He doesn't care. The movement, retches, gasps for air from a half destroyed windpipe - it's proof he's alive. It's proof Akechi failed. It's proof Maruki's stronger and he waits flat on the ground to see what he'll do.
And he doesn't do anything. Asks Are you done? as if this was a small argument around the kitchen and not a full attempt on his life. Are you done? like Akechi's hands aren't covered in viscera, fingers digging into wet, bloody mud.
He pushes himself up when Maruki doesn't finish the job. When he doesn't take the gun still in a knuckle white grip in Akechi's palm to finish him off, like he should.
It's not a surprise. He's furious anyway.]
Shut up.
[Is all he says as he pushes himself up from the dirt, wanders over to a man injured still. Azathoth has its limits, apparently.
Gun holstered, safety on, and a hand coated in Maruki's own flesh lowered down to raise him up.]
cw gore, blood, emeto, suicidal ideation maybe
He doesn't care. The movement, retches, gasps for air from a half destroyed windpipe - it's proof he's alive. It's proof Akechi failed. It's proof Maruki's stronger and he waits flat on the ground to see what he'll do.
And he doesn't do anything. Asks Are you done? as if this was a small argument around the kitchen and not a full attempt on his life. Are you done? like Akechi's hands aren't covered in viscera, fingers digging into wet, bloody mud.
He pushes himself up when Maruki doesn't finish the job. When he doesn't take the gun still in a knuckle white grip in Akechi's palm to finish him off, like he should.
It's not a surprise. He's furious anyway.]
Shut up.
[Is all he says as he pushes himself up from the dirt, wanders over to a man injured still. Azathoth has its limits, apparently.
Gun holstered, safety on, and a hand coated in Maruki's own flesh lowered down to raise him up.]