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It’s a searing and familiar pain that pierces his chest.

When he falls over, it’s Tsuzuramaru. For a moment, he thinks that he has died and wonders if he can see Kayo and the others now. But, he realizes that this body won’t let him die even from something as painful as this. He coughs, ragged and weary, and blood spills out with each and every hesitant gasp. Rolling to his side, Tsuzuramaru ignores Wingul’s voice, though mostly because he isn’t sure what he heard — his ears are ringing and his vision is spotting and dotting. It’s worse when he tries to stand but he does through sheer force of will.

He coughs again, trying to get his bearings though his footing is unsteady and he sways from side to side. He manages, his eyes trying their hardest to focus on the blurry figure standing opposite before him. Tsuzuramaru breathes out but stutters on a cough, blood then staining his balled up fist. His only free hand is pressing hard against the open wound on his chest, trying, in vain, to keep the blood in. After a long moment, he looks to his blurred image of Wingul with nothing else but a determined will.

"I…stand by what I said before. I know, more than anyone, how much you must hate me, despise me, even want to kill me just so I’m not bothering you anymore. But — it doesn’t work like that, Wingul. I won’t let it." He really hates this too, he doesn’t want to hate Wingul or Iunctum, it’s just not in him to do so. What he hates is how weak he can be. He hates that he misses home, that he misses Enishi and Kayo, and everyone else. All of his stay in Iunctum has only made him feel more alone than ever before — made him feel weaker the longer he was here. The fact that he had let Marebito take over, was proof enough of that. "Even if you hate me, even if you hate the fact that we’re together because of this place, that doesn’t matter!"

"You have to take responsibility! I’m not going to give up just because of this, just because you tried to kill me or even if you continue to hate me…I won’t. So —"

Tsuzuramaru ends up coughing again, several times from having used up so much energy that he didn’t have. He refuses to falter however, he won’t allow himself to appear weak in front of Wingul ever again. He shakes his head and raises it again, looking at Wingul steadily and head on. His vision still hasn’t cleared but he won’t let even that stop him. “So, tonight, you better be in the room or else I’ll come find you again and take you back.” His voice is admittedly quieter but he finishes what he needed to say, he thinks.

He staggers a bit as he turns back around, using the nearby wall for support. Given that he doesn’t have any more to say, he thinks it best he try and treat this wound. He wonders briefly if it’ll scar, though that’ll just give him yet another scar on his chest. He flinches at the thought but he’ll make do, he always does.

[ebonywing]

Needless to say, Tsuzuramaru is quite the idiot. He's simply a naive, bright eyed child with too many high hopes and the things he says contain that sort of romantic, heroic ideology that just can't work all by itself in the real world. But perhaps there's something about how his husband presents himself that makes the air shift. Wingul finds the other's words to be absolutely uninteresting, however it's his determination and perseverance that the tactician finds to be admirable; after all, it's more than obvious that Tsuzuramaru should be dead by now--passed out at the very least--but there's something that won't let him just yet and whether it's the force Wingul fought earlier or not, it's still rather interesting.

Wingul seems almost reluctant to reply. His current state prevents him from keeping the cool and calm disposition he always has. The extra pain from the Booster still hasn't dulled in the slightest, it must have brought over the effects from previous usages and stacked this time on top of it as well; it's almost surprising how Wingul hasn't died either, but he laughs to himself, knowing that he won't allow himself to succumb to the Booster's effects a second time. It doesn't really take away the pain, however, and the tactician continues to grip his head in pain, not quite standing up just yet as he looks up at Tsuzuramaru.

"I originally had no intention of killing you... Don't think I would have if I didn't draw power from this." He taps the side of his head, trying to focus in on Tsuzuramaru so that he's distracted from how much it hurts. "But you... are a fool... I'll never understand why you continue to bother me. Just let it go. Why must you try to intrude on my life?!" Though he gets frustrated and speaks up, Wingul forces himself to calm back down so his headache doesn't get any worse (not that it's getting any better either). He sighs, looking up at Tsuzuramaru one more time before he picks himself up, dropping his hand from his head back down to his side so now he appears to be collected. Tsuzuramaru isn't the only one who can suppress this pain or at least pretend to look like it doesn't hurt. Though, he's still quite annoyed, and that shows on his face easily.

"If... we met through different circumstances, perhaps I wouldn't dislike you as much as I do now, but that's not the case. You and I have no reason to be friendly or even consider each other acquaintances aside from the fact we were forced together." Although he drained himself of any remaining energy left, now running completely on fumes, Wingul still makes himself maintain some sort of composure as he tries to speak coherently. There's no way he'll allow himself to lose to not only this Booster, but to his pesky husband either.

Watching as the other leans against a wall, his gaze particularly towards the wound that Wingul gave him previously and he looks away almost immediately after as he starts to head off. He only stops when he just barely passes by Tsuzuramaru and in a low voice, just barely loud enough for his husband to hear, he murmurs one final piece of advice. "Learn to take care of yourself before you try to preach to me about anything."

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When Wingul changes, Marebito takes instant note of the power shift. Who knew that Wingul had his own tricks up his sleeve? Well, it doesn’t matter to him either way, he doesn’t PLAN to kill him or fight him for very long but the fact remains, the longer he and Wingul continue this, the longer that Wingul continues to belittle and berate Tsuzuramaru, then the easier it is for Marebito to take over. As strong as the raven samurai is of mind and heart, he’s still human, some would argue — and he can only take so much. 

His fellow samurai may have been a bit harsh with him from time to time, but unlike his husband in Iunctum, they grew to respect him over time after having gotten to actually know him. A sense of camaraderie is what bound them together but no matter how patient or how understanding Tsuzuramaru had tried to be, nothing like that seemed in the realm of possibility for Wingul and him. Anyway, that didn’t matter to Marebito. 

"You’re really something."

Marebito watches Wingul closely and carefully, preparing his defensive stance before he’s attacked. When they clash the next time however, his own body is definitely pushed back and if he’s not careful, then he can certainly falter. He clicks his tongue in irritation, using his own strength to push Wingul back as much as he can for room to strike. It’s harder with Wingul’s new status, but not impossible and eventually Tsuzuramaru, or Marebito, creates room. “You can be just as stubborn as Tsuzuramaru, you know. Maybe that’s the only thing you two have in common.”

Marebito then hatches a plan. He gears up the treasured sword of Tsuzuramaru’s, moving into an offensive stance and abruptly rushes forward. He plans to attack as fast as Tsuzuramaru’s body is able, to the point of exhausting this body if he has to. Vertical, horizontal attacks, anything that this body can muster — he doesn’t much care what might happen after given the fact that because Marebito is here, even if Tsuzuramaru’s body does pass out, does sustain life threatening injuries, he won’t die — he can’t die. Not again, at least, but if Wingul does kill him, does hurt him so harshly, it may just be enough for Marebito to be more the more prominent persona instead of that young, humble, yet naive samurai.

[ebonywing]

The comment Tsuzuramaru makes, quite frankly, pisses Wingul off. Perhaps it's because of his more volatile state that causes this deep aggression upon hearing those words, but either way, he finds himself gripping his blade harder as he sucks air in through his teeth. Shortly after does he spit on the ground to show his distaste.

"Ji miti tekun osu n'yooeru...!"  At this point, Wingul no longer cares whether or not he morally wounds Tsuzuramaru; in fact, some part of him may actually want the other dead by his hands. His sense of reasoning and tactics have mostly been thrown out after his change with the Booster so now all that remains is a feral instinct, which he utilizes well against Tsuzuramaru's strikes against him. Eventually, Wingul manages to notice a small opening within his husband's stance and attack pattern and it takes all his might not to overreact then and now. Luckily enough, a small portion of his self-control remains and he's able to hold himself back from going all out in case he happens to make some grave error along the way.

He times it almost perfectly, stopping Tsuzuramaru and his attacks in their tracks for a split second before swiftly carrying out a final blow to the other's chest. Wingul's blade enters almost smoothly through the middle, watching as Tsuzuramaru's body collapses to the ground with the sword still intact. Shortly after does Wingul bring his foot to hover over the boy, finally setting it down on his abdomen as support for when he draws his sword out and watches it illuminate under the moonlight, the red blood looking especially vibrant from there.

Although he initially thought that he didn't overdo it in this last encounter with Tsuzuramaru, the tactician finds a searing pain in his head and falls to the ground, still just barely over Tsuzuramaru as he looks down at him in pain. Wingul grips at his head, his hair turning back into its original dark shade and his civility returning as the Booster's effects wear out with its overuse. He fully realizes that his husband is lying before him with a small puddle of blood beginning to accumulate before he clicks his tongue in annoying. However, it doesn't take too long for him to notice that the other is still somehow breathing--slightly, but breathing nonetheless. "You..." Through his tired and exasperated voice, Wingul manages to speak. "You are still alive?"

[ebonywing]

new year no fucks

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A roll of her eyes and arms crossed, the female removes her glasses as she cleans them with a cloth to wipe away any smudges. If only her eyesight was truly bad, she doesn’t wanna see any of these lame ass people. Making herself comfy and not speaking, she guesses people will understand if one doesn’t speak that it means they don’t want to talk at all.. or so that’s what she thought until the other spoke to her. 

@god. why?

Tbh.. maybe she wants a small chat.

"What I think of it?" She finally places her spectacles back onto her features, "When are we going back home, do you think I like being stuck in here with all these people. Ugh, it’s so aggravating when people who are annoying are also living and breathing here. All in all, I don’t care what happens to this house, if it burns down, if people left, I’d leave too."

Honestly, free them.

"But you know, it doesn’t seem like people WILL leave because considering we have two happy-go-luckys, honestly, when will God watch me die. I don’t know about you, you don’t bother me like them so I can deal. Ughhhhh."

[ebonywing]

Her answer doesn't surprise Wingul in the slightest. In fact, he actually shares quite a bit of the same sentiments just... said in more eloquent terms. Terumi and her attitude remind Wingul quite a bit about an old companion of his from his world, so perhaps the nostalgia that gets to him has him treat her a little better than, say, his own husband. Even so, it does not stop the tactician for scolding her less than desirable tone (smh! treat your elders with respect, child).

"I suppose I understand..." He thinks for a moment, back to all the times Tsuzuramaru has bothered him or attempted to even approach him, to which he grimaces at. As for Tetsuya... Well, Wingul has little interest in interacting with him either. "Though, I doubt we'll be able to leave, let alone go back to our old homes."

"I'd... rather not, but for the most part we'll have to deal with them until they get the hint." He sighs. "It is quite the pain, isn't it? Being forced into a community, and a family, with people you don't care about." Terumi is obviously apart of that demographic, but he supposes she understands that too, now that he really expects her to enjoy Wingul's own company anyhow. "...I wouldn't lose hope just yet, at least."

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"I’m surprised you could tell the difference."

Marebito, by no means, is anything like Tsuzuramaru but that doesn’t mean he can’t tell just what is going on with the samurai in question. He IS a part of him, after all. All of the samurai’s thoughts and doubts, Marebito knows them all. He doesn’t talk much more after his comment however, not right away. What he does do, right away, is strike at Wingul — taking the initiative to begin before their combat banter continues.

The nice thing about Tsuzuramaru, despite being used by Marebito, is that he was always a fast attacker. He was still learning certainly, but he was determined so his swordplay and his eagerness to learn went hand in hand, really. It all paid off, especially when backed up by the sheer force of Marebito. Even if Wingul should deflect or parry and attack, hurt Tsuzuramaru’s body, it wouldn’t hurt for too long — thanks to Marebito, once again. His lips curled into a smile, not the same humble and happy ones that Tsuzuramaru would give, but something far more malicious. 

"Say what you like and think what you like, I am Tsuzuramaru."

"If it wasn’t for me, he would be dead."

Time with Tsuzuramaru’s natural high speed, Marebito puts more force behind each strike, swinging at Wingul without relent and with a clear and obvious intent to not just harm, but maybe even kill. Though it’s hard to say whether or not those are Marebit’s intentions, or Tsuzuramaru’s frustrations finally bearing fruit. Of course, it could ALWAYS be Marebito’s influence over him too but not that Wingul would ever be able to tell the difference, he thinks. 

Just as he strikes again, hard and fast, Marebito can’t help but smile again, directly at Wingul. "Anyway, you’re fighting back pretty hard. Don’t tell me, you actually want him to die?"

[ebonywing]

At least Wingul can manage well against this Tsuzuramaru, however as he's noticed, he's the one that's being pushed back more often. He merely grimaces at the thought but has no time to be nit picky about this sort of thing, he can easily tell that this isn't going to be an easy opponent to deal with. Already has he had some close calls, though he's always managed to dodge or block just in time with some wounds here and there, but he'll need to be more careful unless he'd like to end up in a worse position.

His own fine swordsmanship coupled with his basic artes (most of the others would be too dangerous to use in a confined, presumably nondurable space such as this, and out at sea too...) allows for Wingul to get by well, however Tsuzuramaru's latest strike almost catches him off guard but he blocks with his sword at the last second. Looking into, or rather, glaring, into Tsuzuramaru's eyes, he clicks his tongue in annoyance. If it keeps going on like this, he just may no choice but to use that booster of his...

"The same could be said of you."

"However you're mistaken if you think this is the most I can do." He pauses for a moment, taking this time to push Tsuzuramaru back as he jumps away from the other's range as well. "It would be troublesome if he were to die here, but I have no qualms about giving your physical body any sustainable injuries." Almost immediately after he finishes, Wingul lunges forward to attack. However, through the duration of this battle, he becomes more and more roughed up and as he steps back again, he wipes the blood from his face before feeling an intense surge of mana coursing through his body--a bright lights surrounds him and disappears as suddenly as it came, exposing a visibly different Wingul to the man before him.

There is a much more hostile and aggressive air to the tactician after the transformation, it appears as though much of his sensibility has disappeared, so much so that the next time he opens his mouth to speak, it isn't anything that Tsuzuramaru could understand.

"Yaio'din e detumu pun'suti, edin'mu'ti yaio?"

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"You…" He’s at a loss for words.

Tsuzuramaru knew he was optimistic, he was told so well before Wingul ever came along. He knew he was too humble or he could be pathetic sometimes, he could be too nice for what he wanted to be. However, he never stopped aiming for his goal in spite of all these shortcomings and in spite of all the people who told him different.

But he’s not made of stone and when someone cuts into all his doubts like Wingul just did, Tsuzuramaru falters. He’s only human, after all — and he can’t help but feel smaller and weaker the more he turns over what was said to him. Has he really not made any progress, not gained a single ounce of recognition despite all of his best efforts? His gaze falls to the ground and his fists clench tightly. 

He doesn’t know what to say and he’s not sure he wants to even say anything. However —

"How can you pretend to know me when you haven’t bothered to ever talk to me at all?"

It’s true, isn’t it? Here Wingul is ripping into him without having ever really gotten to know him, and for what? To make him go away or to alienate him so the two never interact anymore? 

No, Tsuzuramaru refuses to allow that to happen even as much as Wingul wants it to. At the very least, if they should part ways then it won’t be like this. Though his resolve has strengthened, there is something, or someone else, inside of him that takes advantage of the momentary shame, the momentary doubt he was feeling. The young samurai has no control over this and he doesn’t know who or what it is just yet — but, with this, he can become stronger and he can prove himself stronger to Wingul even if the ordeal proves to be deadly, he can’t stop it now.

It all happens rather quickly. Tsuzuramaru isn’t himself anymore, he looks curiously older, his skin has more life to it, and even his eyes are different. His entire disposition flips a switch and this new “Tsuzuramaru” now standing before Wingul draws his sword without a word and without hesitance, pointing the tip of the sharp blade directly at his ‘husband’. 

He doesn’t really say anything at first, but then just as suddenly decides to. "Well? Hurry up and draw your weapons, Wingul."

"I’ll show you just how strong this body is."

[ebonywing]

Wingul is, well, taken aback at what Tsuzuramaru says to him. There is some truth to his words, he has to admit, however the most shocking thing of it all is simply the fact that his husband had seemed to snap. Interesting... Surely that has grabbed his attention, although neither of them say much after that, instead the older of the two watches the other, wondering what it is he'll decide to do next.

What Wingul gets isn't what he expected at all.

Tsuzuramaru, who could have been once described as a small, sickly person has now become someone strong, healthy, and even intimidating to some degree. He stares, not moving once even as Tsuzuramaru manages to draw his blade and point it towards him, as though it's some kind of threat he expects Wingul to take seriously... Not that this is something to make much of a joke out of. The person before him has an entirely different aura than the boy he was just speaking to a moment ago, to which he narrows his eyes at. The more he thinks about it, the more he can feel how strong the other is, realizing that there is a very stark contrast between him and who he recognizes to be his husband. 

This man... This man isn't--

"You aren't Tsuzuramaru."

"If you intend to prove to me just how strong you are, I won't agree. Running and using another's strength for help in a time like this... what a fool he is."

For a moment, he recalls a long time ago in which Tsuzuramaru had explained some important part about him; there was something that lived within him--what was it called? Perhaps this is what it is now. This entity who never caused either of them trouble until now, though he wouldn't want to fight it in place of Tsuzuramaru when having to test strength, Wingul still wonders what it's like. This dangerous aura about him, it truly draws the tactician in.

"However," Taking a step or two back, he keeps a hand gripping the handle of his sword. If he plays this right, then perhaps he wouldn't have to activate his booster in order to fight; Wingul realizes that without having properly used it in a while, he would be much weaker to its side effects despite not wanting to acknowledge it, so all he can do is hope this goes smoothly. "I don't take provocations from the powerful lightly. If you're the being that supposedly inhibits this moron's body, I believe he told me that bathing under the moonlight is supposed to keep you at bay. If you plan to charge at me, go ahead." The male can't help but smile, unsheathing his sword before pointing it right back at Tsuzuramaru. "I'll just throw you overboard."

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He expected this. In some small part of him, Tsuzuramaru keeps hoping that Wingul will open up to him and be more friendly but as the months go by, he’s not so sure anymore. At least, partially! He still hopes, even if deep down he may already realize it’s futile. Tsuzuramaru pats Hayato and seems to send his bird off for the moment, so he and Wingul can more privately talk. — He doesn’t plan on leaving just like that.

"No, not exactly." He mulls over what Wingul just said again, thinking on how best to respond to everything. Wingul may not talk a lot but when he does, he sure knows how to rip into this little samurai. So, he’s careful about choosing his words when he next opens his mouth to speak.

"I don’t think you’re incapable, I just KNOW you don’t eat so you can work."

He sighs and rubs the back of his head, unsure of what else he can say — he’s already kind of sure he messed up as it is and Wingul will either get mad or ignore him completely. Those seem to be the only two things Wingul ever does to him for as long as they’ve been together. The more he thinks about it, the more that he feels kind of ridiculous about all of this. Maybe, just maybe, if he were stronger and more capable…

"A-Anyway! Have you? Eaten already, I mean? If not, there’s some buffet lines that are always stocked! You can’t really do work on this boat, can you?"

[ebonywing]

It's rather obvious that Tsuzuramaru is thinking tentatively and carefully about what he does or says around Wingul, though he doesn't bother to mention anything about it. At least, not yet. For now, he simply hears what his husband has to say, though he can't help himself when he lets out an amused grunt which could be interpreted as a laugh.

"I told you I was fine earlier didn't I? If I was hungry I'd have gotten food myself, even you should've been able to figure that out, especially since you know there was nothing for me to preoccupy myself with..." What appears to be a small smile on his face disappears shortly after as he looks to the side into the dark waters in the horizon. He asks Tsuzuramaru why it is he cares so much about Wingul's condition--after all, it's not as though they have any obligation to each other nor does the latter particularly like him.

"It's been months since we've been deemed a married couple, and yet nothing's changed. Do you think anything you can do now, in your current state, would change that?" He finds the thought laughable, really, looking forward again for a second time, tilting his head in wonder. The only people he admires or will keep an eye on are those he finds strong, capable, and/or intelligent. Those qualities, or at least in the volumes Wingul would like, are not found in Tsuzuramaru, he thinks.

"You... who is so small and frail. Who wears his heart on his sleeve or can't even be fully confident when speaking to me..." Perhaps with this, his nosy husband will get the hint that Wingul is far from interested in dealing with him. "You really are weak, aren't you?"

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Since arriving, Tsuzuramaru had actually seen very LITTLE of his spouse. It wasn’t too out of the ordinary for him, for them, but he found it concerning when he didn’t meet Wingul, at the very least, during night. If he didn’t want to share a bed, he could respect that and sleep on the couch or on the floor, he’s slept in worst places. But he couldn’t even do that much given that Wingul just never showed up to their supposedly shared bedroom.

Since it had been several days, Tsuzuramaru sent out Hayato to find his missing husband, smiling at his bird when he returned with news. The young samurai followed dutifully, eventually making his way to a secluded area of the yacht. Unsurprisingly, he should have guessed that Wingul would be in a place like this. 

He pursed his lips together before looking around, calling out Wingul’s name to see if he would respond — he didn’t. So, he began to peek around until he looked over the edge of the yacht to the emergency rafts and found his missing person there. It was a bit strange to be here, but he supposed Wingul had always been like that. "Wingul!"

"I finally found you. Where have you been? Have you been eating? — I know you like being alone but we’re partners, aren’t we? At least let me know you’re okay!”

[ebonywing]

...In hindsight, perhaps Wingul should have picked a spot where he could escape more easily in case his pesky spouse were to come looking for him--which he did. However, it appears as though the tactician simply didn't care enough to pick a better hiding spot, thinking that Tsuzuramaru would leave him be as he always did, but he was wrong and truly does regret deeply. 

Unfortunately, he was caught but there's no reason for him not to concede that at least, despite how much he wanted to rest just now after having done... absolutely nothing all day (being surrounded by all this high energy can be tiring sometimes; now being one of those times). So, with a long, tired sigh does Wingul pick himself up and jump back onto the ship by Tsuzuramaru's side, though, he doesn't bother looking at him.

"It doesn't matter nor is it any of your concern. But, I know you won't stop bothering me otherwise so, I'm fine. Don't think less of me, as though I can't take care of myself." Stretching, he finally turns back to look at his husband with disinterested eyes. "I don't recall allowing you to be my 'partner' either."

"So? Is that all?" He sighs, knowing that Tsuzuramaru often likes to check up on his well-being and while anyone would appreciate the sentiment, Wingul finds it to be rather bothersome. It's not as though he ever asked his husband to do such a thing nor does Tsuzuramaru seem to really know him well enough for the older to actually listen--as far as Wingul is concerned, Tsuzuramaru lacks any of the experience and knowledge that his previous comrades had to intrude like this.

"If that's it, you may leave now."

[ebonywing]

new year no fucks

Wingul has never felt much of a close bond with his family, nor has he ever bothered to try and become more familiar with them (especially considering all of the important figures in his life were killed when he was just a boy). Because of this, he's still currently distant with the family assigned to him in Iunctum despite all of his husband's attempts at getting the tactician to open up. Even with his children, the extent he went for them is to only remember their names and faces until they prove themselves to play a more important role in this man's life.

Speaking of which, one of them--a girl named Terumi--just so happens to sit herself down on the couch besides Wingul with a huff. Although normally he'd opt out of this situation, ignore her, and leave, he thinks about being mildly civil just this once before getting her attention (and it seems like she wanted him to speak to her anyway).

"Young lady... tell me, what do you think of this household?"

[ebonywing]

i don't need friends they disappoint me

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"Hm…well, if you say so."

Tsuzuramaru is still touched that Wingul remembered but he doesn’t want to pester him by making too big a deal out of it. His lips turn with a faint smile at the question and he wonders where they can go. He doesn’t want to make Wingul uncomfortable since well, he barely leaves the house unless he absolutely needs to. This leaves him with a few ideas and he’s glad for his birthday celebration to be something simple in the end.

"I think…do you remember when we first met here and I got distracted by those food stalls?"

He remembers it well given that it was their first meeting after all, and not to mention the food he had eaten there was to die for. He hoped Wingul wouldn’t mind eating some of it too since the young samurai himself has noticed that his spouse barely eats. That in mind, Tsuzuramaru hops up and dusts himself off, patting Hayato once on the head before allowing his bird to perch on his shoulder like usual.

Tsuzuramaru hurries over to Wingul and assures him that the day will be over before either of them know it but regardless, he’s thankful for the treat. Even if it is a special occasion, he notes that he’ll have to repay him somehow and sometime if Wingul will ever allow it. He’s confident he’ll find a way though, ushering his husband forward to lead the way with the samurai following closely behind. "I won’t stray this time around, I promise!"

[ebonywing]

"... ..."

"Unfortunately."

Their initial meeting was most definitely not the most memorable nor was it the most pleasurable meeting Wingul has ever had. First impressions were made severely worse after Tsuzuramaru ended up distracted by the food surrounding them, causing himself to become lost within the large crowd despite Wingul having told him not to do so--and now that he thinks about it, the tactician has no idea why he ever bothered to go back for his spouse.

...But enough about that. He finds it pointless to mention much more of his bad association with the place anyway, instead he takes the hint that that's where he would like to do dine and sucks up his annoyance just for today. "Hmph, you're worrying about me even though today's supposed to be about you." Wingul can't help but muse particularly loud enough for Tsuzuramaru to hear. "This time, I wouldn't imagine that you'd stray too far either." Especially considering they're going to be heading towards the food, rather than way from it.

It doesn't take too long for them to make their way to the food stands, luckily enough, but it's still much too crowded for Wingul's liking. "I see it hasn't changed much since the last time we were here." Although perhaps he means more since he was last there, thinking that Tsuzuramaru must have visited these stalls often before returning again today. With a good look around, he can at least see the appeal of the cuisine here, even if they might not always be to his exact taste, so he can easily see why his husband chose this area to dine in. In the midst of it all, Wingul turns to face Tsuzuramaru as he rests a hand on his hip. "So, do you plan on staying in one place or moving around?"

[ebonywing]

i don't need friends they disappoint me

[statusdeceased-deactivated20170]

"My…eh? EH?! You mean you knew when it was?"

Perhaps he shouldn’t have acted so surprised but for Wingul to give him the time of day let alone this much came as a shock. Tsuzuramaru had long since resigned himself to this, he was happy just to be able to be near him really, to be able to protect him though he doubted he needed it but it was enough. Even if Wingul avoided or came to a point where he hated him, it was alright, Tsuzuramaru thought — he was used to something like that. It was hard for him to remember his past but he could remember the village, the family that shunned him as well.

He was hurt by it, but it was alright too, so long as they were safe then that was what mattered most. It’d be hard for him to not admit that he gets lonely from time to time — how he sometimes longs for someone to be by his side and accept him for who he is, how he is, despite everything. But that seems like too far off a dream. Tsuzuramaru quickly manages to regain himself however, clearing his throat a bit and managing a smile to forget the harrowing thoughts. He hops up quickly enough and dusts himself off, thanking Wingul for his kindness even if it is a bit roundabout.

Still, he appreciates the gesture regardless and finds that he’s happier than he has been in a long time from something as simple and as small as this.

"Even if it’s just a one time thing…"

"Thank you Wingul, really. It means a lot to me that you want to do this with me even if it’s only just this once.”

[ebonywing]

He doesn't necessarily understand what the fuss is about when it comes to Wingul knowing something about Tsuzuramaru. Despite his disdain for being married to this person, it's only natural that he knows some information or two (aside from basic personality) about his husband. Even without the title of marriage, they've known each other long enough for Wingul to feel as though he needs to keep tabs on the other with these sorts of things. It's just a smart, or habitual, thing for him to do.

"I wouldn't be irresponsible enough not to know." He puts it rather bluntly, also mentioning how he only really has that information out of obligation rather than actual care. "But in any case, it's not something to make a big deal out of--me knowing when your birthday is, that is."

"... So don't mention it."

What he says may come off as being somewhat bashful, although if Tsuzuramaru is smart, he's know otherwise. Wingul would much rather not have to hear anything about this afterwards, understanding that this (as he's stated before) will not happen often, if again at all, and believing birthdays aren't all that special considering they're celebrated every year. Either way, he lets out a small sigh, starting towards the front door to go outside.

"Where would you like to go?"

[ebonywing]

i don't need friends they disappoint me

[statusdeceased-deactivated20170]

Truthfully, Tsuzuramaru wasn’t entirely sure what to do for his birthday. It seemed like any other day at first, he was thankful for the small gift his bird had gotten for him, happy that Hayato had remembered. Though his gift was simple, it was heartfelt and the young samurai appreciate it for what it was and grateful it was food at that. He was already munching away when he heard Wingul moving around the bedroom, having since used it as an office of sorts.

In the end, he didn’t think much of it — of Wingul, he didn’t want to bother him or burden him though he hoped that they could act civil towards each other and perhaps grow closer over time. Even if Tsuzuramaru himself wasn’t the most adept when it came to things like that. Caught up in his own thoughts, the samurai didn’t even hear Wingul approached, startled before he quickly calmed and listened intently.

Happy surprise laced his tone as he responded.

"You want to go out? Is there a special reason, Wingul? Oh — but yes, I’m available. ..Where did you want to go?”

[ebonywing]

Wingul knows perfectly well that Tsuzuramaru must have remembered his own birthday, it's too obvious on his overly content face for it not to be true--he must not have expected for Wingul to actually remember or care (not that he really does anyway). Still, he sighs again, leaning against the wall as he looks to the side.

"I suppose you could say that. Today... is your birthday, is it not?" He glances towards Tsuzuramaru, closing his eyes before walking closer to the other. "I don't know what you like other than to eat, so I propose we go out to a restaurant or something similar to that. I'm sure you're familiar with the eateries available around here; you decide where we go."

"It'll be my treat as well," Wingul pauses, seemingly to think for a moment before continuing. "But don't take this the wrong way. I'm simply following the advice of a king and this won't be a regular occurrence."

[ebonywing]

i don't need friends they disappoint me

Most birthdays and celebrations of that sort often held little to no importance to Wingul, finding them to be trivial if not a waste of time (aside from grand victories as well as important events). So for things as minimal as this, it's only natural for the tactician to coop himself up in his quarters, continuing to work despite other people's protests against it.

Even now, he wishes to do just that as it is his spouses "special" day; though he doesn't, having recalled Gaius' command to take it easy every once in a while. He sighs, figuring that if there's any time to do just that, it's now. Might as well get it out of the way, he supposes, as he makes his way to where Tsuzuramaru rests on the couch.

"Tsuzuramaru."

"If you're available, we must go out."

[statusdeceased-deactivated20170]

headaches and heartaches

[statusdeceased-deactivated20170]

Part of him thought that this must be how Wingul expressed worry — or care, though the latter he believed to be was more farfetched. Tsuzuramaru exhaled in relief however, the worry slowly ebbing away from his mind and heart yet this was a double edged sword as in the more his overbearing worries disappeared, the more that left room for the pain of the booster to infect him. He tried not to express it even despite how his head was throbbing, aching every second with the pain of the implant — he had told himself he wouldn’t burden Wingul with this as he had made it clear that there was nothing that could be done. The young samurai attempted another smile, pressing a hand to his forehead as a creeping sickness swept over him.

Trying to focus seemed a monumental task with this pain yet Tsuzuramaru pushed himself to do so, holding his breath prior to a slow exhale. His eyes fluttered open soon after and he rubbed his forehead once again, distracting from the pain as much as he was able even if only a fraction. It was enough to keep him going, dark eyes snapping back towards Wingul when he spoke in his authorative tone. It was what he had expected though he surprise was clearly written over the samurai when Wingul continued his points and he wasn’t sure what to say initially. It was almost comical how Wingul had told Tsuzuramaru to relax — Wingul had always been more serious than anyone he had ever met and he almost wanted to repeat the phrase back to his husband but his thoughts were caught in the back of his throat when Wingul finished with a final thought.

The happy shock riddled his face this time around, Tsuzuramaru feeling his heart skip a delighted beat. Hope rose and spread like fire through every edge of the samurai, and though perhaps he knew better in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help himself from excitedly responding. His voice was filled with its usual demeanor as if nothing was wrong and this was any other ordinary day.

"Wingul…! You can count on me!"

"I…I won’t let anything hurt you…!"

A slight tinge of responsibility laced his last remark, he wanted to make sure no harm would come to his spouse — even if they weren’t married due to this society’s rules, he would still have treated him this way. He wanted to protect Wingul to his utmost from Marebito, from what Tsuzuramaru really was. He would be lying if he hadn’t hoped that this would have never come to light, hoping he could have controlled it so that his spouse would have never been the wiser, likewise…he had resolved that if he couldn’t control it, he would have made sure to distance himself from Wingul all the same. For his protection, for Wingul’s safety from the Marebito that plagued Tsuzuramaru’s body…it was all because the young samurai didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore, didn’t want to become a liability because he wasn’t strong enough to control himself, to protect others from himself.  Perhaps this was why he continued to ignore the pain that plagued him even now — no matter what, he would be strong.

A soft sigh left him and Tsuzuramaru piped up once more with an idea, "So…let’s try and just act like it’s a normal day, is that okay?"

[ebonywing]

The way he switches immediately from one demeanor to another surprises Wingul. He didn't realize that Tsuzuramaru is capable of returning back to his normal self so quickly, especially after such a serious moment as that. It's weird that he seemed to hop back onto his feet after hearing that Wingul will be around him for the time being. Did it really make him that happy?

"Hm, you're an odd one." He muses, taking his time to process what his husband says. Despite their highly contrasting personalities, it doesn't seem like they're too different in regards to loyalty and service to others they... care about. Assuming that Wingul is someone Tsuzuramaru truly does care about and doesn't simply feel the need to act like this due to their "relationship" status. He turns and begins to make his way to the kitchen for a glass of water without another word. Once there, he glances at the other from the corners of his eyes, sighing as he holds the cool cup in between his hands. "But, thank you, though." It's a quiet phrase of gratitude, rarely ever used by Wingul to express sentiments than just a neutral thanks when others run errands for him and whatnot.

Hearing Tsuzuramaru's next suggestion, he places the cup down onto the counter as he leans against the surface. "Normal?" What can be considered a normal day for either of them? Although it's still an unfamiliar routine to Wingul, all he has been doing recently is venturing out to do minimal tasks for himself without any subject of Auj Oule to do it for him. Rarely has he ever left the castle, enamoring himself in all that work, oftentimes going days without sleep or a good meal, so it's odd being outside as much as he's been. Aside from that, his typical day now also consists of heavily ignoring Tsuzuramaru's presence and actions. Considering he can't really do that for the sake of keeping his promise of being by his side as well, there's no way he can begin to call doing that a "normal" day. Besides, he doesn't think it's a very good idea to leave the apartment today with all the possible dangers that threaten them now.

"What would you call a normal day for yourself? If possible, try not to think up something that involves leaving the house."

He poses the question, wondering if he could possibly work off of what Tsuzuramaru normally has planned. It suddenly strikes him that they don't seem to spend a whole lot of time together; all this time his husband has wanted to get along at the very least, but Wingul didn't want much to do with him and is still a bit reluctant. Oh well, that's just the way the cookie crumbles... But perhaps Tsuzuramaru can finally get what he wanted and spend a little bit of time together despite Wingul's thoughts about it all. Though, for now, he supposes he can push aside his negative opinions just this once..

[ebonywing]

"I’ve always been there for you even when you didn’t realize it."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me? I never asked for you to care, don't act as though you have to."

"If you're looking for an expression of gratitude, this is the wrong place for it."

[ebonywing]

"Can’t you see I’m only trying to protect you?"

"Can't you see I don't need your protection? I've said it many times before, and you never listen do you?"

[rpmememaker]

Yandere Sentence Memes (Part 2)

"Are you going to beg?"

"That was not a suggestion…”

"Can’t you see I’m only trying to protect you?"

"There, that should keep you quiet."

"If I can’t have you, no one can."

"If I see you talking to anyone else, I’ll kill them."

"You’re so lovely with that terrified expression…”

"Why do you look so scared? I only wanted to play…

"You’re already falling asleep, don’t fight it…"

"This leash is such a flattering color on you…"

"I’ll break your legs so you don’t run away."

"You were with someone else, I know it!"

"You don’t want me to gag you, do you?"

"Doesn’t our love being forbidden make it even more romantic?"

"You make cute expressions when you’re asleep and all alone…"

"I’ve always been there for you even when you didn’t realize it."

"Forget a big wedding, who needs to know?"

"I prefer you to be mine, all mine."

"I wonder how your scream sounds…"

"That’s not good enough, I want to own you completely…”

"No one will love you like I do."

"How is my love so terrible?"

"I’ve held back for too long…"

"Tell me you love me… tell me you need me…”

"I want to feel you from the inside…"

"You can beg better than that…"

"Shhh, it’s okay baby. I won’t hurt you…"

"I love it when you’re feisty…” 

"This can just be some funny story we’ll tell our children someday."

"So silly of you to change your number; you should’ve known I’d find it."

"I’m sorry about that. You know how crazy you make me, darling."

“No, please don’t make me…”

"I’d rather die."

"You might have me but you’ll never own me completely…"

"What do you want with me?"

"Please, I won’t tell anyone, please…"

"How could you!"

"Leave me alone."

"Don’t touch me."

"I trusted you…"

"Stop, please…”

"Help! Someone help me!"

"So you killed my friends?!"

"You promised you’d never hurt me…"

"Will you let me out this once? I’ll behave, I promise!"

"How can you say we’re meant to be?"

"Oh my god! You’re insane!"

"A restraining order is what you’ll get!"

"What’s going on? Where am I?"

"W-wait, can’t we talk about this?!"

"I never said I hated you, so please. Please stop this!”

"You’re starting to scare me…"

"I’ll never love you."

"But I’m with someone else."

"He/She’ll save me, you’ll see…"

"N-no, not there!"

"Why are you being so demanding, you don’t own me!"

"Stop, I can’t take it!"

"W-why can’t I move?"

"I’ll do what you say, please don’t hurt him/her!"

"…you wouldn’t dare."

"I’m sorry, I’m so s-sorry…"

[statusdeceased-deactivated20170]

headaches and heartaches

[statusdeceased-deactivated20170]

Tsuzuramaru wasn’t sure how to react.

Wingul didn’t seem to care about the fact that Tsuzuramaru normally inhabited in a partially rotting body, a body that had died — nor did he seem to care that he was currently in such a body. He supposed that was for the better for that was hardly Tsuzuramaru’s greatest concern. It was the fact that he didn’t feel that presence which could only mean that along with his state, the Marebito that possessed him had been transferred over as well. He didn’t want to alarm Wingul by speaking about that too, though he seemed perfectly capable of handling it — Tsuzuramaru couldn’t help but worry, couldn’t help but feel guilty for putting his spouse in such a trying predicament. There was a way to prevent Marebito, at least for the time being, from taking over thankfully, but he wasn’t sure if Wingul would be keen on the idea.

"Wingul…" He began, unsure of how to best approach the subject. He looked to his usually bandaged arm once again, then back at Wingul’s now rotting arm. He figured that Wingul would grow irritated if Tsuzuramaru hesitated so he spoke his idea aloud and explained to the best of his ability. Though, it was easy to tell by his mannerisms, just how nervous he was about the whole ordeal. "That’s not the only thing…if you ever feel strange then please tell me immediately. There’s…someone else that inhabits my body. It’s mostly under control but sometimes it can be dangerous." He spoke seriously on the matter, meeting Wingul’s steady gaze with his own.

"No…no, it should be fine."

"Even if Marebito gets out of hand, bathing in the moonlight would help keep him under control."

Though he would normally have gotten embarrassed and been unable to say so, Tsuzuramaru was surprisingly serious during the ordeal. Perhaps because of his worry, or maybe more so due to his own guilt. He was so overcome with emotions that he had forgotten the pain that was consitently throbbing through his head. Until Wingul’s words echoed from the back of his mind and Tsuzuramaru blinked in realization, touching fingertips to his forehead. He quizically looked at his husband, his expression neutral until the pain proceeded and though the young samurai tried to keep his expression the same, it would falter with hints of pain.

He had trained for awhile to become a samurai, a full fledged samurai — however none of his training could have prepared him for this. He didn’t want to appear weak or as a liability, as a burden, so despite the great pain he felt, he didn’t say any more on it and dealt with it silently. Instead, he managed a faint smile as usual and rubbed his forehead habitually in attempts to ease the pain. He found it hard to focus initially but tried to keep talking so as not to focus on it, patting Wingul’s arm with his free hand. He was still undeniably cold, like a corpse — it made him frown though he didn’t comment on it, instead spoke an idea. "Until this is over, I’m going to be by your side. You may not like it but, I want to…watch over you. Though don’t misunderstand! I don’t think you can’t handle it just…I’m worried about you."

[ebonywing]

It's ridiculous how much Tsuzuramaru worries over such nonsense and even more so that he can't seem to get his point across despite how distressed he appears. However it seems like he realizes it too, since Wingul is unable to even tell him to spit out whatever he needs to say before his spouse spews out some sort of response. Despite the tactician's general outlook on the whole situation, he listens carefully to what Tsuzuramaru has to say about the being within him; he has been wondering about this odd feeling within him in all honestly, but because he had the booster for so long, Wingul simply interpreted it for what a person without it feels like. Even so, it's a trait that can be easily dismissed.

However, the main reason for his newly focused attention on the other's general explanation is mostly as an extra precaution. An extremely prideful man, Wingul boasted many strengths and showed little to no weakness; after a while, he grew to be arrogant and ignorant of his own limits, causing his eventual downfall. Back then, at the Temporal Crossroads, he terribly underestimated the severity of the situation and suffered the ultimate consequence of death. Even as confident as he may seem that nothing will go wrong, his subconscious seems to want to take precautions in order to prevent a repeat of those past events, having learned from his mistakes.

Throughout this ordeal, Wingul says nothing and reacts little, thinking upon his next course of action. Of course, even after his husband makes his point and stops talking, he still remains silent for a moment or two before sighing and brushing away the other's hand from him. "...Do what you want." He speaks bluntly, "It's no use trying to argue with you about letting you stay or making you go. You won't leave, anyway, am I correct?" Looking directly at Tsuzuramaru, he can't help but feel as though he empathizes with him in the strangest of ways. Wingul understands the desire his husband holds to protect another, wanting to be by their side in order to watch over them. Though he laughs, it's quite an admirable trait to him.

"And stop worrying. There's no apparent danger present right now, so you'll only be wasting your energy by doting on me constantly. If you plan on staying with me then I expect you to make yourself useful if needed, so relax because you won't be doing anything productive by being uneasier than I." He pauses for a moment, thinking if perhaps he should offer the same sort of comfort. Although, it's not something he's rather accustomed to giving, being as blunt, honest, and as harsh as he is. Still, he supposes it's best to try. "But, I suppose in order to return the good deed, I will be here for you as well. Although, I am serious when I say that I have no immediate remedy to alleviate any pain, at least, not on hand." But it does seem like he's doing well suppressing the aches himself (or rather just ignoring it). Perhaps Wingul mistook his sort of character all along. How amusing.