he can’t help but exhale. tired lungs holding the weight of a thousand other’s expectations and worries. but it is nothing compared to what he feels now. that crushing weight against his chest / that sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears / with perspiring palms he can’t seem to hide. and it feels like forever since last they met, not that he would mind were it anyone else. but it’s him, it’s takato yoichi, it’s the man he’s found himself so entranced and intrigued by. when they said keep your friends close and your enemies closer - he’s not sure this is what they meant.
akechi lets out a sigh, weary like he’s never drawn breath in his life. ❛ i’m throwing all my pride away, and crawling back to you. ❜ his voice comes out smaller than it should, quieter than he would normally allow. but he doesn’t stop, instead he laughs a hearty and exhausted laugh. ❛ if breaking all my rules is something i have to do, ❜ steps are taken to bring him forward, to close what distance separated the two. eyes meet those striking golden eyes / those hues that captivate him / that stir his emotions and empty his mind. ❛ then i hope you break yours too. ❜
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to see a man in such a vulnerable state --- a nemesis that he never thought could become so deeply fond of --- it’s odd / unheard of.
instead of that accursed smile often drawn, he’s somber, almost pitying the man who he knows what he means. there is power in knowledge, power in keen observation, but there are times in which he does wish he didn’t hold such ability --- a man knowing of emotion yet holding hardly any himself. even if the hellish title deems him numb, there is but a sprig of regret mixed into a blank expression. to think he could ever learn to care / to think he could ever learn to feel more that disgust or intrigue towards another human being.
takato becomes lost in those beautiful eyes for an instant; he himself fell victim of a madness named love that keeps him around the detective --- the two of them star crossed with ne’er a chance to reveal such feeling vocally. enraptured with the other, captured in an endless loop of fight and fall, found in a tale so incredible that it’s a wonder how it even started. accident after accident, none of it planned. was it doomed from the start, their little affair? maybe so. if you are supposed to keep your enemies closer than companions, then what do you call enemies close enough to be lovers? ( in this instant, the puppeteer takes his breath, deep and full of that desired calm for a pounding in his chest. would that be his heart? )
“ i never did consider you a poetic type. ” a teasing remark and the damned grin returns. whatever semblance of humanity vanishes in that moment, the shadows returning to his touch --- yet, even with that said, there’s still such uncanny warmth in how he looks to akechi. unbeknownst to the criminal was a soft spot for a silver haired detective. as everyone held an achilles’ heel, takato had found his own. “ i’ve already broken my rules, crushed to smithereens the moment this had started. ” there’s a chuckle, brief as their meetings used to be. where had that time gone? it was easier then. parts of him wish to turn back time to the days before they’d ever agreed to this, but such a thing could never have been possible. time travel was a mere fantasy that humanity clung to. for once, he understood that.
“ to think i’d be able to corrupt such an upstanding citizen... ” with such a phrase comes a hand coming up, gently brushing against the man’s cheek and cupping it. a soft touch, as if caressing a flower. “ did you ever think in your life that you’d be here --- that we’d be here, face to face, in a manner other than fighting amidst a case? ” that laugh finds its way into his throat once again, this time full of wry, almost sorrowful emotion. “ i had always thought myself to be cruel, but i suppose that the hands of fate are even darker than i. ”
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