Wretched noises are fuel. Matches against fire - stacked over and over and over and over again and-
Akechi doesn't notice a thing. Azathoth doesn't exist in his mind's eye or otherwise. Loki's presence ever shifting, a spiral of agony and joy bursting through his chest with little pop, pop, pops that align with every thrashing motion, every unsuccessful attempt to remove him.
He won't relent. Never. Shards deep into his own hand, chunks he grips tight until his palms are coated in the same bright bright crimson as Maruki's cheeks, his eyes and-
That palm slams into Maruki's eye with force - face, cheek, ear, chin, jaw. Bare skin is a target. Akechi shares the pain - every slice pushes the glass in. Facing consequences.
Maruki's eyes are lost under thrashes
glass
A broken frame
A broken life
In a rural home with life tinted walls
In a rural town with damp, damp, grass under living corpses
In a small apartment with nothing left to lose.
Hand tearing into eye, the other full of peeled skin against his nails, dried blood staining and-
A rock - crueler than gun, or knife. Small enough to settle into the grooves of his hand, pointed enough to be a problem-
He
wants
Maruki
to hurt.
Because he's rotten. Because Akechi's cruel. Because both are stuck in muck and mud, festering uncontained wounds that spew pus and drainage. Sick. Spewing false cures while sharing disease and-
He slams the rock into Maruki's neck.
again
and again
and again.
Azathoth is strong because Maruki is strong.
Maruki is fighting. Maruki will fight. Maruki will rip, tear, destroy to get Akechi off of him on the tile floor, in a dark alleyway, beside a colorful poster -
Stone slams into his neck again
again
and again
and again.
Because he needs to learn what it will take to kill Akechi Goro if he wants to survive.]
cw: ohhhh graphic violence oooo eye trauma, self harm (??), rock based violence!
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and-Wretched noises are fuel. Matches against fire - stacked over and over and over and over again and-
Akechi doesn't notice a thing. Azathoth doesn't exist in his mind's eye or otherwise. Loki's presence ever shifting, a spiral of agony and joy bursting through his chest with little pop, pop, pops that align with every thrashing motion, every unsuccessful attempt to remove him.
He won't relent. Never. Shards deep into his own hand, chunks he grips tight until his palms are coated in the same bright bright crimson as Maruki's cheeks, his eyes and-
That palm slams into Maruki's eye with force - face, cheek, ear, chin, jaw. Bare skin is a target. Akechi shares the pain - every slice pushes the glass in. Facing consequences.
Maruki's eyes are lost under thrashes
glass
A broken frame
A broken life
In a rural home with life tinted walls
In a rural town with damp, damp, grass under living corpses
In a small apartment with nothing left to lose.
Hand tearing into eye, the other full of peeled skin against his nails, dried blood staining and-
A rock - crueler than gun, or knife. Small enough to settle into the grooves of his hand, pointed enough to be a problem-
He
wants
Maruki
to hurt.
Because he's rotten. Because Akechi's cruel. Because both are stuck in muck and mud, festering uncontained wounds that spew pus and drainage. Sick. Spewing false cures while sharing disease and-He slams the rock into Maruki's neck.
again
and again
and again.
Azathoth is strong because Maruki is strong.
Maruki is fighting. Maruki will fight. Maruki will rip, tear, destroy to get Akechi off of him on the tile floor, in a dark alleyway, beside a colorful poster -
Stone slams into his neck again
again
and again
and again.
Because he needs to learn what it will take to kill Akechi Goro if he wants to survive.]