cannibalism as a ‘metaphor’ for love except it’s never been this literal before, never this misunderstood before
(after god, what are you doing to me? seriously.)
this is making me feel a type of way that’s similar to how you’d feel after seeing an absolutely gut wrenching movie. one that leaves you feeling hollowed out but oddly somber, pleased. yet there’s still something that gnaws at your conscience.
obikawa giving up parts of (offering) himself to tokinaga just to ensure that he can live comfortably, live a little longer. remain at his side because (as i’ve stated before) neither of them could survive separation, not anymore. i give you parts of me without asking for anything in return. i give you parts of me because i see /us/, not just me or you. i cannot bear the thought of ever losing you or watching you decay and ultimately crumble into dust. obikawa previously worried that tokinaga would only see him as an object or value him merely as a drug, something that would hide the ‘hideous’ parts of him away that he wishes he wouldn’t have to deal with (which obikawa unfortunately isn’t aware of, for jow at least) but then he realizes in chapter 77 that they both care for each other in an awfully raw manner. the body language speaks for itself (and it speaks volumes at that, tokinaga’s childlike and uncharacteristic happiness; something we only got to see in specific circumstances and ironically enough when he was able to sleep well thanks to obikawa[‘s drug] and his tears of happiness, pure and unadulterated glee to see obikawa back in one piece, rushing in to hug him despite the possible danger of the knife in the taller’s hands.)
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