#incantat1ons

[malient]

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

      𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. numerous eyes are scrutinizing her from a very short distance drinking in all she offered at surface level. it left a dry, unquenched texture in his mouth. he longed for more, but her former silence was deafening. until now, as the woman weighed every option and surveyed his next course of action. she was alone, no one is coming to save her just yet. once caught in his midst, the outcome was destined : akin to vows one couldn't 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 away from. sukuna doesn't simply approach, understanding his position as she did her own. there isn't an escape, and he could overpower the other without breaking a sweat.

      pale, subtly rose tinted lips are curving. amusement feigns due to her question. it was hardly anything complex, even she could gather a few brilliant ideas. index finger sways, black talon glimmering softly against overhead light. tsk ... ❛ careful now, you might change my mind with that attitude. ❞ such a keen stare she possessed. the accursed settles upon compiled gravel and rubble fixtures. it was a temporary seat, 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 enough to calm her worries. ❛ well. ❞ expectancy. as though she should already know what his intentions were. ❛ perform as nature intended, or do i need to set a pyre beneath your feet ? ❞ @incantat1ons

[brazenlystrong]

Cont. [x] // @incantat1ons

★ A playful grin forms across his face, dancing at the corners of his mouth like sunlight flickering through wind-stirred leaves. Blue eyes are like matching glints of mischief, gleaming and conveying inner joy that blooms to the outside in the form of pure laughter. For the first time, perhaps in his entire life, he feels as though nothing tethers him to the ground. The buoyancy of an unburdened soul.

As his palms meet the towel below, fingers splaying for balance, a current of tension ripples up his arms. He’s relaxed, even in the way her body is wrapping around his own, her legs around his waist, nearly tipping him over with such a strong grip that it impresses Satoru. Down his spine, the muscles lit up in a chain reaction until his entire frame hovers in a poised stillness. He wouldn’t want to lean too much on her, so there is restraint in the way biceps draw tight and his body refuses to budge any further.

The kiss is reciprocated, as gentle as could be despite the urgent clash of lips. Sunlight pours over him like liquid gold, catching in his lashes and tracing the angles of his face. He pushes his glasses up, and in his gaze tenderness shimmers like a dream painted in the colors of the sky. The reflection of her is etched onto the glossy cornea of cerulean optics. And he can't look away, like she is the source of his happiness, watching over her with quiet, profound affection. And when her index is pressed to his lips and she tells him to shush, he listens.

The words finally hit a moment later. He stands stunned, suspended in a moment that is both impossibly new and deeply familiar, like returning to a place he has never been but somehow always longed for. There’s a slight tilt of the head as if he's trying to hear not just what’s being said, but what’s being meant.

She loves him. No, she is in love with him. There’s a difference.

On a whim, he flips them both over so that she is lying on top of him instead. His hand immediately laces into midnight blue locks, carefully curling the tips, before his palm is positioned to cradle the back of her head. Nothing else matters than this moment right now. He focuses on her, ego stripped off, and his heart stirs with an instinctive flutter.

“ How about we turn this spark into something real? Go out with me, ‘Hime. ”

[curseat]

▒ ━ RE. IORI UTAHIME . . . @incantat1ons : ” THE SHADOW COVERS YOU IN A NIGHTMARE. ‟

THERE'S A CERTAIN FLAVOR OF SENTIMENTALITY in kyoto that suguru can't quite place : the very air seems to be doused with remorse, as though he is already missing what has yet to be lost , a paradox within a paradox within a paradox. although the sun shines high in the sky, with the last remnants of the summer humidity still lingering, the aftermath of curses hiding on every corner of the school and of japan is enough to sour his mood — not that it takes much to do that these days, no, these days the world is as if covered in a never-ending fog, with no way to escape the ever-growing grey that consumes the streets of japan. somewhere, from the corner, he hears satoru's obnoxious laughter, certainly the aftermath of gloating about some thing or the other — it's been like that lately. suguru is half surprised the higher-ups allowed him to participate of the goodwill event at all : the strongest is always busy nowadays ( suguru tries to ignore the aftertaste of bitterness that comes with the title — it swirls in his stomach like a particularly nasty curse ) , though perhaps it would have been more fair if he wasn't allowed to participate at all.

suguru closes his eyes, weariness clinging to his bones and making a home out of it, his fingers twitching for the small delight and reprieve that a cigarette brings. he only realizes he's not alone anymore when the sun that shined on his face is blocked, now shadowed. he opens his eyes, slowly, a small, [ nihilistic ] smile on his lips as he looks at utahime, friendly as ever ( not being around satoru always brings up a nicer side of him ) — said smile trembles on his lips as soon as he hears her words ; something uncomfortable coils itself around the base of his stomach. „ it's the heat. “ a beat. he shifts uncomfortably . „ it's been positively nightmareish. “

[ohnoesgojo]

(both @incantat1ons )

the vending machine ate his money. again. he pressed the button for his ridiculously sweet max coffee. the little light came on. whirring sounds happened. and then… nothing. a deep, profound, existential silence. the can remained, taunting him from behind the glass.

he stared at it. ( i could vaporize this entire machine. reduce it to its component atoms. it wouldn’t even be hard. ) a weary sigh. it was too much paperwork. he was just about to kick it, the old-fashioned way, when he sensed her. the familiar, irritated thrum of her cursed energy coming down the hall. a welcome distraction.

he didn't turn around. just leaned his back against the machine with a dramatic, long-suffering groan, as if it had mortally wounded him. he slid his blindfold down, resting it on his nose like a pair of reading glasses, and stared at the ceiling.

"utahime." his voice was a weak, tragic thing. "i'm dying." a beat of silence. he knew she had stopped. he could feel her glare boring into the back of his head. "this… this machine…" he patted the vending machine's cool metal side. "it has my coffee. it's holding it hostage. i can see it in there. calling to me. but it won't let it go." he looked at her fully then, his blue eyes wide with fake, tragic sincerity. "it's okay. you don't have to save me." he said, placing a hand over his heart. "just… tell shoko my last words were 'i told you so'."

[ohnoesgojo]

(annoying beam go! DIRECT HIT ON @incantat1ons )

“psssst.” the sound was an insistent, annoying whisper from directly above her. “hey. up here.” the late afternoon sun was warm on the stone path of the school grounds. she had been having a perfectly fine, quiet, gojo-free afternoon. a rare and precious commodity. “utahimeeee. don’t ignore me. i know you can hear me. your cursed energy is getting all prickly. like a little angry sea urchin.”

a long, weary sigh. she finally tilted her head back. and there he was. he wasn’t on the roof. that would be too simple. too boring. he was just… floating. a few feet above the pagoda, sitting cross-legged in the empty air as if it were a solid floor. he was casually unwrapping a popsicle, the cheap kind with two sticks that stained your tongue blue.

his sunglasses were pushed down his nose, and his impossibly blue eyes were dancing with a terrible, familiar light. “i was getting bored.” he announced to the sky, before his gaze dropped to her. “and i was thinking.” he took a loud, obnoxious slurp of his popsicle.

“if you’re so weak,” he said, the words echoing slightly in the open air, “how do you even hold up a sword? aren’t they heavy? does someone have to carry it for you? like, between fights, do you have a little guy? a little sword-carrier guy?” he pointed at her with the dripping blue popsicle. a smear of sugar water fell and evaporated a dozen feet above her head.

“be honest. you have a sword-carrier guy, don’t you?”

[markedforsorrow]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. || accepting

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜ for Shoko -- @incantat1ons

Shoko rubbed at her eyes. She felt tired. The kind of tired that sinks into your bones and just doesn't leave for days. I'm here for you, it was all well and good, but it wasn't like Utahime could wave a magic wand and get her eight hours of sleep a night.

She dropped her hands and gave Utahime a weak and tired smile. "I know. I can always count on you, Utahime," she said, and then glanced down to check her watch. It was quiet right now, quiet and there were no patients for her to treat in the infirmary, no corpses for her to autopsy in the morgue. She could probably take a break. She prayed she could take a break.

"You know what would be a huge help? Come get coffee with me. Make sure I don't fall asleep while walking on my way to the staff lounge."

[brazenlystrong]

utahime loves the beach but she's never gone with a plus one before. with motherly panic, she's rubbing him down in sunscreen, concerned for the safety of his skin. hands lathering his chest and arms and then his face, "did you bring your hat? are your sunglasses okay? your eyes aren't hurting right? thank you for coming with me."

@incantat1ons

★ The sky is an endless dome of blue, stretching out to the horizon. The sun casts a hazy shimmer the ocean, making it glisten like liquid sapphire. The waves lap at the shoreline, curling into white foam that races forward before melting with the scorching sand. The sound of gulls circling in the air mixes with the noise of the water splashing. Occasionally, a pelican glides low and casts a fleeting shadow on sunbathers below.

Utahime and Satoru are hidden beneath the wide canopy of a colorful beach umbrella. Satoru's nose wrinkles from the scent of salt and coconut sunscreen. They’re seated on a beach towel, slightly rumpled from Satoru’s near-constant fidgeting. He’s been wanting to go run along the shore, but Utahime had stopped him with the reminder that he hasn’t put sunscreen on yet. He relents but not without pouting through the whole ordeal.

He doesn’t budge from his spot however, letting her apply the sunscreen to his porcelain skin. Goosebumps form from shivers derived from the pleasant touch, kind of like a cat whenever it gets stroked. It’s a nice feeling, to be cared for. Then the questions arise, one after the other. Satoru motions a hand to adjust his glasses. His blindfold is ideal when it comes to concealing his eyes fully from any source of light or unnecessary fatigue. But Satoru prefers his glasses whenever he’s out on the beach. Besides, they go with his swimming trunks. That way no one would question the accessories he’s wearing. No hat, though. But he doesn’t think it’s a big of a deal.

Satoru carefully takes hold of her hand and lets it rest pressed to his chest for a moment.

“ I’m fine, ‘Hime. ” So odd to be saying this, but they’re way past that awkward phase now. They’re closer than they’ve ever been. “ Thanks, too. ” He places a little chaste kiss on the back of her hand before standing up. “ Oh, wait—did you need help with applying sunscreen to your back? ” He lightly, almost bashfully, scratches at the back of his neck.

[deadlincs]

random wheel of verses sort of ( accepting ) — @incantat1ons

Despite the slew of inconveniences that have plagued him as of late, it wasn't his intention to bring forth such misfortune unto another. He's never been the sort to do so even when there was a justifiable reason. Yet Hiromi's control over such influences has grown brittle as of late. He's too pressed around the edges from constant overtime and general lack of self-care to keep things in check.

All it took was a single, absent thought. Wouldn't it be something if a car sped by and kicked up all of that pooling water? And it certainly was something, indeed.

The car didn't even slow when the rainwater crested into a giant splash. If anything, the vehicle sped up even faster, peeling away well over the speed limit. A pang of guilt lances through him upon realizing he might not have been the only one impacted. Unless the person beside him somehow managed to sidestep the water completely. Which would be ideal, but not even his cat-like reflexes evaded in time. Not that he made an attempt in first place — Hiromi merely stood still without a single care.

"I'd offer a handkerchief, but I think that's... soaked too."