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@ryuzxki​ // continued.

Hikari takes a moment to process what he had said. There’s a small hum as she acknowledges him. For a moment, she wonders what her death would be like. Would she die from natural causes? Or perhaps an accident? or even...

“If I were to die, I think i’d want to be murdered...” Words come out quiet. There’s a thoughtful look on her face.

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@ryuzxki​​ SAID:  ❝ These are men, not monsters. ❞   ✚   MEME: black sails sentence starters   ✚   send a MESSAGE?

Annoyance. For the first time since they’ve known each other, it’s obvious on his face. It’s brief, quick to be replaced by his usual self-satisfied smile, but the chink in his armor is no doubt noticed by the sharp-eyed detective.

          ❛  There are exceptions to every rule. Some men are monsters.  ❜

There are a few faces in mind, but one in particular stands out. Something tightens in his gut and his smile grows icy. 

          ❛  But if you disagree, answer me this! What makes a monster? What is the dividing line? Surely, with your interest in crime, you know exactly what I’m talking about. How far must one go to lose their own humanity? How long until one is no longer a man at all? These are things you have to consider — perhaps you’re being too literal.  ❜

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@ryuzxki INCANTED:

[ text ] the last time i was spending time with you, i noticed that you had a few books on demonology... would it be surprising if i said that i was a bit interested in that subject myself? 

[ To: Study Buddy ]  oh, yeah! i like researching religion in my spare time. demonology has been my latest fixation. did you want to borrow some books or something? 

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ryuzxki replied to your photoset: tinyshinysylveon: “I really can’t get a read on...

its INCREDIBLY clear they love each other i honestly dont understand how one could think otherwise??????????? its just Orihara Brand Love tm

i am here with some thoughts and opinions. izaya “noo haha i was just USING celty to protect the twins to keep her DISTRACTED...haha nooo” orihara is as transparent as a window . as if he couldn’t have sent celty on some other wild goose chase .. and they know! the twins know and they just accept that they’re oriharas and oriharas don’t love like anybody else does . kill me

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@ryuzxki​ // continued.

She really can’t stand it when people waste food. 

“If you’re not going to eat it, then give it to me. I don’t want it going to waste..” There really was no use in trying to make him eat healthier options, huh?

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ryuzxki replied to your post: drrr canon in crowd accept me when

they wont accept you because you write izaya right so they are just being in character sorry no hot pot for you!!!

YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.

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@ryuzxki​ said:  “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.”

MEME // accepting

Hikari frowns at him. “But it’s not that bad of a cut..” 

She wanted to say she can take care of it herself. Yet, here she is, allowing him to place a bandage on her hand where the cut laid. This was ridiculous. It wasn’t even bleeding that much. She watches him patch her up and then looks away mumbling a small “thank you.”

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@ryuzxki​​​ SAID:  🧠 !! ✚   MEME: symbol prompts   ✚   send a MESSAGE?

He awaits the promised phone call with bated breath, radiating an excitement akin to that of a schoolgirl with a crush. L intrigues him, delights him; he actively enjoys every moment spent in his presence, every moment spent just thinking about him, even on the occasions it has been to his detriment. He simply cannot get enough of the man, overwhelmed with the promise of possibility that his mere presence provides.

In return, the most he can hope for is equal parts fascination and disgust, he knows that — but he doesn’t mind, consumed by the idea of a nemesis (friend?) worth his salt. It is not often that Izaya feels truly challenged by another, and it is even more rare to find a psyche similar to his own. It is exciting, he is excited: it excites him to find a kindred spirit, someone with an intellect and personality that rivals his own. It makes him feel less...            ...Well, he wouldn’t say alone. That’s melodramatic. But it makes him feel less matchless, peerless, monopolized by himself. 

It makes him feel less bored. 

He is shamelessly enamored, so much so that Namie has noticed and will occasionally make some biting, sarcastic remark about the “budding romance” between him and “that creep.” It doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t argue. In fact, he doesn’t even entirely disagree: there is something undeniably romantic about all human connection — more philosophical than literal, of course — and it is so uncommon, so rare, that he finds himself feeling truly connected in a way that matters beyond the superficial. 

The phone rings, he answers quickly, voice breathless and fervent: but, unfortunately, no, it is not L, but someone else, someone who doesn’t matter. Something about a job he was meant to do. The person is quickly brushed off, told to contact him later. He has some very pressing matters to attend to that simply cannot be brushed aside in favor of something else. 

Anyway, he hopes that this will not be another letdown. He cannot imagine a betrayal worse than this. L turning out to be boring beneath the shiny veneer would be a knife to the gut far worse than even the disappointment that came with Judah’s unfortunate ... everything. He needs L to be extraordinary.  He needs L to remain divine and absurd and beautiful and frustrating, because anything less would be a heartbreak. A dull, monotonous heartbreak.

But, on the off chance it does happen, if he does let him down, he’ll be sure to drag him down, too. He will pull him, violently, down, down, down into the bitter grime of disappointment, that ugly, deformed place where Izaya so often finds himself. He’ll be sure he pays. He’ll be sure he knows the extent of his betrayal, if it is to happen. 

Neither of them, he’s sure, would have it any other way.