#leventar

[ragedagainst]

@leventar : ❛ you don’t mean that. ❜

" oh ? are you in my head, wraith ? " jyn asks with an arched brow, leaning forward ever so slightly and invading the other woman's space. to sell this, she has to make it convincing ; it's not a promising start if ghafa already has her suspicions. this is her own issue that needs resolving, not the crows'. if someone is going to die in this careless pursuit, it will be jyn and jyn alone. but clearly, ghafa can't take no for an answer the first time around. that unerring selflessness she sees in the other woman's eyes almost irritates her ; she will not have someone else suffer for her mistakes.

" but if you're still having trouble, let me make it clearer : i don't need –– or want –– your help, " she says, lip curling up in a sneer. to make it convincing, she has to burn bridges, but this is what she's best at -- lying and running away. her eyes flash dangerously as she says dismissively, as careless as brushing something off of her shoulder absent-mindedly, " you'd only slow me down. "

[bllakc4tmoved]

'IT'LL BE FINE, ' SHE HAD SAID, : ' WHAT COULD GO WRONG? ' SHE HAD ADDED. oh, that silvertongue of yours ... how effortlessly it convinces! though 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 with her, ( A FOREWARNING ALMOST ) she can genuinely say this time that this result had not been intentional. though it was amusing, that'll she admit. ... it was all to practice her technique, to test the limitations, &. TO BREAK THEM! ( though it should have been known, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. ) it wasn't exactly the first time he is a witness to it, nor his first time as her complice in the chaos.

SHE GESTURES WITH HER HAND IN THE AIR, : AS IF BRUSHING OFF HIS COMPLAINTS. ... ❝ oh please, it went fine all things considering. ❞ corners of lips painted black tugged upwards. ( DID SHE BRIBE HIM? 𝐘𝐄𝐒. BUT WAS IT APPRECIATED THAT HE WENT ALONG STILL? 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐒. ) of course, this she would not voice, perhaps mostly in the form of a tease. &. attention shifted from @leventar + satoru to THE CURSE, which barely holding onto its' existance. ... it tries to escape, but it can barely move. with almost a tired sigh, as if this was a chore : the click of her heels echoes, as she approaches it. ❝ alright, time to put you out of your misery. ❞ there is a hint of distaste upon 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, ... signaling how this is no favor to the curse. cursed energy imbued in her claws, ( INHERITED ) ready to deliver the final blow.

[osaumu]

sparring with yosano had its advantages, at least when dazai was slammed into the floor, she'd have to pay special attention to him afterwards and tend to wounds she purposefully inflicted. it was interesting, and dazai felt he learned quickly what to expect when she huffed and blew a stray strand of hair from her face, shuffled her weight onto her back foot and breathed in before lunging for him. her timings were impeccable, and though her techniques weren't ground - breaking, dazai struggled in evading her advances and a few times had ended up sprawled beneath her before both retreated to their respective corners of the makeshift arena, only to begin again. no shame to be had in losing to her, humiliation would only serve as a greater deterrent and cause greater mistakes, and after all, this was for fun if nothing else.

⅋ @leventar, yosano akiko . . . “ too rough for you? ”

her voice swam into the forefront of his mind once the blow from the cement floor had subsided in waving over him, dazai peeled open his eyes to meet her gaze with lips pressed together, sparing a look to the wrists she'd pinned beneath her palms before tutting, and in an instant hooking a leg around her to turn the tides. in a swift movement, he had her underneath him with a roll of his eyes, one knee applying pressure just above her elbow, other hand mirroring her earlier position, her wrist in his palm and pressed to the floor. the press of the rest of her body had been weaker, almost as though she'd expected him to give up after taunting him ⸺ not likely. nothing to prove between them, but dazai would be a fool to let her walk away with so many victories under her belt. simply, he'd been waiting for the right time to strike, and yosano had provided the perfect opening. “ you shouldn't gloat until your opponent is fully incapacitated. that's just common sense. ”

[imitora]

  ▍ FEATURING . . . GOJO, SATORU ⤻ @leventar .

night hung heavy in the humidity under a cloudless sky, gentle breeze blowing through the trees though hot, sticky. he hated it, the damp of the air, the lack of respite from it even under the cover of darkness. he'd foregone his usual attire, performance halted in the face of need and duty to growing his own arsenal. donned simply in what he might have worn all those years ago, trying to blend in, remain a hidden figure where his face was most likely burned into the minds of any sorcerer he might have come across in the event of a special - grade cursed spirit wandering the forests beyond jujutsu high. it was quiet, painfully so, his footsteps echoing beyond the treeline, twigs snapping and leaves crunching under footfall. in the upcoming clearing he could see it, a magnificent beast, and if he didn't harbour so much hatred for them, if he found a shred of interest in them beyond what they could do to serve him, he might have found its ugliness had a certain charm, he might have felt sorry for it. whatever human bore this curse and spread it from their own negative emotion must have been truly abhorrent, the curse a liquid form of unattractively long limbs, its head a cross between a snake and a bird. it wailed, having nothing to feast upon in the emptiness of the woodland, no misery to connect to, no peace to corrupt.

as though expecting it, suguru's head turned at the rush of wind that blew in the presence of another. he'd have been stupid to pretend he didn't recognise the feeling of the residuals casting from him, the only other person in the world, this close, who matched him for what he was, special - grade, though he could no longer pretend they existed at the same level. if anything, satoru gojo sat atop a shrine, suguru nothing more than a candle - bearer that the rest of the world would have expected to seek prayer for fair judgement. not likely. a sigh, the tail of it caught on amused laughter. “ i finally beat you to one. ” the game of cat and mouse had yet to bore him, in most cases when a special - grade curse was brought to his attention, satoru had already beaten him there, the feeling of him lingering. “ don't worry, this one's mine. ” even he couldn't deny how whimsical it sounded, like it came from a distant dream, the two of them sixteen again and racing to see who could get to it first, who could claim its victory. allowing his gaze to rake over satoru's form, to take in the changes the last four years had gifted him, the thought came. “ oh. unless you're here for me? ”

[memuntos]

jae-yong slapped the hood of the car with such force that the metal body practically heaved with the blow. the vehicle was already exhausted by its new beaming driver and he had barely even taken her out for a spin yet. that was precisely why he sat parked in ilaria’s driveway with a gas station slushie in one hand as a poor attempt at bribery. despite how proud he was of his purchase, jae-yong wasn’t stupid. he knew the car could break down at any second and he had no intention of being left stranded for dead alone. he much preferred being left stranded for dead with company and that company just happened to be the girl staring at the cracked headlight. “ ignore that, ” he insisted as he side stepped to block her view. with a toothy smile he rubbed the peeling paint of the car great affection. “ i know betty looks a little rough but the acceleration on this baby ? mind blowing. ”

he glanced lovingly at his car for a moment before turning his attention back to @leventar in a rose-coloured daze. his previous grin had turned borderline shit-eating and a clear indication that he was about to ask her something utterly outlandish. “ sooooo, ria, i’m your most favourite person in the whole wide world right ? ” he cooed insistently, even throwing in a bat of his lashes for effect. “ i know it’s late but you wanna hop in for a joyride ? i got you a drink to sweeten the deal too. ” he extended the flimsy cup to her with his best puppy dog eyes praying that his two dollars wouldn’t go to waste.

[tokageh]

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜ [ nobara ]

vulnerability is not something usually expressed between them. the notion catches in his throat, forming a hardened lump that threatens to steal away his voice. it spreads out through him, fingertips clenching into the inners of his pockets, a coldness down his spine. alone was never a concept that he feared. it had been his shadow since he was young, creeping along behind him and now --- he has people who care. people who would notice his absence in their lives. kugisaki, perhaps, is one of those people. is that why she brings it up? he studies her. as if somehow she will give away her secrets if he stares hard enough. jade irises are quick to look away. he is afraid of what he might find. ‟ you won't be alone. itadori will always be around to annoy you, i'm sure. ” he won't make any promises about himself. he knows he isn't as strong as yuji. he knows he makes decisions that are selfish, and too dangerous. all of these things culminate into something less for him. or perhaps that is only all he expected for himself. megumi draws one hand out of his pocket, and with a slight moment of hesitation, lets his palm rest on her shoulder gently. ‟ i don't think you have anything to worry about, kugisaki. ”

[nullfier]

  ▍ CASE FILE . . . BEI, USHI ⤻ @leventar .

something had to be said for the simple fact that the sky seemed to reflect the gravity of most situations. a dark cloud had settled itself above yokohama's skyline, swallowing the higher floors of the city's pillared towers in a dense fog, rain pooling in the streets mere hours into its stay. in the absence of a crack in the gloom, night fell quickly and only served to aid in whatever secret meeting ushi had taken it upon herself to orchestrate, a message of coordinates and timestamps having disturbed dazai's plans for a quiet evening pondering if the usage of cable ties made for a good enough method of strangulation. probably for the best, as the more he thought about it, barely seeking shelter from the rain as he hopped around puddles in the car lot, the more he remembered the irritating sensation of plastic rubbing against the skin of his wrists, which would be far less pleasant on the neck. another useless notion tossed out of the window as dazai located her car, the port mafia's licence plate all too memorable, and clambered inside, dripping all over the nice leather seats with an odd air of satisfaction and a squeak of his clothes as he settled. there was a reason he hadn't bothered to bring an umbrella. “ ushiiii ... ” blinking at her, the corners of his lips twitched upward in lieu of a proper greeting. “ looking well ... and dry. can't say the same for myself, or your car. ” a sad gesture to the puddle pooling beneath his form and a gentle shake of his hair, and if a few droplets managed to reach her, an added bonus. “ any reason we couldn't do this ... indoors? you know the ceasefire extends to cafes, yes? ”

[wantsforever]

✉ → "if i ask for your help, are you gonna make a big deal about it?" / @leventar

the question is so out of this fucking world that the inhale on his cigarette is stopped mid - drag, the smoke congesting his throat on its destructive path to his lungs.

"you wanna ask for help? shiiit."

plucking the cigarette from between his lips, his mouth curls as he exhales and blue eyes squint against the afternoon sun. the cherry - red tip is pressed against the wood of the step that they sit on outside of his house to join the rest of the scorched marks, the rare warm early spring chicago day tempting them to the front porch. voices leak from underneath the front door, the typical yelling that always exists in different contexts, and he rests his elbows against his bent knees.

"is it illegal shit? if so, how illegal?"

the question needs to be asked. it's said so casually that it's like the words are rehearsed in that exact order, repeated in several conversations. he nudges her with his elbow, ducking his head down to meet her averted downward gaze.

"hey, i'm fuckin' joking. only a little though. what's up?"