#tsukotsu

hi ily / @tsukotsu

“---- kaneki-kun? “  shuu tenses slightly in surprise at the half-ghoul’s question,  the meaning behind it not clicking until he lowers the pad of his thumb from his own lower lip ---- understanding chasing the confusion from his features, hitching his lips up at the corners. “ ah, oui.  force of habit.  i, hm, didn’t know you knew what it signifies, “  and for once, kaneki was not at the base for the subconscious,  automatic motion:  but matsumae is still not a topic he will readily open up about, no matter how hard he tries to keep her spirit alive in his memory. 

besides, he’s well enough aware of kaneki’s state of mind the hint of fragility beneath that teasing tone doesn’t escape him like it once might have. 

“ i would think you already know the answer to that, par contre. “ there’s a slight lift to his brows, the smile still playing around his lips taking some of the sting from beneath the soft reprimand.  “ whatever the others might believe of my being here, at your side,  i wouldn’t be here at all if i didn’t have faith. do you doubt it? “ 

he turns from the reports he’d been looking over,  eases himself down on the chair closest to his king’s.  “ we ghouls have always been quite the solitary sort, you know?  we do not often work together with anyone outside our respective clans ---- and yet, in the mere span of months you have managed to unite us all to a common cause.  one only needs to look outside, at the sheer number of ghouls that have come here, to have faith. “

reign sentences / accepting

‘odd’ is an understatement to say the least. it feels just like yesterday when you were chasing this boy just to have the pleasure to eat him up. fast forward to a few years later and you’re rendered to a weak mess, slowly losing his sanity just because you thought he died. 

until he’s found again but your existence is gone from his memory. a shame really

and just a little more time passes and you are the sword by his side, it’s been too long, too long that you just itch to break free from those chains you tightly put around yourself willingly. you could break free, but yet you feel a sense of duty to stay by his side. 

slender fingers trail idly over white fabric as he makes another round of the racks,  his expression tight in a moue of vague displeasure.  coarse, coarse, coarse,  the material cheap and the coats too bulky by half and not at all what he would’ve gone for.  a sleeve snags at the threads of his own sweater and he pinches it delicately between thumb and forefinger,  a small shiver of distress running down his spine:  they’re not even lined,  quel horreur.  oh, if he only had more time,  a little more money ---

 “ tch, “ it matters not, this he knows.  or at least it shouldn’t.  they’re on the brink of an all out clash against the CCG,  bound to be bigger and bloodier still than the owl-battle all those years ago and once again it’s kaneki,  his kaneki,  spear-heading it all,  leading them all down a willing path tsukiyama isn’t sure they’ll survive unscathed ( if at all ).  peu importe,  he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than firmly at his king’s side ;  but for a man so used to his luxuries,  so used to donning himself in silks and cashmeres and expensive wool blends no matter the situation or the circumstance,  he supposes it’s hard to let go of old habits.