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[sun-scorned]

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The Eye of Twilight is not a difficult man to find if you walk into the Temple of Koeshin and asked everyone where the Eye of Twilight is. And it took way less effort than Rhaast had been expecting to assure the other people here he wasn’t here to kill anybody.

Having found one of the three...pillars? Leaders? of the Kinkou, Rhaast cuts to the chase and brings forward the issue he’d sought Shen out for:

“Why did you put an indestructible collar on your catboy.”

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@multiiplicity liked for Mason/Libra/Jeremiah/Joshua! {x}

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“Well, well. Here’s a face I haven’t seen in a while.”

The familiar voice rang above James, and when he looked up, he’d see Joshua sitting atop a wall, one leg crossed over the other, palms on either side of him, an expression of light amusement on his face.

“How’s being back in the Realground going for you, James?”

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Careful hands link themselves in with Josh's, fingers unsure, as James, still very new to casual touch, puts his hand in the other boy's. After a moment, he leans in, about to brush his lips against the other's neck -- before remembering that was the main 'off-limits' spot for Josh. Quickly pulling away, a slight embarrassed flush covers his face. "Sorry -- I, uh, forgot about... y-y'know -- sorry." His voice is sheepish, and he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. -- multiiplicity :3c

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He’s getting a bit more used to casual affection–years of such isolation led to touch starvation, and physical touch as simple as hand-holding was foreign to him. But it was getting better. Kissing took no thought anymore, and the two slept on each other more times than they could count. Their trips to various hellish places–the hotel for James, and Tempus for Joshua–served to actually bring them closer, exacerbating their need for touch and comfort. James’ hand was welcome in Joshua’s own, months of them being together leaving him more comfortable with that. It was… improving.

And Joshua thought about this as James apologized again (it wasn’t the first time this had happened, but James always caught himself, and it wasn’t frequent) for nearly touching his neck, a place Joshua had previously explicitly told him to not touch before. He hated anything touching his neck, whether it was a necklace or a buttoned collar or another’s hand. James understood, and respected that, even if there was the occasion that he forgot. But… it was exposure that made Joshua more comfortable with touch, right?

“N–no. No, it’s… okay.”

Joshua turned his head towards James as he took a breath. If there was ever a time to try exposure therapy for this, it would be then. James had seen many sides of him, the darkest and ugliest parts. With this, there was no one else Joshua would trust more than him.

“You… you can if you want. I–I won’t mind.”

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nightmare for joshua: james is standing, moodily, across the street. ever since he escaped the game, he's been... brooding. probably more over his revenge plot against the man who killed him. but as he looks up, he brightens somewhat, spotting joshua! as he begins to cross the street, he only has eyes for the other teen, a grin lighting up his moody features. what he /doesn't/ see is the car, speeding towards him, a horrifyingly familiar event to what got him in the reaper's game to begin with.

nightmares | accepting

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Joshua Kiryu did not miss dreaming.

There were little things that he found himself enjoying a bit more now that he was alive, fully, again (like sleeping, though maybe he did that a little more than he should), but dreaming was not one of them. The first couple times he dreamt again, he wasn’t fully sure if they were real or not. (Hanekoma had to assure him that no, there were not a bunch of snakes in WildKat’s basement, the building didn’t even have a basement.)

But the nightmares were the worst.

He’s standing on a Shibuya street, anything farther than the other side of the street swallowed in white fog. and he sees James across the street. A smile, oddly soft, falls on his lips–Joshua had taken a liking to James during the Game, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. Seeing the other boy light up upon seeing Joshua, too, keeps his smile up, but it’s gone in a blink as lights flash out of the corner of his vision.

Joshua goes to shout James’ name, run at him to push him out of the way, but someone stuffed cotton into his throat, turned his legs to concrete, because he can’t move, he just can’t move, why can’t he move?! The car speeds along, but James doesn’t see it, Joshua can’t move, for once he’s powerless, he has no powers to call upon and no way to do anything–!

The car’s too close. James doesn’t see it.

The sound of shattering glass, made by his mind, shoots him awake. Dark spots flicker in his vision as he tries to sit up, but his body refuses to move. Shadows move in shapes around him, and he swears they’re coming for him, one’s sitting on his chest and he can’t breathe, he can’t move he can’t breathe and they’re surrounding him–

Joshua blinks, and they’re gone. The pressure on his chest lifts, and he can’t stop himself from taking in a huge gulp of air before pushing himself into a sitting position. A trembling hand brushes his messy hair out of his face, the strands having stuck to his cold, sweaty skin. God, he forgot about that. Sleep paralysis was surely not unknown to him when he was alive, but it wasn’t common at all. And it had been many, many years since he was last alive.

Deep breaths, Joshua, in and out. James is asleep in the other room–after he had vanished, James had accepted Joshua’s offer to stay with him and Hanekoma–and alive. He isn’t dead. Not anymore. He’s alive and here and h and Hanekoma had promised nothing was going to happen to him again, and Joshua intended to keep that promise.

Another shuddering breath, before Joshua lays back down and yanks the covers over his head, something he hasn’t done in years.

This was going to be a long night, wasn’t it?

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