That's a disappointment. I wanted to see your power fail and the look in your eyes when it happened. That shit wouldn't work on me.
[An undertow of anger always persists - intersects below all other emotions at all hours. Impossible to stop. Contained only when there's a board plastered over it with a mimicry of a prince etched on its surface.
Akechi isn't mad about the threat. It means nothing to him because he is stronger than some half assed statement. There's truth in every lashed out word, even if Maruki doesn't want to admit it. It's irrelevant anyway.
But Maruki laughs - hand through hair. A gesture that's more grounding than it seems when all thoughts are spinning, spinning, spinning and nothing's there to tether it down but your own two hands, your own power.
Akechi's arms stretch in front of him - tense muscles looser with no battle on the horizon. Irritating and-
A promise. Call of Chaos can be easily set on whoever catches their eye and he could give a shit about who it is - a stranger, Eren, Aubrey, a sushi eating cat or Maruki himself. This reality will die by any means necessary.
And it feels like -
Nestled in a safe room between numerous thieves, voices prominent and confident. Talking around him, to him, pressing canned coffees into his palm like his stamina needed the help. Tended wounds he allowed himself to receive to maintain the act.
It was fun.
He hated it.
This is different.
He doesn't mind.
Maruki
is
always there.
So it makes sense to align against an unjust world.]
Any other sordid confessions you would like to get out? I have to admit, I'm getting tired of learning about things this way. It would be better if you could be more upfront.
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[An undertow of anger always persists - intersects below all other emotions at all hours. Impossible to stop. Contained only when there's a board plastered over it with a mimicry of a prince etched on its surface.
Akechi isn't mad about the threat. It means nothing to him because he is stronger than some half assed statement. There's truth in every lashed out word, even if Maruki doesn't want to admit it. It's irrelevant anyway.
But Maruki laughs - hand through hair. A gesture that's more grounding than it seems when all thoughts are spinning, spinning, spinning and nothing's there to tether it down but your own two hands, your own power.
Akechi's arms stretch in front of him - tense muscles looser with no battle on the horizon. Irritating and-
A promise. Call of Chaos can be easily set on whoever catches their eye and he could give a shit about who it is - a stranger, Eren, Aubrey, a sushi eating cat or Maruki himself. This reality will die by any means necessary.
And it feels like -
Nestled in a safe room between numerous thieves, voices prominent and confident. Talking around him, to him, pressing canned coffees into his palm like his stamina needed the help. Tended wounds he allowed himself to receive to maintain the act.
It was fun.
He hated it.
This is different.
He doesn't mind.
Maruki
is
always there.
So it makes sense to align against an unjust world.]
Any other sordid confessions you would like to get out? I have to admit, I'm getting tired of learning about things this way. It would be better if you could be more upfront.