[Rejection comes in the form of a shoulder wrenching back from the man's grip, a hand pushing against Maruki at the front of his neck. The space wasn't claustrophobic. It is now. It is now. It is now. It is now.]
Why would I be in danger? I'm in control of everything, completely and utterly. I don't care about your pathetic sense of obligation to someone that doesn't want or need it. Save it for the ants. I'm not among them.
[He doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care and-]
You're meaningless to me. You're worthless to me. You have the opportunity of a lifetime to save yourself and you're too weak willed to take advantage.
[And Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant-
So he tightens those gloved fingers around his throat, Adam's apple under his palm - one hand won't kill Maruki. Akechi isn't trying to. Doesn't need to make his lips bubble with red foam that
drips
drips
Drips into the water.
He wants Maruki to wrench him off - shove his head under the water, bring out Azathoth to end it with a light that doesn't belong to the end of this tunnel and-
I want you to hate me.]
Are you so desperate for anyone to acknowledge you, that you'll even try to put yourself in the good graces of a murderer to get it?
It's been months. Everything that has happened since that night in the castle could fill books. Akechi has become unbearably, impossibly important to him. So much so that the inevitability of life without him brings on soul-wracking grief; so much so that the knowledge of their tether across realities is a phenomenal comfort. All Maruki wants, in the end, is to have Akechi in his life – as an ally, as an enemy, as family, as a ghost. Anything. Anything.
That night in the castle, all he wanted was to understand.
Maruki understands all too well now. ]
You always ask me questions you know the answers to. [ His voice is rough, constricted, and he has to pause to half-gasp for as much air as he can get. ] Just because you don't like them doesn't make them less true. You already know that isn't what this is about.
[ Both hands wrap around Akechi's wrist then, trying to ease him off.
Maybe they'll wind up battling in this shitty tunnel ride. That would be pretty funny. ]
That's the answer. The end. It's what makes his fingers constrict around every strangled word. Tighter, tighter and tighter to keep Akechi Goro is wanted threaded through every finger.
And he wants to rip it back. Tear every invisible piece that bonds them together and watch it drown in the water. He doesn't know what to do with that. Even when he's seconds away from killing Maruki Takuto, who could respond with a more vicious attack-
He doesn't. He still wants Akechi Goro here. It echoes. It's loud. It's too loud. It's so loud.
Maruki responds. He's right. Akechi doesn't care and-
Maruki responds. Akechi doesn't care and -
Maruki responds. His hand relaxes, slides down skin and settles against the edge of his chair.
Maruki responds, but Akechi Goro doesn't - keeps his eyes focused on him until it gets so bright in his vision that he moves to face the light on instinct.
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cw: violent thoughts, attempted strangulation (??)
Why would I be in danger? I'm in control of everything, completely and utterly. I don't care about your pathetic sense of obligation to someone that doesn't want or need it. Save it for the ants. I'm not among them.
[He doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care he doesn't care and-]
You're meaningless to me. You're worthless to me. You have the opportunity of a lifetime to save yourself and you're too weak willed to take advantage.
[And Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant and Maruki is an ant-
So he tightens those gloved fingers around his throat, Adam's apple under his palm - one hand won't kill Maruki. Akechi isn't trying to. Doesn't need to make his lips bubble with red foam that
drips
Drips into the water.He wants Maruki to wrench him off - shove his head under the water, bring out Azathoth to end it with a light that doesn't belong to the end of this tunnel and-
I want you to hate me.]
Are you so desperate for anyone to acknowledge you, that you'll even try to put yourself in the good graces of a murderer to get it?
DEEP SIGH cw attempted strangulation
It's been months. Everything that has happened since that night in the castle could fill books. Akechi has become unbearably, impossibly important to him. So much so that the inevitability of life without him brings on soul-wracking grief; so much so that the knowledge of their tether across realities is a phenomenal comfort. All Maruki wants, in the end, is to have Akechi in his life – as an ally, as an enemy, as family, as a ghost. Anything. Anything.
That night in the castle, all he wanted was to understand.
Maruki understands all too well now. ]
You always ask me questions you know the answers to. [ His voice is rough, constricted, and he has to pause to half-gasp for as much air as he can get. ] Just because you don't like them doesn't make them less true. You already know that isn't what this is about.
[ Both hands wrap around Akechi's wrist then, trying to ease him off.
Maybe they'll wind up battling in this shitty tunnel ride. That would be pretty funny. ]
Let go of me.
we can wrap here on ur reply if u got smg
That's the answer. The end. It's what makes his fingers constrict around every strangled word. Tighter, tighter and tighter to keep Akechi Goro is wanted threaded through every finger.
And he wants to rip it back. Tear every invisible piece that bonds them together and watch it drown in the water. He doesn't know what to do with that. Even when he's seconds away from killing Maruki Takuto, who could respond with a more vicious attack-
He doesn't. He still wants Akechi Goro here. It echoes. It's loud. It's too loud. It's so loud.
Maruki responds. He's right. Akechi doesn't care and-
Maruki responds. Akechi doesn't care and -
Maruki responds. His hand relaxes, slides down skin and settles against the edge of his chair.
Maruki responds, but Akechi Goro doesn't - keeps his eyes focused on him until it gets so bright in his vision that he moves to face the light on instinct.
They're done here. ]