[There's an irritated, almost amused, snort at the comment. The offer feels less like a choice and more like a necessity spoken aloud.
They fight - often. Brutal, vicious and in a way that stains all they touch. Castle walls, grassy knolls in a backyard.
It's nice out.
He doesn't care to move, so he doesn't. In a few minutes -
He'll get up.]
If you manage to get something comparable, I'll consider it. Otherwise, I see no need to leave. You're welcome to go wherever you desire at any point though.
I might use it as an excuse to experiment with the crystal. I'll let you know what turns up.
[ He has shards to spare. He can try again and again. What's the worst that could happen? Aspects of their Tokyo begin to merge with this reality? Oh, no. That would be horrible. It certainly wouldn't provide a welcome challenge on a more even playing ground.
And then–
Silence.
Warm breeze through nearby trees. Bugs, the kind that don't make him want to tear his hair out. Quiet, even breathing, familiar from so many nights on a makeshift futon.
He'll make sure that all the rooms come already furnished with beds, of course.
Thinks to make a jab about it. Almost tries to, but the effort required for the words sinks like a stone into the depths of his exhausted mind.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
They fight - often. Brutal, vicious and in a way that stains all they touch. Castle walls, grassy knolls in a backyard.
It's nice out.
He doesn't care to move, so he doesn't. In a few minutes -
He'll get up.]
If you manage to get something comparable, I'll consider it. Otherwise, I see no need to leave. You're welcome to go wherever you desire at any point though.
[And Akechi will follow despite it all.]
no subject
I might use it as an excuse to experiment with the crystal. I'll let you know what turns up.
[ He has shards to spare. He can try again and again. What's the worst that could happen? Aspects of their Tokyo begin to merge with this reality? Oh, no. That would be horrible. It certainly wouldn't provide a welcome challenge on a more even playing ground.
And then–
Silence.
Warm breeze through nearby trees. Bugs, the kind that don't make him want to tear his hair out. Quiet, even breathing, familiar from so many nights on a makeshift futon.
He'll make sure that all the rooms come already furnished with beds, of course.
Thinks to make a jab about it. Almost tries to, but the effort required for the words sinks like a stone into the depths of his exhausted mind.
He'll get up. Eventually. ]
cw: suicidal ideation SORTA
And it's quiet.
And Akechi is quiet. Maruki is quiet. A world stilled outside of nature - Akechi doesn't want to be outside like this.And it's quiet.
And it's quiet.
Doesn't move outside of a tentative push upwards that ends in failure with every creaking bone and aching limb.
Back to the earth again.
He doesn't say anything. Maruki's own breath leveling out -
They really will kill each other someday.
It doesn't upset him to recognize it.
He'll get up in a minute.In a second.
In one more moment he'll force his eyes open and-
It's quiet.
He's out.]