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@gorarus​ said: "Bold of you to still be alive." Kokokokoko

        THE PUPPET IS OFT LOCKED AWAY THESE DAYS.  ei has instead chosen to take her dear friend’s advice and experience the world on her own.  the world that her actions have created,  the world that has become in the absence of the true archon:  makoto.  and it is at these times,  when she takes her walks,  that her most trusted general accompanies her for  ...  ei still finds it a tad embarrassing to ask miko.  after everything.

        she does not expect to find sangonomiya here,  but ei shouldn’t have been surprised  ---  access to narukami island had been granted to orobaxi’s followers.  where,  perhaps,  THE SHOGUN would’ve made the priestess kneel and cut her tongue from her mouth,  ei merely looks to her with indifference  ...  nose upturned.  maybe there are some similarities between her and her puppet,  then.

        “  bold of you to insinuate a desire for otherwise,  ”  she replies.  a subtle glance is sent her general’s way,  though,  kujou retains her decorum as always.

        the shogun would insist that all threats to eternity should be eliminated where they stand,  coding that was the product of the rage and grief still held by ei at the time of her creation.  at some point,  they’d diverged  ---  there are boundless exceptions to the archon’s logic now,  however,  at her core she takes responsibility for the beliefs she held then and holds now and their cost.

        based on that,  sangonomiya would’ve been dead had the shogun gotten it into her head to hunt her down.  the kagemusha of the past,  makoto’s general, even,  would’ve pursued the same end without relent.

        “  i look forward to working together to build a better inazuma,  sangonomiya.  ”

        “  that’s not going to explode,  is it ?  ”  between him and bastien  ---  mostly him  ---  émile is unsure if the dorm can sustain any more damage.  “  it’ll be quite the mess.  ”  you could get hurt,  he means.

@gorarus​​ said: "You're stupidly pretty" Came the mutter from a drunken Sanemi, leaning against the side of the bed, turning to look over to the other. Getting away from the loud noise of the party downstairs had been simple, everyone else seemed to be distracted by the show of Kyojuro getting in a fight in the middle of the living room - it was normal by now.

Purple eyes drifted towards the man sitting next to him, tilting his head lightly as a hand reached forward to cup the other's face. A gentle movement, one encouraged heavily by the amount of alcohol he had consumed. Calloused fingers caressed the soft skin beneath it as he slightly leaned in. "It pisses me off sometimes. You piss me off sometimes..."

        giyuu wouldn’t say that parties were his favorite place to be,  not when throughout the night many strangers had found their way into the house,  drawn by the promise of alcohol and other substances.  it felt like the little world that he’d crafted  (  and had been forcefully expanded by the others  )  was being invaded.  but,  he sticks around.  it’s better than complete solitude.  and,  not to mention,  it’s their house.  his room.  why should he have to be chased out ?  so giyuu had snuck back upstairs with the drink he’d been nursing before tengen or misturi could wrangle him back into the epicenter of it all,  using kyojuro’s antics as a cover.

        he’d not expected sanemi to tail him.  not that he minds too much.  things hadn’t always been the best between the two of them  ---  giyuu had been under the impression,  since high school,  that sanemi had hated him  ---  but they were getting better.  for one,  they could hold a conversation without the other blowing up in his face.  ...  which gave giyuu the opportunity to actually appreciate sanemi for who he is instead of shying away and barricading himself behind layers upon layers of walls.  they’re still there,  there’s just less of them for sanemi’s blood may run hot,  but giyuu’s come to realize with how he treats the others that he cares for them deeply,  in his own way.  that his heart is in the right place.

        smatterings of chatter pass between the two,  more from sanemi’s end than giyuu’s,  though to say that he’s uncomfortable would be incorrect.  typically the world would fall away at moments like this,  when his social battery has run out of charge,  the sights and sounds of everything around him dulling and warping as if he were seated at the bottom of a swimming pool.  with sanemi,  everything remains in sharp clarity as if his mind is attempting to carve each second into his memory,  as if his mere presence demands giyuu give his undivided attention.  it’s serene,  somehow.  maybe he needs to call it a night  ...

        it’s when he’s taking a sip of his drink,  adamant on not spending the entire evening staring,  that sanemi makes that comment  ---  you’re stupidly pretty  ---  and giyuu’s gaze returns to him,  expression carefully blank even as lips slightly part as if in surprise or to refute the claim.  he leans into sanemi’s touch all the same,  knowing with embarrassing certainty that if he were to pull away now,  giyuu would ache for it to return, to chase after it.  maybe not necessarily because it’s him,  maybe it’s for the same reason he eases into mitsuri’s hugs.  it doesn’t matter;  he melts all the same.

        it pisses me off sometimes.  you piss me off sometimes  ...

        the way he says it  ---  it’s so sanemi that giyuu has to bite back a laugh and,  yet,  it’s like a cool bucket of water to the flush creeping up his neck at the closeness.  what are they even doing ?  maybe giyuu is a bit tipsy and a little smitten,  sanemi is definitely drunk;  it’s a messy combination,  a recipe for disaster.

        “  sanemi,  ”  he says,  and his stomach flips.  it would be a lie to say that giyuu doesn’t want what he thinks is coming  (  eyes,  lips,  eyes,  lips,  eyes,  eyes,  eyes  ),  but to go through with it would be to take advantage of the situation.  what if sanemi regrets it in the morning ?  what if he forgets ?  what if,  what if,  what if.  “  sanemi.  ”  more gently this time.  (  lips,  eyes.  )  a hand of giyuu’s own lifts to cover the one that caresses his face.  (  lips.  )  

Gay ass

U looking like u have a boyfriend

What u need those big hands for is it to hold a boys hand  // @gorarus​

        “  i got a ton of snacks for cheap from the school store !  ”  deuce shuffles up to ace with several shopping bags  ---  hanging from his shoulders,  the crooks of his elbows,  his forearms  ---  somewhat out of breath.  nothing like the thrill of a limited sale !  “  let’s head to my dorm.  that’s motivation enough for a proper study session,  right ?  ”  

        they’ll last two minutes.  at most.

@gorarus​ said: ❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞ - u know obamitsu my favorite richard siken quote ever

        two - toned eyes widen,  his mouth working to respond.  it’s everything he’s always wanted to hear and something he’s never thought himself worthy of hearing.  though tentative,  he reaches out to lace his fingers with hers.  he should be overjoyed.  he should.  he is.  but  ---  “  mitsu  ...  ”  i’m not worthy of you.  he never would be,  not unless he should die and be reborn,  and it’s a cruel reality,  but he can’t lie.  not to mitsuri.  he can’t tell her he doesn’t want her love.

@gorarus​ said: “ you have me. you'll always have me. “ yuunemi moments

        it’s not that he doubts sanemi,  it’s that giyuu has little faith in things working out as he’d like.  muzan is dead,  yet the demons are all but extinct;  there’s still the chance for everything to go wrong.  for the two remaining pillars to become one,  or zero.  they’re powerful,  that is without a doubt  ---  except giyuu is still getting used to having only one arm to fight with and he’s never been an optimist.  something of a realist,  maybe.