#youcantrustme

@youcan-trust-me​ SENT :

"Psst. Hey!" Izaya siddled up to Eddie and slipped something into his hands. "I think you'll like this alot." It was a small brown paper bag. "I've been thinking alot about what you said before, and surprising no one, you were right. I was wrong to question you that way. Only you would know how to best treat yourself, and I know you believe that with all your heart. So take this from me." A drug exclusive to Ikebukuro, one he knew alllll about in the way one could without ever taking any. An ecstasy-like experience with all of the wonderful addictive qualities of meth. "As an apology. All I've ever wanted to do was watch you succeed."

Eddie  cautiously  took  the  paper  bag  into his  hands.  As  if  he  were  expecting  a  snake,  he  gingerly  opened  it.  He’s  never  seen  the  drug  before,  &  should  know  better   than  to  take  drugs  from  anyone.  But  being  an  addict,  he  found  it  impossible  to  reject  most  drugs.  “  Good  !  You’ve  used  your  head  -  like  everyone  should.  ”  he  should  be  looking  at  the  other.  But,  Eddie  was  so  damn  excited  about  trying  the  drug,  he  couldn’t  take  his  eyes  off  it.  He  wanted  to  try  it  now.  

Ignore  it,  ignore  it,  ignore  it.

@youcan-trust-me​ SENT :

"It's kind of a waste, isn't it? One of the most brilliant minds to ever walk the planet and, you sully it with drugs. You could really make an irreversible impact on the world, but you're completely wasting it. Don't get it wrong. I'm a huge fan. That's why I'm bothering to say this to you at all."

His  eyes  squinted  trying  to  focus  on  the  image  of  the  concerned  individual  before  him.  But  the  drugs  were  making  it  harder  for  his  world  to  stop  spinning.  Yet,  he  didn’t  care.  Eddie  found  himself  flattered  by  the  other’s  apparent  status  as  a  huge  fan.  But,  the  drugs  will  always  come first,  it  seemed.

“ You’re  wrong, ”  he  instantly  challenged.  “  They  actually  HELP  my  brain.  If  it  wasn’t  for  them,  then  I’d  have  no  focus, ”  ironic,  “  The  drugs  calms  my  brain,  gives  me  the  drive  I  need  to  properly  UTILIZE  my  intelligence.  The  incessant  noises  are  more  bearable  when  I’m  high  -  no  longer  a  distraction  from  my  work.  They also  keep  me  awake.  More  time  to  get  more  done.  I  am  in  the  process  of  making  an  irreversible  impact  on  the  world,  &   the drugs  are  assisting  me  in  that  goal. ”

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"Seems a bit counterproductive that you'd opt to lay upon me, then." The witch mused as her fingertips grazed along the side of his face before sinking into his hair where they would stay. Toying with his smooth locks, combing through each strand as her nails lightly glided along his scalp. Though she implied she would make him something there was no actual attempt made to shoo him off of herself. If anything, an effort was made to keep him there longer.

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"!!" A small 'oof' left the witch as he jumped onto her, ever lucky that her reflexes were so quick. A small exhale of relief left her that she had caught him so swiftly, knowing he'd never let her hear the end of it otherwise.

Onward she went, however. Despite the slight differences in their build, she carried him so easily. Far more easily than she should. Teasingly, the witch's hands rubbed along his thighs, to adjust her hold, before settling back into place. Comfortable. Her head tilting over her shoulder to provide him with a rather mischievous smile.

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It's easy to see her tells of when something has upset her. The lingering pause, the way her gaze wanders slightly away before returning - to verify what had been said or done. Her lips shift just slightly, falling into a nearly unnoticeable frown when her face was already set to neutral. To her true self. Something she felt Izaya deserved to witness.

There's that mixture of wishing to move closer but recoiling away when something has affected her. Made worse by her care for him. He should know, shouldn't he? The way he sent people to follow her when he got into these cycles of brain rot. But she's not mad. Not really. She won't lash out at him for his accusations nor be offended. She knows him, she knew what she was getting into when they (seemingly inevitably) intertwined themselves in more than just carnal desire.

When she is mad, her head is often raised - to look down on those foolish enough to incur her wrath or meet them equally. When she is saddened such can occur as well but not if she's willing to comply. If she cared for another her head dipped, attention ever fixed upon him. As though she was willing to risk being beheaded for the truth to be known - to bow her head and so easily expose her throat.

"No." Her tone is how it always is. No rage behind it. No resentment for the places his mind takes him, the things his insecurities do to him. She was willing to be there, to help him reinforce himself against the cruel things his own mind wished to expose him to.

Her hand reaches for his, tracing over the back of it before coming to hold it. At least, for as long as he may allow. Sometimes he needed a reassurance, sometimes his brain rot put up more of a fight. But she would try, especially since he was. Patiently, despite her hurt, to help him with his. "Thank you for asking me instead of..." Instead of any other potential way he could have gone about. Like being foul and vile as he pushed her away and left. "I don't know how to reassure you. What evidence I can provide. I've never been in a relationship like this, Izaya. I am learning. So teach me. I want to know if something I do upsets you, or if I can soothe your worries. I want my feelings to be good for you."