#labyrinthled

   for a minute, you see red. your blood boils, and it’s as though the sound of it thundering through your veins blocks all other sound. gray eyes are locked on akechi, their usual warmth -- perhaps ironically, given how you feel as though you’re a volcano about to erupt -- faded and cooled. only ice remains in your gaze, and it takes all you have not to reach out and deck the bastard. 

   you are not difficult to love. 

   that’s rich, coming from the guy who took all you had to give and tossed it aside like it was nothing. not difficult to love, or not difficult to manipulate?

   and here he is trying to do it again.

“is that so?” 

   your voice is eerily quiet; you’re scared that if you let it raise above a whisper, all hell will break loose and someone will come banging on the door to complain about noise. ( though really, you don’t care. they can complain all they want. ) 

“because if that’s how you really feel, akechi, you’ve got an interesting way of showing it.” 

   you seethe, fighting to keep some semblance of calm, but it fails. hands clench into fists, and you jam them into your pockets to keep from slamming them against something, even if that something wouldn’t be the liar’s stupid pretty face. 

“was lying to my face for god knows how long love?” your voice has risen despite your attempts to stay calm. you feel a familiar fire from within, encouraging you to speak your mind and really tell him how you’ve felt ever since that fateful day. no more reluctant ‘it’s fine’ when it really isn’t for fujiwara hibiki. you’re better now. braver. stronger. you don’t need hitomi to hold your hand or fight your battles for you anymore! you’ve changed!

   you grew this strong from being around people who really care about you. your sister... morgana, ryuji, ann, yusuke, makoto, futaba, haru... even boss, mishima, and the others... 

“’cause that really doesn’t sound like it. i knew. i knew the whole damn time that you couldn’t be trusted, and yet i couldn’t stay away. i bet you laughed, asshole. i bet you mocked me every step of the way. every good morning, all those times we ran into each other-- hell, even the times we hung out. aww, look at fujiwara! he’s trying so hard to be my friend, it’s adorable. too bad i’m going to kill him the second the opportunity presents itself!  how the hell is that love?! stop fucking lying to me!” 

   you break off for a moment to breathe, realizing belatedly you’re shouting now. well, so much for avoiding a noise complaint. whatever. your chest rises and falls rapidly, and you wipe at your eyes under your glasses to avoid tell-tale signs of anything other than righteous fury directed his way. he doesn’t... need to know you’re still hurting. 

   he doesn’t need to know you still care. that even after all this... you still like him.

“i really did care about you, akechi. i liked you. all i wanted was to make you happy. the others would have given you a chance, too, if you’d have let them. sis was ready to accept you, too! you decided your revenge plot and time in the spotlight was more important than a better future for everyone. give me one good reason why i should believe you did anything other than lie to me and manipulate my feelings for you.”

Send “⭐️” and I will compliment a random mun! // acc! || @bottlesexe @labyrinthled && @hcsted

// @bottlesexe - we haven’t interacted yet but ichi is really good at protraying and expanding on Sayori’s character!! it’s really nice to see that people like ichi are keeping the DDLC rpc alive!!

@labyrinthled - we’ve actually only interacted once but!! pearl is super good at rping all of their muses!! it’s always nice to see another Persona multimuse out there!!

     A frown laces her features, Ruya traces her thumb over the engraving upon her Evoker. S.E.E.S.--that’s the organization she’s part of, now, one she’d avoided for the longest time due to its association with her father ( or, well, perhaps it was her father who had an association with S.E.E.S., flimsy as it was--long dead as he was by the time the small club was founded ). 

She still wasn’t sure why she’d agreed to fish with her senpai out of other reasons that pure interest. In a way she was honored that he’d asked her of the IT members and in a way just confused. Naoto hadn’t fished earlier at all and was completely inexperienced in this art. His reasons made sense in a way but still… it was random. At least he had given her a crash course on how it should be done and looked like how he was a pro at this.

“May I ask again where all of your money went…? I had an assumption you weren’t a big spender in the first place.” It took her a moment to realize her direct question was a bit too direct and could be taken as criticism and she was quick to add how it definitely wasn’t a negative assumption, just something out of curiosity. She was still looking at the fishing rod, unsure if the techniques would really work or not and. If this didn’t provide results in more than one hour, she was going to just buy the snacks herself and loan him some money.

   you ask this, but you’re already reaching for the familiar green apron and a cloth to wipe down the tables all the same. helping around leblanc isn’t exactly how you were hoping to spend your day off from school. you guess ‘you snooze, you lose’ is real. “oh, um-- i need to leave by four, though. i’ve got work again tonight.”

Where had they ended up anyway? Inaba was such a small town, or so he thought. Some of the alleyways could get confusing after awhile since they were all so bland looked the same. When Kei mentioned his cellphone Adachi reached into his pocket. 

“Ah, let me check...Huh?”

It seemed as though Adachi’s cellphone wasn’t in his pocket. Maybe he had accidentally left it at the station. Great. 

[The Five Senses. Accepting.]

@labyrinthled → "Let's Go to Sleep."

An ebony tail tipped in snow white flickered back and forth as Morgana padded into Akira's room, humming to himself. Being stuck in this form was quite vexing, but one day he'd be human again and free from this prison of a body- (he.. was human before, wasn't he? Admittedly, a lot of things were still very foggy, bits and pieces struggling to clasp together in his mind.) Mona shook his doubt away, crouching down and leaping onto the bed where Akira was beginning to drift off; and climbed onto the boy's belly, kneading it with his paws before laying down and wrapping his tail around his nose.

"G'night Akira," he chirped softly, and the teen gave a noncommittal hum in reply.

Maybe being a cat wasn't all that bad.

Maybe.