#grict

[muriokusho]

“It’s so funny you thought you had a chance against me, Miguel.” @grict​

[cursesavior]

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[cursesavior]

✉ @grict said: PINNED [Migs: oops, sorry about my giant muscles and godly physique-]

The movement is sudden, unexpected - one moment Suguru's standing before his adoring followers, and the next he's slammed against the nearest wall, trapped between wood and what feels like a brick wall of muscle. The sound of a gunshot rang out in that split-second between then and now - one second of hesitation and there would've been a bullet buried in his flesh from the assassin that had infiltrated the crowd. It's far from the first time an attempt has been made on his life - even outside of the sorcerers who look upon him with disdain, he's bankrupted and killed more monkeys than he cared to keep count of. Sometimes their families came seeking vengeance, deluding themselves into thinking they stood a chance against him with a simple weapon - typically they never got this far, though. His eyes dart over to where the assailant stood, looking shocked that they'd missed, and it takes less than a second for one of his curses to come crashing down on them, splattering their blood on the white robes of the bystanders. To the monkeys, it must look like they simply exploded - another demonstration of his "godlike" power to keep them in line.

It's over as quickly as it began, and with the threat taken care of and the monkeys either panicking or praying to him more fervently, he can actually take a moment to process the position he's in, looking up to see it was Miguel who had pushed him out of the way and subsequently pinned him to the wall. He shouldn't be surprised, his strength and reflexes were commendable, for sure one of the strongest members of his family - but it's a different thing altogether to see that up close. While Suguru hides his build under loose and flowing robes, the same cannot be said for the other sorcerer, the tight-fitting white shirt leaving very little to the imagination. Those biceps especially... He has the audacity to blush before he pulls himself together, a slight shade of pink dusting his cheeks if one were observant enough to notice.

"Coming to my rescue? How sweet." He hums, a sly smile on his lips. Even if he's sure he would've been able to summon a cursed spirit in time to take the bullet for him, he's still grateful - after all, there's always the chance that he would've been a moment too late, and it's not like he can use reversed cursed technique to heal himself. Plus, Miguel put himself in the line of fire in order to get him to safety - that doesn't go unnoticed or unappreciated. "Thank you, Miguel. I'll remember this."

[cvrseduser]

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Suguru raises an eyebrow at the broader man, lips pursed in discontent as they walk behind thick curtains. A small grunt rumbles at the back of his throat.

« You worry too much, Miguel. Nothing inspires quite the loyalty as fear does, » he explains, stopping and turning around to face him.

« Besides, » he drawls, reaching over to smooth a couple of wrinkles on the other's shoulder. « Sometimes when you try to squash an ant, you accidentally step on several, » he finishes with an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders, so very indifferent of these... collateral damages. His eyes are sharp and cold, devoid of anything as though the weight of his words spoken so lightly blew away everything behind umber orbs.

The monk turns back around, waves a hand in the air, a silent relax spoken in the roll of his eyes. He doesn't necessarily like being admonished for the numbers of his killings, even though he knows the taller man is right. He needs to be careful, he just sometimes can't stand them.

« Fine, fine... I'll play nice—er. »

[hisjudgment]

❛ you can’t let yourself get trapped in an ideal of indifference. ❜ [Heyo!]

"Ah? -- hm." the male couldn't help but stare at the other for a moment. It was strange to be seeking out the way he was. But there was something about the case he was working on that really made him overthink everything. But he couldn't help but let out a sigh from his lips as he snapped himself out of it.

" I guess you are right. But when it comes down to the work I'm doing for you guys, I don't think I had much of a choice. Just overthinking. Nothing you need to worry so much about."

𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || accepting @grict

[ofovertime]

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ” [Teacher!Miguel verse]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 || accepting @grict

"Hmm?" the blonde couldn't help but pop up from his thoughts for a moment. Looking at the other for a second, he couldn't help but turn his head a little. " it's nothing. -- Just a little overwork, so my body is telling me I need to relax. So I'm just a bit spacy right now."

[parieha-aaa]

grict asked: this world, it'll tear the guts right out of you. as you well know. but this isn't all there is. [Yuuta]

❝ at times , it feels that way . . . . it felt that way for a while , actually . ❞ yuta answers after a moment , foregoing stalling & failing to make eye contact with his fellow sorcerer . ( he did , however , maintain his rather constant smile , a broadly utilized one of general contentment . he knew intimately the way in which the world liked to tear the guts out of her victims , for it had once done that to him too ; over & over , in a cycle that felt never - ending at one point . sitting underground , waiting to be executed , tended to put some things into perspective , after all . ) ❝ . . . it doesn't feel that way so much anymore , though . i've got more friends than i could have ever asked for , and some pretty great sorcerers to help me . . . . that includes you , by the way . so thank you for that , even if it's just on gojo - sensei's request . i'd be pretty alone otherwise . ❞

[shometsu]

          “Y’know...  I don’t think I ever told you but  -  I can see why he liked you.”  Satoru doesn’t say much more than that,  large hands rubbing briefly against his thighs as though there’s a sudden,  dirty feeling that lingers upon them.  A vibrant red that stains his skin,  that Satoru often finds himself wondering how many others see it too.  Surely many.  It’s not exactly a secret that he is capable of horrible things  -  that he has committed unspeakable actions in the name of what he considers to be just :   who other than he could do it right?  Who other than he had both the selfishness and selflessness to do what needed to be done?

          “   -   How’s Yūta’s training coming along?”  Satoru changes the conversation before it can even begin properly,  an elbow propped onto the table they across at.  He reaches for the fries upon his plate,  plopping three into his mouth after dipping.  He chews noisily.  Besides,  this was the reason they’d met up in the first place.  To discuss the teens progress;  and how things were going in he and Miguel’s travels together.  It wasn’t time to reminisce.  @grict​