@abrupturn asked: survivor!kyojuro for remembers!akaza au: places his hand in akaza's, locking their fingers together. slowly traces the shape of the demon's knuckles with the tip of his index finger. " hey. i've been thinking about the fact that you still need to feed. i don't want you to ignore it and let the hunger make you do things you'll regret. would blood suffice as an alternative? " he askes, grip tightening as he squeezes the former upper moon's hand reassuringly. " if you want, we could try it. i think that i can trust you. "
Weakness, getting weaker, hungrier by the day. Akaza blinked, slowly, the soft feeling of Kyojuro’s warm fingers sending pleasant tingles to his body. This man was too nice to him, like a burning sunshine, something Akaza can never feel upon his skin. His legs were crossed, sitting in front of Kyojuro, the flame hashira he nearly slaughtered when he was his old self, the monster who only wanted to get stronger.
Akaza swallowed, saliva pooling in his mouth at the thought of blood and flesh between his teeth. Trust him? But what if he can’t stop himself, what if he rips the rest of Kyojuro’s torn body to pieces. He was crippled enough with his missing eye and aching flesh and bones. Tattooed hands turned, taking in the man’s hands into his own, brushing along the warmness of the man’s skin. A gentle pet as he lifted his head, golden eyes round and wide, staring at the Flame Hashira.
“Blood can ease the hunger.” He admitted, tongue brushing over his pale lips before his lips turned into a thin line. “I don’t trust myself, it’s been too long since I last ate. Being here is enough to make my guts twist in hunger and I don’t want to hurt you again.” He sighed, emotions on his sleeves, clear sadness in his expression. The hunger exhausted him, in a way he didn’t know possible, or was it the emotions? The weight of his regrets, his endless carnage. Will he ever be able to stop? Stop without ending burned by the sun.
Fingers brought Kyojuro’s hand up, golden eyes making eye contact with the male. “But if you insist that we try, you have to stop me if I go too far. Cut my head of if you must.” He swallowed, his pale lips pressed down against the back of Kyojuro’s hand. A soft kiss on warm skin, skin so fragile that it could easily break if he bit down into those tiny veins underneath.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Kyojuro?” He wanted confirmation, even if it had been Kyojuro’s own decision to suggest it.













