[Is it late? Or maybe early? Hell if Akechi knows anymore nor does he care. He's roughly patched himself back together and there's a makeshift cast around his broken finger. It's not the pain that bothers him, but rather the flames of rage blazing within him.
Watching Dazai taking a trip to darkest parts of his mind truly reminded Akechi of himself, and the rush of adrenaline, thrill of violence all excited him and coaxed out of his own desires for destruction. He wanted to break something.
But this is no metaverse with shadows roaming around, and Akechi hardly had any interest going on a murder spree. So, he turns to the only resource (a lifeline, his persona taunts) that he has.]
Where are you? [His voice is heavy and agitated, full of that same anger and fury that Akira has witnessed while roaming through the white hallways of Maruki's palace]
[Kotone is... tired. Really, really tired. That whole thing with Dazai and Akechi and Chuuya really took a lot out of her. Chuuya says she helped, but it doesn't feel like she did anything, not really. Not to mention coming to terms with everything Dazai had done and had been willing to do is a lot to reconcile.
Sometimes when she'd been lost, she'd go to the school roof. It was nice up there. Peaceful. She could sit on the bench or lean over the rail and stare out over the sea for what felt like miles and miles, getting lost in the distance instead of her own thoughts. That's where she'd been before all this had happened in Aldrip -- she'd been on the roof with Aigis, her head in her robotic teammate's lap, the sun warming her face and the breeze cooling her skin as she tried not to fall asleep.
The club building doesn't have the same height the school had, but it's still close enough. There aren't any benches, but she also doesn't want to lean over the rail and risk someone below wondering why she isn't waving at them. So she sinks to the ground near it and draws her knees into herself, resting her head atop her crossed arms and staring out at what she can see. A moment, then she shifts just enough to put her headphones on and turn on her MP3 player. It's nice to block out the sounds of the world for a bit.]
I just, um... [She trails off, sounding uncertain for a moment] Are you... okay? Someone mentioned these mark things so I just wanted to make sure... You don't have any marks or anything, do you?
[She's quiet again and then sighs] I'm just worried, I guess.
[There are a lot of people she has to talk to. A lot of people she'd hurt. It's hard to remember a lot of it, but that moment Akira had stepped in is crystal clear. She'd almost killed him.
She looks so weary as she knocks hesitantly on his door. She has her school bag clutched over her shoulder, her Evoker still holstered at her hip, but she keeps her back straight. She has to take responsibility for this.
If Akira hates her, then she'll live with that. It would be easier not to find out, but- well.]
The past few weeks have been rough for both of them. Being stuck inside and unable to really do anything did wonders to Goro's mood. He had been crankier and snappier than normally, which must've been testing the limits of Akira's patience. Things like getting him to eat properly had become more hassle as Goro had lost his appetite for most things. Really. Nothing quite pleased him until he regained more of his strength back and he could be more independent again. Dress himself, take a shower and use stairs. You know, the little things. About after the week two things slowly began to turn back to normal... Or what 'should be normal'. Akira returning back to work and Goro focusing on trying to solve the mystery behind this world and so.
But there was still something that went unaddressed between them. Despite his recovery Goro still kept sleeping in his own bed, not quite sure how to close the gap between them. But that didn't mean that the intimacy was completely gone. There had been moments when their gazes met and lingered just a little bit too long, seemingly casual touches that made Goro stop. The yearning for Akira had never left him, only dimmed for a while.
So.. After dancing around the subject he just decides to go for it.
He waits until Akira's done with his shift and showered before taking his turn in the bathroom. After spending suspiciously long time in the shower he finally exist the bathroom, wearing pajama shirt ( one that probably belonged to Akira) and boxers. With water still dripping from his long curls, he walks up to their bedroom and carefully climbs on Akira's bed, curling around the warm body. Nuzzling against Akira's neck he presses a few light kisses on his skin, hand snaking under the hem of his shirt.]
[It's been a few days now that the Aldrip has returned back to its normal state. No more adventures in maze of trauma, facing the demons of their past and present. And needlessly to say, the experience of traversing through the dark unknown hadn't been exactly been pleasant gig, leaving most of people in Aldrip in rough shape. Akira and Goro included.
Now, Goro's always been more or less good at dealing with this shit -- depending on one's definition of 'good', of course. Carrying his own darkness on his shoulders, like a cape. So he bounced back to his feet quite quickly, partly because he felt it was out of necessity as Akira seemed to be taking the harder deal this time. When the sleepless nights started at first he hadn't thought much of it, after all it is normal react to previous events. On the second night he felt the pang of worry, watching Akira return to home exhausted from both work and sleepless night -- only to get up and start another in the morning, condition obviously worsening.
It's not that Goro hadn't pulled out similar stunts himself during this Detective Prince days, back when he had so much work to do that he simply didn't have time to sleep. But it also means he knows just how disorienting and taxing process it is to a body. Akira wouldn't last long without collapsing.
So, on the third night when they're lying on their shared bed in their now new home, (Goro had eventually agreed to ditch the ridiculous set up with two beds and just settle on one bigger one), Goro idly listens to the quietly howling wind blowing the leaves from the trees. A sign of seasons changing, quite calming to realize that this world even has something as normal as seasons. But more than that, he was paying attention to the body next to him, tossing and turning every once in a while.
Yet another sleepless night.
Goro takes a deep breath in, holds the air before blowing it out, his entire body moving along with flow of air. Then, he turns around on the bed to his side, to face his restless rival and brush some of the hair of his pale face.]
[Now, someone more polite might text or call first. Even in 2009, her friends would usually call her cell phone from their room to invite her out instead of walking down to knock on her door. It's the right thing to do! Even Kotone usually does that.
Not today. Today, she just shows up, knocking on the door of Goro's and Akira's shared house, and even trying the knob to see if it's unlocked.]
[ The video opens to Mitama, though just like in her recent post, she's wearing her "disguise". She's here on an important business, after all. ]
Ho, ho, ho! Thank you for joining our Secret Santa event~ It's time to find out what ─ or rather who ─ your assignment as Santa's Little Helper for this year is! Drumroll, please...
[ She makes a pause for a dramatic effect, her hand slipping into a Santa hat she's holding and pulling out a small piece of paper with a name on it. ]
It's none other than... Scott Summers, the love-struck boy with rose-tinted glasses!
Remember, you should present your assignee with a gift of your choice until December 25th! Good luck, and remember: your main task is to spread joy, happiness and the spirit of Christmas cheer!
[There's nothing quite like having to go through the anniversary of one of your worst traumas and then having your significant other, who just happens to be involved in said trauma, to be kidnapped and almost drowned. Fighting the monster had eased some of the tension and brought the much needed distraction from the issue at the hand, but still statement stays: November sucks.
It's been a long and exhausting ordeal and Akechi finally makes it home with Akira. But stepping past the threshold doesn't bring the ex-detective any relaxation or work feeling of safety. It's the opposite now that they were alone, actually, with the heavy cloud from their argument at the docks still hanging above them.
And now that he thinks of it... how long has it just been since he and Akira spend time under the same roof like this?]
You should go and take a bath and warm up. You'll catch death if you stay like that. [Logic. Easy thing to lean to.]
[ Akira will receive a delivery of a dozen or so chocolate dipped madelines - (little French cakes in the shape of a shell) in a perfectly wrapped white gift box tied with a red ribbon.
Along with the following handwritten note attached - the penmanship is as perfect as the gift wrapping: ]
[Christmas unfortunately also falls under the time that can only be described "difficult" when it comes to Akira and Goro. Instead of celebration of closeness, appreciation your friends and so, it works as a beginning of the end. It's time when a mad man went and decided to rewrite reality, placing the two young men into situation that neither of them asked. Not really.
February is going to be amazing...
Anyway, to Goro Christmas had little to no meaning. He was used to spend it either at work or alone at his apartment. But this time was different. His relationship status had changed and well.. this was popular holiday for couples, right?
So when Akira gets home on the 25th, he'll find a wine bottle and small wrapped box containing an astronomical watch. In the fridge there's also small cake (don't worry, Kotone made it). No card or anything, but Goro really doesn't think there's need for anything]
[It's already pretty late to the night, clock not too far from striking the midnight. Yet no one is showing a sign of slowing down, least of all Goro Akechi, who is actually enjoying his time at the party. While it's true that the atmosphere was to his liking, with all the opulence and dramatics going on, it was the mask that made him feel rather relaxed. It brought a certain feeling of safety in its anonymity. No need to keep up any pretenses or worry about what others might think or not think of him.
But despite that, Goro couldn't help but feel a little weird at the dance party. The hall was a little hazy and he found himself to feel somewhat lightheaded, almost as if he was tipsy. Truly, he wouldn't be too surprised if this turned into something out of the Cult of Dionysus. The masks, opulence and almost hedonistic indulgence would fit.
Well, whatever. Goro travels through the sea of masks, taking part to dancing and the games at will, feeling his steps light as feather. But then he comes across a stranger donned in dark with red jewelry, sporting a crimson colored rose on his mask. A match to the flower he had purchased from the vendor at the beginning of the party.]
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right after the madness with Dazai & Co
Watching Dazai taking a trip to darkest parts of his mind truly reminded Akechi of himself, and the rush of adrenaline, thrill of violence all excited him and coaxed out of his own desires for destruction. He wanted to break something.
But this is no metaverse with shadows roaming around, and Akechi hardly had any interest going on a murder spree. So, he turns to the only resource (a lifeline, his persona taunts) that he has.]
Where are you? [His voice is heavy and agitated, full of that same anger and fury that Akira has witnessed while roaming through the white hallways of Maruki's palace]
smh bitchy wife why you gotta be like this
he brings you the drama
SMHHHH
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never underestimate his masochism
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This is Dazai, the man whose clothes you've been wearing! I would like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright?
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bitchy wife aftermath continues
Sometimes when she'd been lost, she'd go to the school roof. It was nice up there. Peaceful. She could sit on the bench or lean over the rail and stare out over the sea for what felt like miles and miles, getting lost in the distance instead of her own thoughts. That's where she'd been before all this had happened in Aldrip -- she'd been on the roof with Aigis, her head in her robotic teammate's lap, the sun warming her face and the breeze cooling her skin as she tried not to fall asleep.
The club building doesn't have the same height the school had, but it's still close enough. There aren't any benches, but she also doesn't want to lean over the rail and risk someone below wondering why she isn't waving at them. So she sinks to the ground near it and draws her knees into herself, resting her head atop her crossed arms and staring out at what she can see. A moment, then she shifts just enough to put her headphones on and turn on her MP3 player. It's nice to block out the sounds of the world for a bit.]
wifeus bitchimus
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voice;
I just, um... [She trails off, sounding uncertain for a moment] Are you... okay? Someone mentioned these mark things so I just wanted to make sure... You don't have any marks or anything, do you?
[She's quiet again and then sighs] I'm just worried, I guess.
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post-event!!
She looks so weary as she knocks hesitantly on his door. She has her school bag clutched over her shoulder, her Evoker still holstered at her hip, but she keeps her back straight. She has to take responsibility for this.
If Akira hates her, then she'll live with that. It would be easier not to find out, but- well.]
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NVM just leaving this here
so make room I'm coming there for the night.
FFF
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pre event
you have three hours
the way i didn't see this tag for a month
Re: the way i didn't see this tag for a month
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There's no excuse for this. Just shameless NSFW ahead
The past few weeks have been rough for both of them. Being stuck inside and unable to really do anything did wonders to Goro's mood. He had been crankier and snappier than normally, which must've been testing the limits of Akira's patience. Things like getting him to eat properly had become more hassle as Goro had lost his appetite for most things. Really. Nothing quite pleased him until he regained more of his strength back and he could be more independent again. Dress himself, take a shower and use stairs. You know, the little things. About after the week two things slowly began to turn back to normal... Or what 'should be normal'. Akira returning back to work and Goro focusing on trying to solve the mystery behind this world and so.
But there was still something that went unaddressed between them. Despite his recovery Goro still kept sleeping in his own bed, not quite sure how to close the gap between them. But that didn't mean that the intimacy was completely gone. There had been moments when their gazes met and lingered just a little bit too long, seemingly casual touches that made Goro stop. The yearning for Akira had never left him, only dimmed for a while.
So.. After dancing around the subject he just decides to go for it.
He waits until Akira's done with his shift and showered before taking his turn in the bathroom. After spending suspiciously long time in the shower he finally exist the bathroom, wearing pajama shirt ( one that probably belonged to Akira) and boxers. With water still dripping from his long curls, he walks up to their bedroom and carefully climbs on Akira's bed, curling around the warm body. Nuzzling against Akira's neck he presses a few light kisses on his skin, hand snaking under the hem of his shirt.]
thirst: the thread
let's bake some bread
just for you, b r e a d
i'm the biggest fan of b r e a d
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post-maze madness
Now, Goro's always been more or less good at dealing with this shit -- depending on one's definition of 'good', of course. Carrying his own darkness on his shoulders, like a cape. So he bounced back to his feet quite quickly, partly because he felt it was out of necessity as Akira seemed to be taking the harder deal this time. When the sleepless nights started at first he hadn't thought much of it, after all it is normal react to previous events. On the second night he felt the pang of worry, watching Akira return to home exhausted from both work and sleepless night -- only to get up and start another in the morning, condition obviously worsening.
It's not that Goro hadn't pulled out similar stunts himself during this Detective Prince days, back when he had so much work to do that he simply didn't have time to sleep. But it also means he knows just how disorienting and taxing process it is to a body. Akira wouldn't last long without collapsing.
So, on the third night when they're lying on their shared bed in their now new home, (Goro had eventually agreed to ditch the ridiculous set up with two beds and just settle on one bigger one), Goro idly listens to the quietly howling wind blowing the leaves from the trees. A sign of seasons changing, quite calming to realize that this world even has something as normal as seasons. But more than that, he was paying attention to the body next to him, tossing and turning every once in a while.
Yet another sleepless night.
Goro takes a deep breath in, holds the air before blowing it out, his entire body moving along with flow of air. Then, he turns around on the bed to his side, to face his restless rival and brush some of the hair of his pale face.]
Penny for your thoughts?
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action;
Not today. Today, she just shows up, knocking on the door of Goro's and Akira's shared house, and even trying the knob to see if it's unlocked.]
A~kira~!
i love her.
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I'm coming over, put pants on. :)
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Ho, ho, ho! Thank you for joining our Secret Santa event~ It's time to find out what ─ or rather who ─ your assignment as Santa's Little Helper for this year is! Drumroll, please...
[ She makes a pause for a dramatic effect, her hand slipping into a Santa hat she's holding and pulling out a small piece of paper with a name on it. ]
It's none other than... Scott Summers, the love-struck boy with rose-tinted glasses!
Remember, you should present your assignee with a gift of your choice until December 25th! Good luck, and remember: your main task is to spread joy, happiness and the spirit of Christmas cheer!
Miss Santa Coordinator, out!
backdated to late november-event. let's ball
It's been a long and exhausting ordeal and Akechi finally makes it home with Akira. But stepping past the threshold doesn't bring the ex-detective any relaxation or work feeling of safety. It's the opposite now that they were alone, actually, with the heavy cloud from their argument at the docks still hanging above them.
And now that he thinks of it... how long has it just been since he and Akira spend time under the same roof like this?]
You should go and take a bath and warm up. You'll catch death if you stay like that. [Logic. Easy thing to lean to.]
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delivery!
Along with the following handwritten note attached - the penmanship is as perfect as the gift wrapping: ]
Your Secret Santa
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February is going to be amazing...
Anyway, to Goro Christmas had little to no meaning. He was used to spend it either at work or alone at his apartment. But this time was different. His relationship status had changed and well.. this was popular holiday for couples, right?
So when Akira gets home on the 25th, he'll find a wine bottle and small wrapped box containing an astronomical watch. In the fridge there's also small cake (don't worry, Kotone made it). No card or anything, but Goro really doesn't think there's need for anything]
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--cat incoming!
you know, like, nya
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masquarade event
But despite that, Goro couldn't help but feel a little weird at the dance party. The hall was a little hazy and he found himself to feel somewhat lightheaded, almost as if he was tipsy. Truly, he wouldn't be too surprised if this turned into something out of the Cult of Dionysus. The masks, opulence and almost hedonistic indulgence would fit.
Well, whatever. Goro travels through the sea of masks, taking part to dancing and the games at will, feeling his steps light as feather. But then he comes across a stranger donned in dark with red jewelry, sporting a crimson colored rose on his mask. A match to the flower he had purchased from the vendor at the beginning of the party.]
Evening. It looks like we match.
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that icon...
Re: that icon...
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charm - pre au event
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text
Silly question, I bet. I just need to do something to help clear my head a little bit.
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text;
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Photo + text! Night of clowntown bullshit.
so your guy started a fight I think
We won but he went a little crazy so he's taking a nap right now
If you wanna help get him to the clinic I could use the help. Docks northwest of city hall, middle of the commercial district.
akechi is the true clown here
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Summer solstice
FINALLY TAGS THIS A WEEK LATER
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