❛ no Matter What, I’ll Always Be Here By Your Side. ❜ Tousen, For Aizen
❛ no matter what, i’ll always be here by your side. ❜ tousen, for aizen
code geass: lelouch of the rebellion starters // @foremyth
long before dawn, tousen had approached.
the uncharacteristic silence that came with his visit felt foreign, where there would usually be simple words and remarks about the weather, all that he could perceive in a way that others couldn’t. and he followed, from the chambers to the pathway leading to the gardens, far from eavesdroppers.
it is until then that conversation begins: undisturbed, sincere, masks off - or what he intends to appear as such.
what he doesn’t reveal is that, although his own mask has since been buried deep into tissue, what remains true is that he enjoys the kind of company that doesn’t question, or expects more than it offers. that’s unlike the selfishness of captains; the ego devours. this is different. sousuke falls into step with him, flowers grow in their binary colors - white and yellow, silk and gold -, picked and bred to appease the high-ranking officers.
‘ …there is a tale among the villagers about a bird that can mimic human voices. it’s shared mostly with the kids or the people who wander outside the limits. why do you think that is? ’ leaves break under his feet, voice tangling in the networks of the wind as it carries the midday scent of sunlight and wet soil. the pause is brief, methodical, listening for any sign of activity that doesn’t resemble feet on cobblestone.
‘ surely, it must be to keep explorers from getting lost in the wide expanse of the forest. and yet there are reports of people going missing, witnesses claim that a relative, a lover, a friend called for them. that is what piqued my interest. a very human-like response to follow without questioning, the sort of undying devotion that leads you to certain death. it’s naive. ’
‘ loyalty like yours is rare. it’s not mindless obedience but a concession: the justice that you seek, i can offer. in exchange, i am permitted to count on your strength to topple outside forces. thank you, kaname. ’
birds sing, tousen’s inquisitive stance breaks him from his reverie.
‘ ah - sorry, i trailed off. in the end they were thieves . they used spiritual energy to echo sentences that had previously been said and heard. ’ it seems sufficiently honest to not dwell on the specifics. even so, his words rekindle in a last fluid statement, ‘ …and as you can probably imagine, they were disposed of. ’
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@einshi sasayama vc: kogami out here dressed like he’s trying to take the reverend’s daughter out on a date
🫂 i slide u teacher suguru for ur student suguru. 😔😔
there’s been stranger leaps in time and reality while fighting curses. yes, they are vicious, crueler than the harsh reality of knowing that no matter how many he swallows, there’s no end to them. still - the sound of his own voice, coming from somewhere different than his own throat and seeing himself reflected in eyes that were his own but, at the same same, belong to someone else is an unholy union of familiar and strange.
suguru’s mouth runs dry, and when his mouth opens to speak, he’s immediately silenced by the sensation of long limbs and a solid frame cradling him in the narrowed space of a… hug. hands come to a halt, unable to invoke a spirit or ghost. the smell - everything about the man screamed this is me, he is i, and i am what he was and despite it all, suguru leans into the touch, whether by instinct or need.
he doesn’t realize when his hands begin to tremble until the man reassures him that it’s alright, that there’s no reason to be afraid.
fear? that might be it.
suguru is no stranger to the sickening feeling, its taste as he downs it through his throat. smallpox, imaginary scares, local deities; suguru has spend many a night tormented by the musty stench of their power, the memories that belonged to many and none to him. but there’s something about the hollowness that comes with the embrace, like a nightmare that’s suffusing with the first rays of sunlight as morning comes. there’s a wrongness in there, so profound and it seems to reject the man’s presence, so it slithers away through the space between his fingers until it’s all gone at last.
‘ …am i wrong to guess i messed up - or will, at some point? ’ he makes a light-hearted joke. ‘ that won’t happen. or it shouldn’t, as long as you tell me exactly who you are and what made you come here. ’
@trelonkan
one of the most challenging things about kogami to portray in writing is the mental gymnastics going through his mind the moment someone questions him about the real motive behind his obsession with avenging sasayama and chasing Makishima because at one point it stops being about the pursuit of justice and more about the destruction of your distorted image in a mirror staring back at you and when the abyss is mentioned to conceptualize kogamis turmoil and descent into an unhealthy obsession it's less about the darkness of the act and more about seeing your likeness in someone else, the sense that that something you always felt was wrong in the world, the bell tolling in a dark forest is closer to you than you ever imagined and you can grasp it and it can graze you back but all you need to do is accept it and that feeling alone scares you disgusts you but more terrifying than anything is that it entices you, otherwise why else would it haunt you afterwards? Why would it follow? Why would you let it stay in the shape of an illusion? Why did you respond to its calling? But that's hard to portray in like 2 paragraphs without making kogami look insane.
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day bled into night, unusually warmer than the previous days, making it easier to smell the humidity off the soil and grass within the first minutes of darkness. it’s the perfect combination to make insects of all kind drop their guard, like now.
suguru stands below the lamplights, only a step away from the vending machines and his face is lit with the artificial lights but he doesn’t mind the reflection. his attention is focused on his palm, which lays open in the air as he watches a big, brown moth land on its surface. a piece of its wing is missing - bitten off, more like. the little thing struggles to even reach a vertical line with them, before they collapse back at its sides.
this place is full of broken things, he thinks.
sorcerers were a rare breed and so much rarer it was to make them submit to the rules and formalities of jujutsu society as it was. yaga’d been vocal about it, just the right amount to keep them aware, but leaving out any personal bias that could put him in a bad position with the higher ranks. they pulled boys and girls from across the country, the dregs of sorcery, until they filled up the classrooms with the bare minimum attendance. he figured they brought Haibara from the countryside, judging his accent. Nanami? he supposed a witch or two could be traced back in the family tree. if the letter came now, he doubted it would convince him the same way it did back then.
bitterness coats his tongue in a dull flavor. his fingers curl instinctively and the moth is crushed beneath. it’s late when he notices, the creature resembling pieces of torn paper, no hint of its previous nature. suguru clicks his tongue and wipes the remains lazily against his pants.
he hears more than he notices footsteps coming from behind. he’s pulled from his position before he can do anything about it, ‘ satoru? ’
stale air is replaced by a familiar scent, the solidness of a body pressed against his back and satoru’s arms are fast to wound around his waist. needy? probably, but he doesn’t mind. his gestures have the petulance of a kid whose favorite toy has been returned to him, though he knows satoru’s attachment has more depth to it than ownership. suguru’s head tilts only slightly, until he can make out the messy hair haloed by the moonlight.
‘ did yaga send you to find me? or are you that enthusiastic for conversation? both seem likely. ’ he lets out
geese be like. log off tumblr. log off twitter. every half half hour ..... girl where i am supposed to go 😭
I promised this girl (geto) the world so idk where yall gonna live from now on but it can't be here
me watching you reblog our old satosugu like:
Stop smiling and bring back gojo I am no longer asking @crucifor
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