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That statement, while factually true, only sends him further down the spiral he's caught in. The thought that if he's unable to steady his heart may cause further issues only causes his heart to beat furthermore; At this point, it's banging fists against his ribcage.
'it's no where vital.' He tells himself, trying his best to assist the removal of his suit-jacket.
He draws in a breath, or, at least, he tries— as it catches swiftly within his throat. As much as adrenaline aided the human body in times of peril, it was not as kind in its aftermath. That much had been evident in the acceleratation of his heart, which continued to threaten his ribcage as inevitable panic washes over.
He allows his aching eyes to shut, his eyelashes becoming mired in the combination of the sweat and dirt that stained his face. While that new sensation takes hold of his attention for a moment, he aims to shift it elsewhere; To the dull thrumming in his head, which nearly overlapped the rushing of blood in his ears, which were akin to that of a rough ocean's current.
Essaying the calming of his heart through focusing on it seemed to have worked well enough to allow him to regain somewhat of a steady composure. (And the needed stability to roll the cuffs to his jacket off of his wrists.)
“. . .I-I’m pretty sure I won’t hear the end of this from Munakata-kun." He slurs, still leaning lazily into the palm on his shoulder, despite his suit-top now being sprawled out at his ankles.
"I'll handle him. You just need t-- Naegi," Byakuya scolds as he gives Makoto's shoulder a shake, his fingers still clamped down to make sure the force wasn't enough to send Makoto to the ground. Damn it. Damn it... He's losing blood faster now. Could he follow any instruction? "If you black out on me, I'll never let you hear the end of it."
As if he were ever going to let go of Super High School Level Luck getting attacked by a wall, that he slowed down their mission, or that he was bleeding all over him. Takumi grits his teeth, sucking in a sharp intake of air as the warm liquid pools against his chest and stomach.
Fine. Things are easier when he does things on his own anyway. "... Don't move," he practically hissed as he brought Makoto to lean fully against him. He needs both his hands to wrap the tourniquet, and it doesn't look like his companion can keep himself upright. Their suits are both unsalvageable; what's a little more blood seeping through his shirt? "This is going to hurt until it goes numb."
If Munakata gives him flak for the suits, he'll tell him he'll leave Naegi behind and save the fabric next time. That's what Byakuya thinks to himself as he wraps the tie as tightly as he can above the gaping wound. Once the tie is secure, he slides a pen into the knotted tie and twists until the fabric is bound tightly enough to cut off circulation. That will keep him from bleeding out long enough for Byakuya to haul him to someone whose job it is to stitch up the incompetent.
Only now that the job is done does the heir take note of Makoto's slurred words and closed eyes. Don't you dare, he thinks to himself as he grasps hold of both of Makoto's shoulders.
"Look at me," he orders, giving the other a shake (admittedly, not a rough one). "I swear on the Togami family name that I will get us out of this. All you've got to do is stay with me. Got it?"
The process of securing the tourniquet is enough to hook his fading consciousness, and reel it back into its proper place. Involuntarily, his fingers sprawl outwards in response to the new found pressure against his open wound. Only to then curl furiously inwards, his nails sinking into his palm instinctively; Almost as if he’s attempting to substitute the current pain for something more familiar— Albeit, still painful.
Well, if there’s one thing he does without much hesitancy, it’s the ability to place an unshaken faith in his peers.
He coughs, then, he sputters: “O—Okay. . .” His eyes, dulled in color and glazed over, do their best to keep a proper lock on Byakuya’s. “I believe you, Togami-kun. . . Don’ worree. . .” He slurs, face planted into the other's similarly bloodied uniform: Just below the shoulder. "m' not going anywhere. . . I promise."
He's disoriented, that's a fact that in the present moment, cannot be altered. Yet, perhaps through a subconscious effort, he doesn't allow his cognizance to wane.
He'll keep that promise, even if it means straining the last remnants of his energy.
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𝟏 𝙉𝙀𝙒 EPISTLE. @trigger-happy-harmony SENT: ❝ Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. ❞ byakuya → makoto || BLOOD ON YOUR SLEEVE - INJURY PROMPTS.
ㅤ ㅤ
ㅤNaegi had never been someone with a particularly high pain tolerance, and despite his title, he most definitely was not built for the circumstances of the current state of the world.
ㅤ His suit-jacket, which had snagged against a cut of metal embedded into the remains of a building, had it's fabric torn with a clean cut as a result. And, in the process, had lacerated his flesh beneath as well.
ㅤ And all though he's in a decent amount of pain, the true anxiety that current eats at him is the inevitable chewing-out he'll receive once his wound is sterilized and bandaged. His suit had been tailored-made for him by the Foundation, as most formal wear was difficult to come across during the apocalypse. It wasn't something thread-work could fix, either, had they managed to somehow wash the blood out. . . God forbid his apparel be tacky, after all.
ㅤ ㅤ "Um. . . How bad is it?" He asks, trying his best to remain steady— To comply to Togami's demand. "I should probably take my suit-top off. . ." His words are unsteady, appropriately so for someone in the process of losing a good amount of blood.
Luck always ran out eventually. It was only fitting that Makoto's ran out now. It's fine, though. Byakuya was never stupid enough to bank on Makoto's talent getting them out of a jam.
"It's better to be cut than impaled. You'll probably bleed out any chance of infection," the heir explains (if that's supposed to be comforting, his tone is doing an awful job conveying it) as he loosens the tie around his neck. "It's going to need stitches."
That's all he was willing to say. Makoto was naive, but he wasn't a complete idiot; he didn't need to be told he was losing a lot of blood... he didn't need to be told he could lose consciousness from this amount of blood loss if they didn't stop the blood from flowing so freely. Fortunately, fashioning a tournequette wasn't difficult with the proper tools.
For a second or so, Byakuya thinks Makoto can see what he's attempting by taking off his tie and taking the fountain pen out of his coat pocket. For that second or so, he thinks that's why his companion says he should take his jacket off. That is... until he catches that distant, almost dumbfounded look in Makoto's eyes.
It's not his arm he's worried about-- or it's not the thing he's most worried about.
"... Whatever you're thinking about, stop. The more you panic, the faster your heart beats, and the faster you bleed out," Byakuya scolds as he places a cold hand on Makoto's shoulder in an attempt to keep him from toppling over as he takes that coat off.
That statement, while factually true, only sends him further down the spiral he's caught in. The thought that if he's unable to steady his heart may cause further issues only causes his heart to beat furthermore; At this point, it's banging fists against his ribcage.
'it's no where vital.' He tells himself, trying his best to assist the removal of his suit-jacket.
He draws in a breath, or, at least, he tries— as it catches swiftly within his throat. As much as adrenaline aided the human body in times of peril, it was not as kind in its aftermath. That much had been evident in the acceleratation of his heart, which continued to threaten his ribcage as inevitable panic washes over.
He allows his aching eyes to shut, his eyelashes becoming mired in the combination of the sweat and dirt that stained his face. While that new sensation takes hold of his attention for a moment, he aims to shift it elsewhere; To the dull thrumming in his head, which nearly overlapped the rushing of blood in his ears, which were akin to that of a rough ocean's current.
Essaying the calming of his heart through focusing on it seemed to have worked well enough to allow him to regain somewhat of a steady composure. (And the needed stability to roll the cuffs to his jacket off of his wrists.)
“. . .I-I’m pretty sure I won’t hear the end of this from Munakata-kun." He slurs, still leaning lazily into the palm on his shoulder, despite his suit-top now being sprawled out at his ankles.
𝟏 𝙉𝙀𝙒 EPISTLE. @trigger-happy-harmony SENT: ❝ Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. ❞ byakuya → makoto || BLOOD ON YOUR SLEEVE - INJURY PROMPTS.
ㅤ ㅤ
ㅤNaegi had never been someone with a particularly high pain tolerance, and despite his title, he most definitely was not built for the circumstances of the current state of the world.
ㅤ His suit-jacket, which had snagged against a cut of metal embedded into the remains of a building, had it's fabric torn with a clean cut as a result. And, in the process, had lacerated his flesh beneath as well.
ㅤ And all though he's in a decent amount of pain, the true anxiety that current eats at him is the inevitable chewing-out he'll receive once his wound is sterilized and bandaged. His suit had been tailored-made for him by the Foundation, as most formal wear was difficult to come across during the apocalypse. It wasn't something thread-work could fix, either, had they managed to somehow wash the blood out. . . God forbid his apparel be tacky, after all.
ㅤ ㅤ "Um. . . How bad is it?" He asks, trying his best to remain steady— To comply to Togami's demand. "I should probably take my suit-top off. . ." His words are unsteady, appropriately so for someone in the process of losing a good amount of blood.
✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.
• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here. • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper. • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you. • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
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[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
vengeful - v.e. schwab sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw : death , violence , language , mental health
‘what a fucking cliche.’
‘envy really doesn’t suit you.’
‘don’t you turn that knife on me unless you plan to use it…’
‘you should have let it go.’
‘you can’t just do that to me!’
‘you’ve been gone for hours.’
‘you never said I had to play fair.’
‘that’s a risk I’m willing to take.’
‘you look like a narc.’
‘it feels like dying.’
‘people have an idea of pain. they think they know what it is, how it feels, but that’s just an idea. it’s a very different thing when it becomes concrete.’
‘I did this. I did this to you.’
‘I am alive because of you.’
‘you think I’m playing god? fine, you play, (name). you decide, right now, who should live. us, or them?’
‘it’s a big world. you’re not the only one with talents.’
‘isn’t it silly to lie when we both know the truth?’
‘I think sometimes you make the easiest choice instead of the right one.’
‘make me the villain of that night, (name). wash you hands of any blame.’
‘a promise you can’t keep is just another lie.’
‘I don’t want you to save me. I want to save myself.’
‘I warned you when we met, I wasn’t a good person.’
‘killing me won’t bring her back either.’
‘think hard. we all have to live with our choices.’
‘the next time you point a gun at someone, make sure you’re ready to pull the trigger.’
‘we survived. that's what makes us so powerful.’
‘blood is always family, but family doesn’t always have to be blood.’
‘not all family is blood, right? sometimes we have to find a new one. sometimes we get lucky, and they find us.’
‘this isn’t a stupid game. it’s my life.’
‘are you used to getting what you want?’
‘hasn’t it occurred to you that I can protect myself?’
‘in this world, in my world, people get hurt. they die.’
‘people die in every world. I’m not going anywhere.’
‘you want to be more, (name)? prove it.’
‘they may think they’re kings but we’re the power behind the throne.’
‘i’m not a fucking coat, (name). you don’t get to check me at the door.’
‘where I go, you go. we’re in this together. step for step.’
‘did you always know that you had what it took to end a life?’
‘I thought it would be hard, but in that moment, nothing was easier.’
‘you were never one to dwell on the past. I loved that about you, the way things always just rolled off.’
‘every end is a new beginning.’
‘I underestimated you once. I don’t intend to do so again.’
‘the only difference between us is that you naively insist on preserving what I know should be destroyed.’
‘I played god once and it did not end well.’
‘oh no, it will never work between us.’
‘sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt, you just looked sad.’
‘while I admire how far you’ve come, the fact is, you’re tracking mud into my home.’
‘we can’t shape our past. only our future.’
‘don’t you ever wonder if it’s our fault?’
‘life is more than an equation. a person is more than the sum of their parts.’
‘normal is overrated.’
‘A\a magician doesn’t reveal his secrets.’
‘every power has its limits.’
‘we don’t decide who lives and who dies.’
‘now who’s letting their ideals cloud their judgement?’
‘how quickly we devolve. people become animals the moment they are caged.’
‘if you were superhuman, what would your power be?’
‘ignorance is only bliss if you want to get caught.’
‘i’m still here, still doing what I can, because I want to keep people safe.’
‘never underestimate a woman.’
‘I thought I could save him. I tried. but it didn’t work.’
‘power belongs to those who take it.’
‘sharks come swimming when you make a splash.’
‘that’s quite a talent you have there.’
‘I only hope you’re ready to do the right thing,’
‘you help me, and I’ll help you.’
‘everything’s got a limit. you should find yours.’
‘I don’t feel anything.’
‘oh, sorry, if you thought this was a girl’s-night-out kind of thing where we get drunk and bond, I’ll have to pass.’
‘why settle for one weapon when you can have an arsenal?’
‘the life I had is gone. there’s no getting it back.’
‘the life I had is gone. there’s no getting it back. i’d rather make a new one. a better one.’
‘I thought you were done with hiding.’
‘people can see an awful lot, and believe none of it.’
‘why sit around sulking when you could hurt the people who hurt you?’
‘let’s talk about revenge.’
‘there are limits. I can’t stop nature. can't change it’s course.’
‘whatever’s happened to you, however you’re hurt, you’ve done it to yourself.’
‘oh, I like to think I have a great deal of nerve.’
‘if you had a damn bit of sense you would have run.’
'knowledge may be power, but money buys both.’
‘sometimes subtlety is overrated.’
‘when people stay in the dark, it’s easier to make them disappear.’
‘I don’t want to survive, I want to thrive.’
‘what now? you gonna throw yourself a fucking party?’
‘if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had something against me.’
‘if I wanted you dead, you would be.’
‘whatever you’ve heard, it’s probably true.’
‘is there anyone who doesn’t want to kill you?’
‘how many excuses will you find to vindicate your own stubbornness?’
‘careful is a calculated risk. and I’m very good at making those.’
‘the truth is, there will always be someone stronger than you.’
‘you do what you can. you fight, and you win, until you don’t.’
‘once upon a time, power was determined by linage—- the age of blood. then it was determined by money—- the age of gold. but I think it’s time for a new age. the age of power itself.’
‘let me guess, I’m either with you or against you?’
‘you always preferred being predator to prey.’
‘we just have to lie low until it’s over, and then—’
‘when this is over, you and I are going to have words.’
‘it appears that we are evenly matched.’
‘it always comes down to this, doesn’t it? to us.’
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the deep - nick cutter sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; death , horror , language , mental health , blood mention
‘you only live once, (name).’
‘hope. that’s the hardest part. maintaining hope after what happens, happens.’
‘if you love someone, you love them in all their states, don’t you? sickness and health.’
‘it didn’t seem real.’
‘hey. you shouldn’t look at it for too long. it’s got a strange way about it.’
‘i’m okay. i’m fine, damn it. i’m sorry.’
‘there shouldn’t be a penalty in this house for being scared.’
‘i’ve got good and bad news. what do you want to hear first?’
‘i’m sorry, I’m rambling.’
‘we’re fine and we’re going to be fine.’
‘I trust you.’
‘get behind me where it’s safe.’
‘you’re bleeding.’
‘I’ve never seen anything like it. I never want to again.’
‘you don’t know what you need anymore.’
‘you ever consider that—- that you might be in over your head?’
‘I believe in this possibility, and I will endeavor to make it so.’
‘you shouldn’t even be here.’
‘I take it you’re afraid?’
‘don’t look.’
‘this is madness. utter madness.’
‘it only looks like madness. you don’t know what you’re seeing.’
‘it must be really hard on you. it must really sting, (name). acting as their errand boy.’
‘you were never a good liar. you’re too earnest.’
‘I came because I wanted to. no—- I came because I had to. there was no choice.’
‘everything’s gone to hell.’
‘don’t think I blame you, (name). understand this: I pity you.’
‘you want the truth? I didn’t come here for you.’
‘you’re just a shitty, careless person whose last name I happen to share.’
‘right now I’m getting a seriously fucked - up vibe here, okay?’
‘you’re a better liar than you used to be. i’ll give you that.’
‘it’s not dangerous. not if you respect it.’
‘it’s unwise to let your emotions get out of hand.’
‘it’s scary at first … but you get used to it. people do it all the time. they exist under perpetual threat.’
‘there’s nothing you could have done. surely you understand that.’
‘guilt carves you up, right? things happen sometimes and there’s no way to fix it— in the moment, or any time after.’
‘i’d do the honorable thing and sleep on the floor. i’m real gallant that way.’
‘I say a lot of stuff I don’t mean.’
‘that’s what pure evil looks like. a chaos whose variables are endless—- so huge even the universe can’t contain them. chaos incarnate.’
‘it gets inside you, understand? and once it’s there, you’re not yourself anymore.’
‘it has a powerful pull. very, uh, seductive.’
‘do you really think they’re going to let us go?’
‘why are you lying to me?’
‘do you have any idea how stupid you sound?’
‘what if you’re wrong? just this once?’
‘look at me. for christ’s sake, (name)—- look!’
‘don’t look at it. I know it’s hard—- it wants you to look.’
‘I know this must be a lot to take in.’
‘I can feel myself slipping. my mind coming undone little by little.’
‘that may be the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.’
‘it’s nothing to be afraid of—- cautious, yes, but fear is a wasted emotion.’
‘I don’t want to see. please don’t show me.’
‘please, (name). i’ve never asked you for anything. just this once.’
‘the game is only just beginning.’
‘I just want to go home.’
‘you deserve to be down here. alone.’
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