#reawaken

[beached-boy]

Rage without love is just rage.

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[echosdeath]

this hill means many things to shams. it's the mending of a rotting wound, brittle skin knitting itself over bone; it’s the season where peace used to come to her the easiest and stuck with her the longest, where breathing air into her lungs feels like an afterthought. it used to be a place of self - reflection, where energy used to flow so purely, where she could use her magic without harming anyone else. it used to be a place where she used to escape. now, it feels pointless. with the very same energy she used to defend her surroundings from deep in her soul's core, it feels like she's her very own enemy. everything that made her shams azari was clouded by a force she barely understood. her energy drains far easier, her mood dips with more frequency, and her energy tends to scatter under pressure.  her smile usually flickers so brightly, but this change has altered her body in a way that reminds her of the night her wings were ripped from her back. is the scar supposed to hurt again? she couldn't figure it out. and she couldn't bear to begin this conversation with anyone else.

she hesitates. for a fleeting second she considers telling someone— ailun should be her first choice here. khabib cannot be an option; she knows he will worry too much. and her court, they will only try to find a way to solve an ending that cannot be changed. she can already foresee it: their relentless probing, the dogged interrogation. if anything, it makes her sick to her stomach. even now, she is forced to let go of her own life so that her people remain safe. that's how matters always used to be, but now she feels a twisted urge to speak on it. a darkness that should have no place in her heart. no, if anything, she cannot tell the others. the person that she thinks of now is @reawaken. as if the mere thought of him summoned him right in front of her. she looks up, head tilting. the rusted - gold of sunset cleaves across his face. half - god, half - shadow, split where his skin burns. ❝    care to join me?    ❞   there's a challenge behind her words. ❝    you seem to have something to say. so say it.    ❞   

are you really going to do this? is this the mark you want to leave on the world?

she lets out a breath. to get something, you have to give something of equal value— she may find it pretentious, but it’s a simple truth of the world she lives in. the change she is going through is the perfect example. it is as discomforting as the last time she had to face the changes of her magic and of her body, but it’s only through that process that she can rebuild what she would have broken. that's what she tells herself at least. in front of their courts, she carries the image of a garden of white roses behind a mirror of silver. now, she cannot bring herself to pretend. ❝    what is it that you take me for?    ❞   a pause. her gaze is missing her usual spark. sharp and hidden behind something they both do not dare to speak of. he is just as much of a liar as she is; a mirror she doesn't quite feel the need to look away from. his question and her next question ripple across the surface of the lake: ❝    kaeya, is this the mark you want to leave on the world?    ❞   

[nullfier]

  ▍ CASE FILE . . . HAYAKAWA, AKI ⤻ @reawaken . ❪ . . . ❫ “ WHY DID YOU DIE FOR US ... OVER AND OVER ? ”

he shouldn't have gotten out of bed. or allowed himself to be dragged from it, by the scruff of his neck. he shouldn't have even been there, an outsider brought in from the folds. not even yet part of the team. why did you die for us ? came the question from beside him, and the tone of it wasn't lost on him. disbelief, maybe. or the rumours concerning dazai and his lack of self - preservation had indeed already reached this division. only one answer to be supplied, with a grimace wiping dried sweat and blood from his brow with the back of a bandaged hand. he'd only changed them this morning. “ why not ? ” a moment passing as he popped long since stale gum between his lips, bubble deflating quickly as he turned to aki in the commotion of the closing - off of the street they'd all but destroyed.

shoulder raised in an easy nonchalance, gum then spat and kicked with the toe of his shoe. over and over ? so many questions, dazai's head death - fuzzy and still rattling around from the last forceful throw he'd endured. sometimes he wondered how he hadn't yet suffered long - lasting brain damage from the knocks to the head and the ensuing lack of oxygen. kishibe said he definitely had. “ why not ? ” the same answer supplied, this time with the incredulous incline of his head towards aki, the raise of his brow as though the answer was somehow obvious. though, four times dying in quick succession and sacrificing himself did seem to lose its novelty, and dazai found himself running out of inspirational quotes to leave behind on his not - so - dying breath. “ don't try and thank me by returning the favour. ” the flip - flop of the back of his hand, a passive wave, hollow grin plastered across his lips. with the glances shared from those in the vicinity, they would be seeing more of each other soon enough, this assignment merely a test of ability in teamwork. “ i've got special considerations. ”

[indecisivegloom]

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[nakhama-a]

when megumi notices that aki has slipped from the dimly lit hospital room,   he knows immediately that his brother has gone for a smoke.   his face twists into a scowl,   already dreading the elevator ride to the roof,   but as much as he hates it,   megumi can never bring himself to make a fuss over it.   that was always tsumiki’s job   ⸻   those are bad for you,   aki.   you should set a better example for your brother.   and then she’d turn to megumi and scold him for something,   too.

it’s not like he isn’t grateful to get away from those suffocating white walls,   though.   in the same way aki finds his way to the roof to get away from the solemn sight of their sleeping sister,   megumi finds his way to aki.

‘   ...   those are gonna kill you someday,   y’know.   ’   megumi says,   leaning on the rail next to his brother.   it doesn’t sound like him.

@reawaken​,   hayakawa aki.

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