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goro "intrusive thoughts" akechi ([personal profile] enteloki) wrote2024-03-06 07:47 pm

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headhooligan: (00B downshot side-eye)

[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-09-29 01:31 am (UTC)(link)

[She gives him

[a look

[as though he might have just proposed they hold hands and sing Vaeros’ praises. Some other stupid, unthinkable thing.

[Then again, stupid, unthinkable things happen all the time here. Hell with it. Aubrey readjusts the sling over her shoulder just to mess with something.]

What do you think, Akechi. [Mostly a sigh, but not without inflection: Are you fucking stupid?] Isn’t he on yours?

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-09-29 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)

[Yeah, okay. She can buy that.

[In some other reality, maybe.]

You think he did it on purpose? [The question isn’t yearning so much as… resigned, mainly. That he would return and see his horrible future to the end, whatever it entailed—that’s never been up for question.

[But people’s untimely ejections from Somnius are rarely, if ever, celebrated.]

Going back, I mean. I know he kept you all moving… makes for a hell of a final charge, I guess.

[He never stopped—]

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-09-29 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)

[“Where he belonged.” What does Akechi know of that future, anyway? Surely not more than Aubrey....

[It’s not hers to say, anyway.

[Aubrey’s quiet for a while. Swallows, drags her eyes off the ground that they’ve wandered towards. If they were hiking at the rate they all did that morning, they probably could’ve rounded the castle a time and a half by now.

[They’re not.]

Maybe that’s it. [When she does talk, it’s just a mutter into the night.] Show up, do what you’re supposed to, change people… and go.

[It’s good that he was there. She’s glad....]

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-09-29 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)

[Philosophical question begets philosophical answer. Akechi’s through it all before Aubrey can decide if she’s annoyed or grateful, and then it’s over, and so it doesn’t really matter.]

Eh… [A sigh, slow.] Maybe so. [Eren had changed her. It was impossible to deny she’d changed others in turn; she saw that arm every day.

[Surely Akechi had changed, too. It’d been long enough.]

I guess you can’t always tell for sure. Whether you’ve changed someone and all that.

But, I mean. [Loosely, so light it could be a cause for offense in its own right, Aubrey elbows Akechi. It’s a nudge to nowhere, really.] Bet you wouldn’t be going on 2AM walks back in Tokyo.

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-09-29 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)

[His name—the rustle of leaves on a still sunset. It’s not a harsh sound, Eren; the gentle creak of floorboards in an ever-turning windmill; a soft hand in a training grounds; an exhale.

[Akechi’s first to say it today. The blade in Aubrey’s chest twists. He cares. That’s all he has to say. It’s clear as the stars.

[There’s no media to trail them; not here, not tonight. One person talks, the other listens; and the third is gone, and they move forward.]

That’s exactly what he did.

[Absently, her hand curls around her heart.]

He told me not to waste the time we had together, and… I don’t regret a second.

[The fist closes, squeezing empty air. Some faint trace of a smile encroaches anyway, as she looks back to Akechi.] He’d want that for you, too. I’m sure of it.

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[personal profile] headhooligan 2024-09-30 02:01 am (UTC)(link)

[He’s right, of course. All of this was only ever temporary. The question is, who’s next? How long will it take?

[The fist unravels. Lingers, though.]

Wouldn’t have thought about it like a gift. [Maybe that will help. It’s necessary, one way or another.] But we’ll all give it to him, yeah?

[Together at the end of the world. Morbid thought.

[Sometimes those aren’t all bad.]

We’ll hold each other to it. And then it’ll be over.

[She nods, to no one in particular. Her hand falls, and out of habit lands on the sword’s hilt.

[It’s kept there.]

I can’t wait. [Aubrey sounds tired.] When this reality cracks again, we’re doing something. Right?