[Here, in this moment. An evening that will shroud whatever they decide to do on their path forward.
Akechi knows how to distort, twist and warp a cognition. Bend it, break it, kill it where it stands. A thrall against his heart thrumming through chest and body at the opportunity to strike weakness he's most familiar with.
The mind. The soul. Create a distortion.
But he's not interested in the known. It's the unknown. The way Maruki's smile frays into an expression far different than anything he's seen prior. It wasn't what pursed his lips together in furious rage at the lake, isn't that lazy, neutral smile others see and-
It's not the soft, gentle look he shoves in the faces of his patients and-
Isn't the look he gives Akechi in moments of brief reprieve - after bathhouse visits, successful crosswords, lively cognitive discussions or powers revealed in midst of the training.
It's new and-
It's for Akechi's eyes. Rotten. Twisted. Special. Still kind. Still Maruki.
He wants to see what the man's up to and he slides himself from the chair entirely, standing upright and stretching his arms in the air. As if they're about to battle in the backyard and not prowl the town for an unknowing victim.]
Let's see what that mind of yours comes up with. You have my interest and I will guide you when necessary should you hit a roadblock. This is a good exercise for you as well, after all. Don't let me down.
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[Here, in this moment. An evening that will shroud whatever they decide to do on their path forward.
Akechi knows how to distort, twist and warp a cognition. Bend it, break it, kill it where it stands. A thrall against his heart thrumming through chest and body at the opportunity to strike weakness he's most familiar with.
The mind. The soul. Create a distortion.
But he's not interested in the known. It's the unknown. The way Maruki's smile frays into an expression far different than anything he's seen prior. It wasn't what pursed his lips together in furious rage at the lake, isn't that lazy, neutral smile others see and-
It's not the soft, gentle look he shoves in the faces of his patients and-
Isn't the look he gives Akechi in moments of brief reprieve - after bathhouse visits, successful crosswords, lively cognitive discussions or powers revealed in midst of the training.
It's new and-
It's for Akechi's eyes. Rotten. Twisted. Special. Still kind. Still Maruki.
He wants to see what the man's up to and he slides himself from the chair entirely, standing upright and stretching his arms in the air. As if they're about to battle in the backyard and not prowl the town for an unknowing victim.]
Let's see what that mind of yours comes up with. You have my interest and I will guide you when necessary should you hit a roadblock. This is a good exercise for you as well, after all. Don't let me down.