FEAR SLAUGHTER. (ap)

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now i have neither happiness nor unhappiness.   everything passes.

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I made this blog not even a week ago thinking it wouldn’t get much traction, but I’m pleasantly surprised I hit 100+ followers through last night. I hope you all don’t mind the sloppy graphic, I’m not the best with photoshop. That’s beside the point. Basically, I’m happy to know people enjoy my portrayal of Saeran and I’m thankful for everyone sticking around, for being so kind, despite me trying to keep who I am very… hidden? For lack of a better word. And of course thank you to the friends who know me from before this blog thus know the real ‘Mint’, lol. Art credit.

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I can’t abide a poor liar.

          words settle like ash in the cage of his ribs, lining diaphragm, stirring with rattling breaths and mingling with collected dust of a body used and worn and tossed aside. absent is the motion of delicate thornpricked fingertips that brush along the curve of lips, red staining creases with the hack of drying and decaying lungs ridden with rot. this is a self-defense tactic. this is not caving under his own frailty. this is not him relinquishing his control to forces with which he cannot understand; it is nothing more than a willing submission to spare himself.

          his frame is wracked with heaving coughs and he chooses to discreetly smear the elixir of his life about the dark and starved fabric of his coat, where it is swallowed up, absorbed, and fueling the monster that keeps his brittle bones fortified.

          the delicate ribbon of tongue hisses violin strums and careful keystrokes, a melody of carnage impending, slender arms crossing about his chest where the too-large coat bunches upon shoulders and makes him appear smaller than he makes himself out to be.

          “          as if you would know whether i fall under such a category. i speak nothing but the truth.          “

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i  am  everything   ,   everything  is  me   .

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hei. hvor er dere alle.

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no, she did not expect an answer . but having to face the tips of several needle, poised and threatening to attack, would that become tiresome soon? it wasn’t about to anytime soon, because she, yet again, felt her heart leap up in her throat, muscles tightening with acute defense . the walls that shot up would easily crumble away by a single command . she knew this all too well . 

do not show fear . do NOT show incapability . lips parting to release a ( shaky ) breath, she tears her eyes away from rashomon, and looks at the hound himself .   ❛   i want to be trained today .  ❜  

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     of all the unorthodox methods ,  he has learned his training procedures from DAZAI OSAMU.   he is strict ,  he is fierce ,  he is thirsty for the blood of underlings that do not meet the high standards that he has put into place.   he is spartan.   (  dazai has carved this image into his bones ,  made him a ruthless and unforgiving monster who does not hesitate to END when MEANS are not met.  )

     no harsh reprimand comes in response but another attack takes the place of what would be a verbal lashing ,  writhing claws of dark cloth sharpened to cutting blades slicing through the stagnant air that falls silent about them.   he does not allow her more than a moment to recuperate  ---  more than dazai would offer  ---  before he is forcing her hand ,  demanding her retaliating defense in the place of blades that bury themselves into the hilt of her collarbones and shoulders.   should she pause for even a moment ,  he will TEAR HER APART.

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‘ Can I? Or— could it be that your generous offer is nothing more than an excuse to do something I might regret later ? ‘

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          “     you accuse me of hostility without KNOWING my nature ?   how presumptuous.   though ,  i suppose it is better to be too wary than to be too open.   no.   i do not harbor veiled intent. “

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Sits down next to Akutagawa while flashing some spicy tiger thigh and leggy in his short shorts. "It's so hot outside today right?"

tears his legs off.

          “     showing weakness ?   foolish. “

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do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot

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0405; princes street gardens

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hums and combs fingers through akutagawa's hair.

          --- !!

such contact is some FOREIGN but not UNWELCOME ,  a sudden intrusion of personal space that is not minded from an invader of his CALIBER.   there is an invitation for conquest ,  the way he ducks his head submissively ,  allows digits poised to crush his skull scrape along the delicate flesh of his scalp.   it’s relaxing ,  he may claim ,  but there is so much more that lies unspoken in the tight and sparking air betwixt them.

brighten do doe eyes ,  the reflected image of something DIVINE shining within obsidian depths ;  a reverence ,  an exaltation.   the man that graces him with his touch is something beyond the comprehension of such a feeble and childish mind ,  something so underdeveloped ,  something pushed to its limits only to snap back into place unceremoniously as his thought process has.   he cannot GRASP dazai ,  no  ---  nor the concept of him ,  in its abstract.   he sways beneath touch like palm trees in the gusts of a hurricane ,  something fragile that cannot hope to withstand the forces of nature  (  or the forces of the man who stands before him  )  .

          “     dazai-san... “

no smile comes to features yet it shines in his eyes ,  loud and exclaimed ,  and he allows hands to bunch in the material at his sides in delight.

          “     is dazai-san so affectionate on his birthday ? “

though it is no protest ,  no ,  but a welcome.   akutagawa invites such a gentle and unscatching touch ,  a nice change of pace to the scolding and reprimanding tones and the harsh lashes that come with disobedience or failure.   (  dazai-san is a kind and concerned superior ,  after all.  )

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@inmaculati  for fathers day !!   ` w`

where normally the given gift would be something gruesome ,  a display of SAVAGERY ,  he ,  instead ,  puts some semblance of thought into his gift that goes further than flaunting strength and mercilessness  ---

there is no blood.   there is no torment ,  nor anguish ,  nor nightmarish hell ,  no.   he presents a simple brown paper sack ,  thrust in the elder’s direction ,  a gaze cast aside that lands upon the junction where pavement and bricking of a nearby building meet.   within it ,  the simple contents of an expensive tie and a box of tea ,  rather than the gory display that may be given to anyone else.   (  like dazai-san ,  for instance.  )

          “     ---  ...   i am not sure what people normally give for these kinds of things. “

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‘ I like your coat. ‘

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          “     would you like to touch it ? “

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        CHILLING. it certainly was a strange sensation; lelouch himself had always been quite thin, but the stranger before him seemed to consist merely of hollow bones held together by thin ligaments. and those eyes, the unnerving way in which they silently picked people apart - although not in any immediate danger, he found himself just waiting for the other to strike.          ❛  akutagawa, was it? pleasure to meet you. ❜

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chilling, yes  ---  it is this atmosphere that he has MASTERED ,  that he composes with an inhuman finesse incomprehensible to the average mind.   like he who trained him ,  he is as appears all smoke and mirrors ;  however ,  something lurks about the trick room that he has constructed.   there is a FEROCITY ,  something snarling and starved as it spends its captive years bound to the cloak he veils himself with.   (  SITTING ON THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF FACE WILL NOT SAVE YOU FROM THE FALL.  )

          “     yes.   and  ---------- lelouch ,  was it. “   this is not an inquiry.   “     the pleasure is all mine.   now ,  if you would . . . “

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                ❛ i just keep getting myself into these situations. ❜ the CHAOS outside the club draws his eye, a field of fires and unconscious bodies spread out before him. gifted against gifted causes more trouble than it’s worth. ❛ you’ve got an air of mystery around you. am i right in assuming you’re the one tearing up the neighborhood ? ❜

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long since has carnage settled about the horizon of the city ;  in his wake he leaves uproarious fire ,  melting steel and cracking and shattering concrete ;  rage.   this is a fury unbridled and unmatched ,  the undertaking of something nightmarish and beyond himself.   behind muzzle do lips pull back over teeth in a sinister display of dominance ,  a gesture that sets himself in a position ABOVE within the deep recesses of his subconscious.

assumptions can lead to DISASTROUS consequences ,  the other should learn  ---  this ,  too ,  will impact him.   rather than bare his teeth in the ferocious snarl of a frenzied and rabid beast ,  a hand lifts to smear red from cheek  (  not his own crimson ,  but of the scattered souls he has wafted away with a swat of fragile and glass-woven digits.  )

          “     my reputation precedes me  ---  or did you draw that conclusion on your own ,  genius ? “

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Will you die soon? Sputtering blood and too weak to walk. Destined to be clandestine, passing your days by with only miserable thoughts, nobody else feels the need to keep you company. Ambivalence towards good and evil, whatever side the country happens to fall on he would follow. But observing others who had a choice, who would kill for their own sake, who would commit atrocious acts just for them- a spy could be jealous. Miyoshi watched the other cough for some time now, it was getting to be a nuisance. Dripping red slips down their mouth and that was his cue to extend an offering. He held a handkerchief in his hand, dangling it before the other. “Finish what you’re doing, then I’d like to ask you a question” Despite how seemingly grave the situation was there was still a smile placed graciously upon their features.

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     it is no specific moment when he finds himself CURSED with these fits  ---  they come and go ,  whether convenient or otherwise ,  disrupting confrontations and disturbing his peace.   WHAT CAN BE DONE ?  ---  but the allowance of such suffering ,  the shell of his prior existence deteriorating with the soul he has long since SACRIFICED for the sake of another.

     (   PURPOSE COMES WITH A PRICE.   )

     not until the bones of his chest settle does he turn that cold gaze on another ,  outright refusal to accept the kind gesture of a stranger as a kerchief of his own is produced from coat pockets ,  crimson smeared from lips ,  staining pristine white as impurity to an existence that deserves that and SO MUCH MORE.   it stains at chin ,  threatens to drip to the fabric of clothing or to the cracked pavement ,  and he smears that up ,  too ;  collects messes like a hobby ,  and washes his hands of the incident.

     this is minor.   nothing more than a nuisance.

          “     whatever would you like to ask of me. “