OH, DEAR.

i am the architect of this world

[le-compositeur]

It's been a good run.

[shu417]

Rainy day.

[le-compositeur]

I'm....sad. And I'm not sure why. I feel like I've lost something important, but I can't imagine what. Either way, I feel as if I've made a huge mistake and somewhere I went horribly wrong.

I'm going to get into the bar's most expensive champagne and scrape myself against the walls until I think straight again.

Perhaps captivity is making me a bit mad.

[le-compositeur]

If you don't keep a birds wings trimmed, eventually they'll grow enough to be able to fly. And if there's nowhere to fly to, well, what a shame for the furniture.

[glitterrabbits]

[the-composer]

❛  i believe in annoyed at first sight.  ❜

❥   FEELING   THINGS   | accepting

❛ Now are we talking about the first time you laid eyes on my resplendent visage, or are you referring to my... fellow Composer? ❜

[le-compositeur]

If I was referring to that abomination I would address him. I'm afraid I mean you, your Highness...

[dandybarista]

@le-compositeur      /      bounced.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve developed a teacher/student kink.” He rolled his eyes good-humoredly. “Though… the discipline seems t’be workin’ on you. I can tell it’s something you crave, despite the volume of yer fits.” He reached out to ruffle Yoshiya’s hair. Sanae knew what this was: purpose. Yoshiya is looking for purpose to fill the void after the Games. In the UG, Yoshiya may as well have been in limbo. This fixation, albeit bizarre, gave him a reason to drive forward.

“I’m not gonna play tutor, but someone’s gotta be yer voice of reason here, an’ I guess that’s me…” His gaze dropped to the bandaged thigh. “Be that’s the most pain you’ve felt in ages.”

[le-compositeur]

The look of incredulity is thick enough to clog pipes. The steely gaze could (affectionately) break the dark lens of those glasses. "I didn't stick around the UG to be someone's pet. Or take a bullet to the leg. By the way don't you dare try and play babysitter while He's off being a social butterfly." He waves off the hand as if it were an obnoxious bug. Still, he's right, loathe as he is to admit it.

It's good to see him anyway, the mere presence drops the act and relaxes the muscles. "Isn't it difficult to treat me like a child when you've been between my legs? I may not be a Composer, but I'm still much older than most." He tilts his head back with a tiny cloy smile. "Look at you with your Grace around your neck."

[le-compositeur]

Looks like someone actually has the heart to spare a few minutes.

I think I've memorized how many fish you have. Oh, and they have names.

[le-compositeur]

" Did you learn yer lesson yet? "

That's a difficult question to answer, daddy barista sir.

What lesson are you referring to? I seem to be glued to the school desk these days. My Captor has high demands for behavior and I seem to earn a lot of F's.

You gonna back him up with a little after school tutoring? I promise I won't ditch seeing as I can't walk. Though something tells me that's a little out of your comfort zone. Should I send you back to the espresso machine?

miss me?

[the-composer]

I'm bored and my leg hurts and if I'm not entertained your dead god's pad is going to suffer for it.

"Welcome back, tweeny. It's nice to finally see you conscious again. Do you need a refill on your meds? I'd hate to see you nullify your recovery by pitching a hissy fit.... again.”

[le-compositeur]

Isn't keeping me sedated a little sadistic? Not to mention lazy. What has you so busy that you don't have time for me, Yoshiya?

[the-composer]

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   // accepting .

Since discovering the real status of Yoshiya's existence--namely that he's not a Composer--their `games' had been relatively tame. Yoshiya may belong to the UG now, but he wasn't a deity, therefore he could be hurt, and he could feel pain. With that in mind, Joshua had been letting his stubborn counterpart set the pace even though what he was clearly doing is testing the Composer. Pushing and pushing the limits, which Joshua admired but considered utterly stupid. To say it's unwise to be poking this bear is a gross understatement.

"So, you're set on leaving this time?" His tone's deceptively friendly -- chipper, even. The sound of a gun cocking echoes through the Room of Reckoning.

"Didn't you know by now? No one leaves me." He's not so cruel as to shoot Yoshiya more than once. A single bullet will make his point. He fired at close range to ensure the bullet burrowed itself in his calf and watched impassively as his dear twin sunk to the ground in front of him. Slowly, he stooped down, and in that same cheery voice, purred,

"It hurt me to have to do that, but you gave me no choice... You can fix this though if you promise me you know better now... I'll clean you up."

[le-compositeur]

Leaving was never an option, he knew that. The walls of the city were sealed. He was free to roam the streets of course, but without Joshua at his side, he'd grown attached to his gilded cage in the most unhealthy way. Much as he'd come seduced by tempting fate to learn what he could get away with.

He wasn't sure why he'd said he was going to leave, he didn't mean to of course. Perhaps he was testing *himself* to see if he could even stomach it. Unfortunately he'd racked up quite the tally of his own sins lately, and, admittedly, had gone too far a few too many times. Which is why, despite how fast it all happened, he realized he deserved such a grandiose gesture fired from the barrel of a gun. The blonde had already expected an ill fate with Joshua's syrup sweet voice. He knew it was laced with cyanide,

Eyes flung wide and he barely had time to flinch before he hit the floor.

And it *hurt*. Not immediately, adrenaline does wonders. But once he noticed the blood soaking into his pants the pain kicked in and he doubled over, nauseous and shaking. He felt the blood drain from his face, eyes graying over with static and ears ringing horrifically loud. He barely heard Joshua speak and could only nod dumbly, certain whatever he said that was the reaction he wanted from him. He didn't realize he was making any sound, a tiny shaking single tone between sealed lips. The litany of curses were kept at bay by sheer will and his stubborn resolve kept him from actually passing out. The static subsided, the ringing eased and he was finally able to look up at Joshua.

"I s-swear I'll never d-defy you. A-gain. I won't even l-leave here without y-you. I'll crawl at your feet. I can't d-do much else anyway."

[badxbaby]

[le-compositeur]

My precious captive swan

I have snipped your wingspan

My precious captive swan

Here all clipped of kickstand

Your spirit wont last long

Oh to be captured by you...such a gilded cage

[le-compositeur]

[the-composer]

le-compositeur​:

For one so adept with a gun, his lovely mirror image seems to have a way with knives. His words cut. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. The tension has to snap. Because one of them will break and Joshua knows who it will be. Little birds have fragile bones. “Why do you think I have any interest in him? My curiosity was rhetorical.” His voice is very soft. “And clearly we do not have the same…sync as we did.” His smile was incredibly tight and devoid of humor. He’d cry, if it weren’t for his pride. He leaned in, close enough to smell the sticky sweet of champagne on his lips.

“I can’t believe you replaced me.” The slap that followed stung the palm of his hand. Even bolder he was to stand and loom over his once upon a time partner. “Are you going to lock me away and snip my wings like you did last time or can I leave?”

The acoustics were great; they amplified the slap, really dramatizing it appropriately. One second his eyes were fixed on his twin’s mouth and the next his head had been snapped to the side. That was a worthy bitch slap, no doubt backed by the force of Yoshiya’s charged and aggravated emotions. He’s lucky he didn’t catch his tongue or cheek on it.

“…in my defense, I wasn’t trying to,” he said, slower than he’d usually speak, a mix of wooziness and wariness that both faded by the time he heard the question. He turned his gaze up his former flame.

He smirked as if he had clued in to something–something that Yoshiya may not have.

“No. You cannot leave. You’ve got some making up to do before I forgive you. Besides, it would be rude of you to leave before meeting your–as you want to believe–replacement who is stopping by.”

If Yoshiya tried to make a break for it, which Joshua half-expected, he would run into some… walls. He had essentially been locked in without even knowing it. The entire city, for the time being, would be his cage.

[le-compositeur]

It might as well have been yesterday. Except, shockingly, he isn't on the floor at his twin's feet. He expected it, really. It was almost more disconcerting that he was left to stand.

"I should turn right around and walk out."

But I won't.

He sat back down, slumped rather, his glass forgotten as the bottle itself found its way in into his hand and the lip pressed itself to his own because this was the only kiss he wanted right now. "So I take it this is my punishment for dropping off the face of Shibuya? I have to face my own reflection, the one that wears your ring, and play nice?"

[le-compositeur]

" my, rather ambitious aren't you ? Although...I must inform hysterics won't win men, dearest." // appears by unpopular demand hello ~

Good advice for someone looking to win, but unless you're implying I have to win him back and by proxy, take him from you, then I'm afraid it's wasted wisdom. You can't win something if it was always yours. Dear.

[the-composer]

le-compositeur​:

Oh well wasn’t that just the icing on the cake. His mood is soured and sits on his tongue like the lingering bitter crisp of champagne. Which has gone straight to his head on an empty stomach. He’s punch drunk on a toxic wash of bittersweet nostalgia and gut wrenching jealousy.

“I think the last thing I want to do is meet your new arm candy when it looks so much like myself. And I really shouldn’t speak for him but I highly doubt h he’d have any interest in seeing me since he has his own infatuation to fall over.” The smile is lost on the end of that sentence and when he greets Joshua’s gaze again it’s with a cool cut of those grey eyes.

“If you touch me again I’ll slap you.”

“Then quit talking out both sides of your mouth, petit oiseau,” he murmured with a sugared sardonicism, cloying and cutting in the same breath bordering on condescending. “Perhaps he’s just curious about you, like you are him. What’s the harm? You’ve come a long way. Why don’t you stay over?” Yoshiya’s steely glare stopped him temporarily, pausing at the crossroads of what to do next: relent or provoke?

“I’d love to see you try.” He set his flute aside and sat perfectly still, leveling his stare. “For old time’s sake.”

[le-compositeur]

For one so adept with a gun, his lovely mirror image seems to have a way with knives. His words cut. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. The tension has to snap. Because one of them will break and Joshua knows who it will be. Little birds have fragile bones. "Why do you think I have any interest in him? My curiosity was rhetorical." His voice is very soft. "And clearly we do not have the same...synch as we did." His smile was incredibly tight and devoid of humor. He'd cry, if it weren't for his pride." He leaned in, close enough to smell the sticky sweet of champagne on his lips.

"I can't believe you replaced me." The slap that followed stung the palm of his hand. Even bolder he was to stand and loom over his once upon a time partner. "Are you going to lock me away and snip my wings like you did last time or can I leave?"