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[aicidos]

❝ resentment is a trap of the heart into which everyone falls. ❞ @ akira

twilight princess sentences.   ♡  * @artifye.

anything that lingers in one place for too long is bound, in akira’s eyes, to present a problem. it goes against the very nature of thievery itself. he would not be where he is if he didn’t subscribe to change, no matter how willing he really was when push came to shove. his luck, his routine, his circle, his skills, his devices— they are not what they once were, and so, emotions shouldn’t be any different. it’s why resentment proves to be such a nuisance, unlike fleeting states of mind; happiness, sadness, anger, so on, they all seemed so transient compared with the chain that was holding a grudge. 

well, you can’t really hold a grudge if the person repents, right? or, even more reliably, if you make them—

in what feels like his body jolting itself off a daze he didn’t feel himself slip into, akira blinks. he sees the fine strokes of paint as a whole again, and finds he has been staring into the sayuri’s eyes all this time. he stares for a moment longer, readjusting to the warm leblanc lights. “...have you made it out?” he asks quietly, thinking of that asphyxiating small room, and kitagawa yusuke standing in the middle of it, posing as the roughened easel that mistakenly propped madarame, all while also being the true canvas himself.

[rejusticed]

❝ if we had met earlier in life, do you think that we would have been friends? ❞

“i don’t do friends, kitagawa.” it’s a testament to how late into the endgame they are that akechi’s tone doesn’t contain his normal levels of vitriol. there is only a line of tiredness hugging the curve his spine, resigned as he is to the twisted pull of fate and the hand that wielded it. he’s so past being angry about things. being angry about things was reserved for a time before the red sky, before the world’s end, before akechi died and came back to life. being angry helped nothing, concealed nothing. akechi is not angry, and if he repeats this enough times, surely he will start to believe it.

“and certainly,” he says, willing conviction into the words, as if he only had to say them forcefully enough for it to be true, “i could never be friends with the likes of you all.”

(and maybe if he tells himself that enough times too, he’ll believe it. and if not… then it was just one last lie to keep him company for the road.)

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[toorues]

confidant unlocked! now tooru has to hold a pose for yusuke for about 5 hours i hope you know that

“oh, kids these days... you guys are soo adorable. if you want to look at me this badly, just take a picture! it’ll last even longer that way~”

[rejusticed]

there was no other way to put it: kitagawa was a fascinating character, a talented artist in his own right, but entirely unfathomable to akechi. perhaps he was still too naive, to believe that he, by virtue of being able to switch out masks at the drop of a hat, was capable of seeing through anyone’s mask. because even if he couldn’t unravel it, kitagawa had to be putting on an act.

well, he did seem like the eccentric type, but no one could possibly be so incapable of reading the room and still make it this far into a career under the public eye. regardless, if there was something akechi was accustomed to, it was accommodating the selfish whims of others.

the actor shifts, his mask morphing into a pleasant smile. “is something wrong?” akechi offers, “i’m happy to discuss my characterization of the role if it would help you pin down the expression you’d like to see.”

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