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❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜ hi :)

he could let it pass, leave him waiting. he could summon one of the most vicious curses and go. he knows what should be done. he could do all these things, too. he really should. and yet, as he stands on his feet, hands carefully arranged inside his sleeves, all that suguru can conjure is the signature smile of a deity that’s taken pity on his followers.

the impulse seems to abandon him. “that you consider them pretty at all is a personal gain, don’t you think? but isn’t it for the listener to decide? truths and lies are all subjective. if the intent to conceal information is conscious, that can be called a lie from the speaker. but what if the other person believes it?”

there’s no traffic, the road is empty. worn out with use, suguru assumes the busiest hours must be at dawn, or the early stages of the afternoon. the absence of sounds from passing cars makes it all the most eerie, misplaced within the space of time. his attention travels from the winding roads and towards the pitch-black tunnel unfolding and twisting beyond their sights just a few steps away from them. it feels like facing the gaping mouth of a snake. it looks like nobody ever comes here at night.

“you were right. there’s a presence right down the tunnel. i’m surprised that only three of your men have disappeared, the nature of this curse is ravening, but i guess it’s no strangeness that you haven’t reacted negatively to it. familiarity? maybe.” he throws a side glance at Vein, shrugging a shoulder. “i’ll take a look. stay there or come with, it’s up for you to decide.”

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holy crap ,  you're alive  … / Kagari & Kogami, after their roughest task yet!

were you always this loud?

kogami tries to keep his voice even; to give off the facade of level-headadness beyond sickness, the illusion of fast recovery that brings him closer to leaving this all-white plastic room for good.

as he swallows through a dry throat, the thought that, perhaps, maybe, kagari might be here not to deliver good news but to sentence him to another night of smelling antiseptic and disinfectant, sets into his shoulders as a familiar stiffness that he hopes won’t be so obvious through the fabric of his hospital clothes. without sparing a second thought, kogami makes his unamusement obvious, tugging at his wristband for lack of anything better to do.

“it doesn’t feel like i am.” even if he’d tried, kogami doubts he could have stopped the tired exhale that escapes his lips. “it might be a joke to you, but i’ve seen the nurse’s faces more than i’ve seen yours or ginoza’s for that matter.”

coming and going, the vague sense of control slipping through his fingers is enough to rattle his nerves.

no. that’s not the right word. it would be more accurate to say weakness frustrates him, franctically looking for answers where there were none to be found. it gives him something else to worry about, just as he’s been drawing close to the target he’s been chasing for so long. kogami lets out a terse breath, forehead falling loosely against his own fist. “any news? i don’t suppose we’re both here killing time. don’t tell me you want something else. it’s not like you. so just deliver the message.”

@yeonban

thinking about this scene again with nanami getting on his knee to talk to nobara and nitta

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜ / mei mei

‘ knowledge is currency. anything that can be traded for benefit is profitable. more so than certain people, anyway. ’

in a sense, it’s easier to discard those who add no value to life, relationships or the flow of cursed energy that she so painstakingly worked to strengthen. met with the tough wall of reality, her mind shifted elsewhere, to those confines where limits are to be bended, and isn’t money an equally powerful force as a sorcerer’s bow? toji fushiguro did kill the strongest, after all.

but there are other things, too…

mei mei watches her carefully, the almond-shaped fingernails that trace words on paper softly, the scratch of a butterfly’s kiss on petals. it reminds her of the tranquil mornings sharing tea with her grandparents, the first days of high school when they were so young and so naive, yet filled to the brim with hopes that their powers will be of use. maybe this is what akari’s nature inspires on others: memoirs, rekindling, the fresh honesty of an earnest girl. that’s what she looks like to mei mei anyways.

she moves her braid, just above her shoulder, silver-snake against black silk. 

hand on her waist, mei mei continues, ‘ what did it take to make you realize that, hm? just curiosity. you don’t have to answer. ’

@ak4rin

this week i'll be busy with comms so... replies will slow down orz

❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜ 🎩 🤨

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with no shortage of surprise, their bodies fit in together more perfectly than puzzle pieces. it’s cramped, the narrow space inside the car emphasizing each and every movement as xia fei adjusts himself beneath the weight of liu xiao’s thighs, heartbeats separated only by a thin film of flesh and bone and clothes that his fingers are quick to undo swiftly. have you had your first kiss yet? he’d asked.

to his surprise, xia fei answered yes, and honest as ever he rambled, described how sweet it was, how innocent, how pure. a past that’s too far to graze with his fingertips. it only makes him want to corrupt him, pollute the memory, replace it with the metallic aftertaste of blood on his tongue but he holds back the urge, masks it behind a head tilt, their noses brushing as he brings their mouths closer, their breaths melting into a single pool.

“was it anything like this?” he begins, considers tormenting him a little but how can he? there’s hardly anything he and vein have ever denied this man. he coaxes him into it, though, his palms running up the expanse of xia fei’s arms, enclosing the curve of his shoulders, his nape, the blonde hair that’s grown humid with sweat - is he nervous? excited? he wants to believe he wants this just as much as liu xiao does. for every time xia fei’s turned down his advances, he’s dreamed of this tenfold. 

“how did she do it? was it slow at first, hm?” defiant eyes mismatching the hard grip on his hips, his whole body tensing and liu xiao takes it as his cue to mouth at his lower lip, “ or was it hasty? did you prefer it rough? ” his right hand wraps around xia fei’s jaw, like it means to crush, the forceful grip allowing liu xiao’s tongue to slip in and press hot against his, attention fixed on his reactions.

“how far did you two go?”

words that settle it - a statement hidden in the dark hues that look down into xia fei’s very soul. he wants to sink his fingers in, wade in, until he’s reached his marrow. a wave of drunken delight seeps through, overly familiar, like he’d been here before. like it’s meant to be. perhaps it’s his mind playing tricks on him, keeping him in a deep fog, one that he welcomes nonetheless. liu xiao leans back and on his elbows - or means to until the separation is abruptly erased by xia fei’s arms tightening around his waist.

❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜

he heeds the warning, excitement stirring at the base of his stomach. their mouths are back onto each other, it’s less kissing this time and more panting, like a thirst barely contained, choking on water, his attention fixed on grabbing xia fei’s belt, searching for the hem of his pants. he licks a wet stripe up his palm before he shoves it down and takes both in a firm grip. “did she treat you like this?” he mumbles next to his ear, voice low and visceral and vicious in its teasing - he bites, too, starting at his earlobe and following a path down his adam’s apple, his collarbones. “who did you like more? her… or this?”

did you really think this is the right thing to do ? ( @ geto w/ nagi and his soccer-based jujutsu that i haven’t fleshed out yet lets go 🙂‍↕️ )

‘ correctness is based on the whims of whoever stands at the top. usually, the strongest get to decide. ’ after all, it’s easy to fear things that one doesn’t understand.

that is how institutions are created.

that is how monsters are born.

suguru paces around the room, tatami creaking beneath the weight of each step. though nagi’s question would have garnered any other person a violent end, something about his words feels sincere in ways that suguru hadn’t seen since… well, since his last conversation with haibara. it makes him wary.

nagi seishiro is relaxed in ways he shouldn’t have been, languid when he should have been cautious. uncanny in his boldness, though not so far that suguru’s senses would call it a threat. suguru reasons it’s little wonder that nagi is loathed even amongst their allies, or the followers. the sound of his footsteps is obscured by the prayers coming from the other room. the smell of burning incense, of ashes; he wonders how longer he’ll be able to stand listening to their drifting voices before something in him collapses. 

suguru exhales a breath, watching nagi grow more comfortable in his position, bathed in the gentle midday light coming through the paper-thin walls. the look of innocence, treacherous in a way that he’s learned to discern.

‘ i can find a more creative way to pursue my goals, but i doubt it would be anything pretty, by anyone’s standards. uncooperative beasts are tamed. i don’t hope you understand what i intend with this. ’ the rational part of him knows that he should have ended this conversation before it even began - shouldn’t have humored this meeting in the first place. if he’d been anyone else. but when the bleary eyes of a newborn sorcerer look at him in that familiar way that he’d thought forgotten, impossible to mirror once more, suguru finds that can’t finish what he’s started.

he wonders if haibara - if anyone resents him for that.

these overlapping images are a headache. he lifts a hand, right from under his sleeve, signaling towards the open door. ‘ is that all you had to ask? you’ll have to forgive me, nagi. you see… i am a very busy man. ’

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