#truthsgone

❛ i don’t know about that. ❜ akane muses , soft , unbothered , like mortality is as simple a topic of conversation as the weather , their favorite movies , or whether they still take sugar with their coffee. ( which , for the record , she does. she’s changed – a lot – but she’ll always have a sweet tooth )  she tilts her head , ever the philosopher , brown hair falling over her shoulder , disheveled and untended. her fingertips are warm against the freshly printed documents she’s skimming , but her mind lingers on her brother’s words. live a thousand lives , die a thousand deaths ; the overexposure eventually drew fear into the cold void that budded when she was but a child , a girl – not yet five feet tall , and it continues to flower in her chest , devouring the person she was before. it was scary , at first. but no longer. she’s tired of being the damsel , tired of being afraid. she can defy death , she can change the world. and no one will interfere with their lives again. not if she can help it. ❛ i mean , maybe that’s true … for normal people. ❜

a knowing spark passes through her eyes , there’s a tap-tap as she aligns the papers against the table , tucks them away neatly in their folder. she hesitates , just for a moment , when she glances up at aoi , finding it difficult to read his expression. perhaps he’d have been more comfortable if she had simply agreed with him , like a normal person. or , perhaps he’s just worried. there’s no telling what’s going to happen at the test site.

akane expects to die – quite a few times – for that is simply the way of things. she might ( will probably ) kill someone. she decides to spare aoi the gritty details of her imaginings , her expectations. the path she treads might be gruesome , laden with the smell of blood , but she also expects to find a solution at the end. she always does.

noo don’t kidnap my sister and i and force us to take part in your twisted party game to bring your little sister back from morphogenetic limbo and then fall into obscurity as soon as the writer has no narrative use for you your so sexy aha

snake die challenge ?

❛ now, now… ❜ akane thought red would be a good look on him. honest, she did. it occurred to her as she was watching titanic a few nights before ( rather it supplied background noise as she worked, considering the film is quite long ) – and rose, the heroine, has beautiful red curls. aoi had mentioned needing a disguise and she suggested that he dye his hair… and this is what happened when he left the choice of color to her. ( …turns out the shade was more pink than the coppery red that the label promised ) aoi’s holding his face in his hands. defeated. ❛ i still think you’re pretty. besides, it’s only temporary! ❜

❛ if it makes you feel better– you could always borrow my gas mask. ❜

     ❛ Um, Aoi… ❜ Akane treads lightly when she interjects, sounding truly apologetic for having to cut in. He’s thinking very deeply about all of this and she can appreciate that-- really. ( though in those baggy clothes of his, it also sounds like he’s writing the lyrics to a punk rock song. as not to hurt his feelings, she fenced her giggles in with a hand over her mouth. like an angel, the epitome of innocence, she looked very thoughtful until now-- her sense of humor properly masked. ) Aoi’s anger is all for her sake, so of course she sympathizes with him. 

     As his younger sister there are times where she can tease him and times when she knows it’s better to stay quiet. However... it becomes essential to speak up when she realizes that something really is burning. 

     --Evidently, it’s not the wisest idea to brood while cooking. 

     ❛ You’re also burning your breakfast. ❜

    AKANE’S BRAND NEW DOLL specializes in science and medicine. She’s about to discover a cure for a horrible illness-- she’s about to save the world! Because it makes sense for her to create miracles, when it felt so very much like a miracle when Akane found the doll waiting in her room when she woke up that morning. Though the conditions she lives in are different from most other kids-- Santa always got her letters and never forgot to visit on Christmas.

     She can count on Santa. The same way she counts on her brother-- which is saying a lot. 

    Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Akane continues to play-- but the story she’s been creating starts to slip away when she wonders about Aoi’s presents. For as long as she could remember, he had always been kind of secretive about it. And if anybody deserves an amazing Christmas present, it’s her brother. He seems really happy just watching her play, but--

    ❛ Santa must have gotten your letter too, right? ❜ He’s the one who gave her the address-- so Akane doesn’t believe that it would have been lost. Her lower lip juts out a bit as she puzzles over it. ❛ I’m just wondering, because-- ❜

     Then, without warning, Aoi’s arms wrap around her from behind-- putting an end to what could have been an endless stream of questions. There’s a squeak of surprise was he pulls her close-- ruffling her hair, tickling her affectionately until she’s reduced to a mess of giggles.

      ❛ H-hey, Aoi! What are you-- hehe-- ❜ Laughter breaks her sentences in half. The doll is all lopsided in her hand now-- but she doesn’t really mind. ❛ What are you doing? ❜

❛ aoi. ❜ there’s an edge in her voice – a warning – but all of her points are a touch too hypocritical to make. the cards are out of their hands , this time around. she intends to enter the game blindfolded , knowing only that billions of lives are at stake if they fail. should he accompany her , he could be hurt – or worse , killed. it was quite simple , putting her own life on the line , but when it comes to her brother … she can’t imagine carrying on in a timeline , should something happen to him. one of the very few battles where emotion would trample over logic ; without him , she would simply fall apart. it was excruciating enough , putting his life at stake back when she memorized every possible outcome by heart , knowing there were histories where even he would succumb to death in the game they had planned with their own hands. if her life was worth all of that to him , worth all the pain and guilt and regret that would come with the path she had chosen , she knows for a fact that he would die to protect her. and she … doesn’t want that. he has suffered too much already for her sake , for her plans. 

there still exists a delicate heart beneath her surface , it rises up when it comes to those she loves the very most. she knows he only means to keep her safe , to work alongside her like always , and she doesn’t want to put him through losing her again ; but–

akane narrows her eyes at the application for the test site , filed in his hand , familiar , bold , in permanent ink. he prepared this whole speech , to show it to her , to present his case. it doesn’t make her feel any better about it. she digs her heels in , to keep a solid stance. stubborn cheeks puff out , just a little , a youthful tactic she only uses on those who know her well. 

❝ WELL, PEOPLE ARE known to grow apprehensive the presence of great intellect. ❞