[Trapped. It doesn't matter - tentacles coiled tight around his flesh and a knife about to be twisted from his grip.
Twisted from his hand.
Twisted towards his body with a sickening
disgusting
sickly
Tone meant to be a taste of his own fucking medicine from a goddamn doctor who dispenses without restraint.
The real Maruki Takuto and-
The real Akechi Goro.
A blade's tip pointed at his own body like a-
Puppet. Mannequin. Body distorted to follow the whims of whoever has Akechi Goro.
He's supposed to hold the power. Control. Conquer. A manipulator not meant to be tied down by the weight of his own fucking strings.
Maruki's words ring in his ear. His own statements thrown back in his face.
He's the one in control. Akechi Goro. Not Shido. Not Maruki. Not any other goddamn person in this shitty reality.
He laughs - vile, hateful and monstrous without a goddamn care who hears because the only thing left is Loki, Loki, Loki forming from red hot fire. Loki, Loki, Loki who gives him freedom and Loki, Loki, Loki who doesn't make a single goddamn appearance as-] You piece of shit - always a goddamn showoff. You think I'm bothered by the crap you're saying? Shut the hell up!
[Robin Hood appears.
He isn't controlled. Not a puppet. He won't be held hostage. Not by Shido, Maruki, anyone. A blade pointed - that's fine. Akechi's always held a knife to his own neck, carved splinters into a board holding a noose he's tightened, a serrated blade ripping at his own flesh again and again and hitting others again and again and pull Maruki up to dangle under ten splinters with a chair kicked out from under his feet, ten splinters that Shido won't have the benefit of seeing, because he would never taint his last remaining image of her with that man's bloated corpse hanging, hanging, hanging-
A Kouga hits the end of the blade, sending it straight into Akechi with force. He's not a hostage, he's the hostage taker. Not a victim, he's the aggressor. He won't be tied down by a piece of shit like him.
No pain, then burning. No pain, then it surges. No pain, then Loki drums and drums and drums and Robin Hood drums and drums and drums and Akechi can barely breathe through the gagging sort of crackled laugh. One he can hear. Can't. It's painful - adrenaline surging, body slumping, he's in the depths of Mementos and Joker ripped through him with an arsenal. Loki wanted to come out then.]
I hate you - I hate you! You piss me off and I'll rip you apart until nothing's left!
[Fuck him - Fuck him.
Another Kouga to keep the blade twisted into gut, muscle and bone, pierced somewhere near his rib. He's never felt better. Never breathed easier. He's laughing - wild, free and acidic and-
There's nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing.
and-
Blue flames vanish for red spirals climbing high, high, high into the sky above them. Robin Hood falls like a lost prince - a hero rises from the ashes of it.]
cw: violent thoughts, graphic violence @ self, suicide reference, murder
Twisted from his hand.
Twisted towards his body with a sickening
disgusting
sickly
Tone meant to be a taste of his own fucking medicine from a goddamn doctor who dispenses without restraint.The real Maruki Takuto and-
The real Akechi Goro.
A blade's tip pointed at his own body like a-
Puppet. Mannequin. Body distorted to follow the whims of whoever has Akechi Goro.
He's supposed to hold the power. Control. Conquer. A manipulator not meant to be tied down by the weight of his own fucking strings.Maruki's words ring in his ear. His own statements thrown back in his face.
He's the one in control. Akechi Goro. Not Shido. Not Maruki. Not any other goddamn person in this shitty reality.
He laughs - vile, hateful and monstrous without a goddamn care who hears because the only thing left is Loki, Loki, Loki forming from red hot fire. Loki, Loki, Loki who gives him freedom and Loki, Loki, Loki who doesn't make a single goddamn appearance as-] You piece of shit - always a goddamn showoff. You think I'm bothered by the crap you're saying? Shut the hell up![Robin Hood appears.
He isn't controlled. Not a puppet. He won't be held hostage. Not by Shido, Maruki, anyone. A blade pointed - that's fine. Akechi's always held a knife to his own neck, carved splinters into a board holding a noose he's tightened, a serrated blade ripping at his own flesh again and again and hitting others again and again and pull Maruki up to dangle under ten splinters with a chair kicked out from under his feet, ten splinters that Shido won't have the benefit of seeing, because he would never taint his last remaining image of her with that man's bloated corpse hanging, hanging, hanging-
A Kouga hits the end of the blade, sending it straight into Akechi with force. He's not a hostage, he's the hostage taker. Not a victim, he's the aggressor. He won't be tied down by a piece of shit like him.
No pain, then burning. No pain, then it surges. No pain, then Loki drums and drums and drums and Robin Hood drums and drums and drums and Akechi can barely breathe through the gagging sort of crackled laugh. One he can hear. Can't. It's painful - adrenaline surging, body slumping, he's in the depths of Mementos and Joker ripped through him with an arsenal. Loki wanted to come out then.]
I hate you - I hate you! You piss me off and I'll rip you apart until nothing's left!
[Fuck him - Fuck him.
Another Kouga to keep the blade twisted into gut, muscle and bone, pierced somewhere near his rib. He's never felt better. Never breathed easier. He's laughing - wild, free and acidic and-
There's nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing.
and-Blue flames vanish for red spirals climbing high, high, high into the sky above them. Robin Hood falls like a lost prince - a hero rises from the ashes of it.]
Manifest, Loki!