, prompting her to draw back and meet his gaze curiously. Kanata goes to ask what might be wrong, if she was going too far or being too much, worry building and anxiety rising― but she finds herself cut off instead.

Can I kiss you?

A laugh escapes the former god, a smile returning even wider now as she shakes her head. After all of that, he still needs to ask permission? It’s sweet, and she appreciates it, but the notion is still so silly to her. Doesn’t he yet know that he can have anything he wants from her? Hell, he already has her everything, her heart and soul and all. A kiss is nothing in comparison, is all too easy (and so willingly) given.

❝I’d be upset if you didn’t kiss me, actually,❞ she half jokes as her hand resumes running carefully through his hair. And yet she is the one to lean in, to close the distance between them and capture his lips in a sweet kiss―

MADARA MIKEJIMA Arms Tonite- Mother Mother

he doesn’t stay on the sidelines forever, though. no, he wants to enjoy some time with his lover himself, beyond just watching him from afar. he’s had a bit of time with just about everyone else so far anyway, surely he can spare some for his favorite. and so he approaches with a soft call of his name, his expression somehow even softer.

❝enjoying yourself, darling? you certainly look to be~❞

FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES|| Accepting

@executefaces​ said:  “  if you get sick of me,  i’m sorry ahead of time!  ”

A soft hum escaped her lips as she scribbled a couple notes down in her notebook, seemingly lost in thought, Haruka almost didn’t catch the words spoken to her. She blinked, furrowing her brow before looking up.  “Oh. Why would I get sick of you?” She pauses in thought. “Do you think I'm sick of you?” She couldn't quite place the reasoning of his words in her mind, until what she thought was a realization entered her thoughts. OH! maybe he had been talking to her for longer than she realized! Was she really that spacy? that she hadn’t noticed until now?  “Oh a-and you don't need to apologize! I, I wasn’t really paying attention! Really um I’m sorry actually.”