#unspector

[mooonburn]

❛ – — i realize how naive it sounds now but , i started because i hoped it would make me feel closer to mister kougami , that somehow it could help me understand him . ❜ the shape of a laugh trembles and hesitates in her voice , a wavering dark sound smothered by a long draw off the cigarette . this is a ritual with pavlovian results , the heady smell of smoke sedates her fraying nerves with remarkable efficiency - in its wake the wanting comes in waves and akane misses shinya kougami just as sharply as the day she found his letter and his absence . an ineffable quality of vulnerability spreads like a dark stain in her eyes as she meets @unspector steady gaze with a quivering cynical smile .

[nonspector]

‘ are you trying to make me angry? ’

WATERSHIP DOWN     :     @unspector.   accepting.

❝     DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED TO TRY    anymore,  gin.     ❞     eyes slide shut,   &   lips curl ‘round a cigarette,   drawing smoke in.   behind it,   his grin is a slight thing,  embittered   &   sharp.   they are so cold now.   the rot between them is writhing   &   wiggling,   a maggoty corpse of a bond,   a graveyard of boyhood memories.   he took a drape of smeary,   blackened film to tie around his heart,   &   it turned into a skin,  into a shell,   into anything but a wound.   wounds bleed,   wounds are open,   wounds can heal   —-   but he’s already broken all the bones,   split all the sinews,   &    nothing grew back right,   all of it crooked   &   wolfish.   

inspector   &   enforcer    [    you were his best friend    ]    paralleled   &   unreconciled until the end.   this is a chronic pain he stopped paying mind to long ago,   the ache of it dulling with time.   you don’t have any space left for it,   do you ?   what will be left of you,   after you’ve spilled all the entrails on the lawn   &   fed all the bones to the dogs ?   how far will you go to cut your own throat ?   as far as i have to.

smoke billows past his lips,   into the air,    a hazy layer of grey that dissipates after a moment,    &   he meets ginoza’s eyes again.     ❝      you’re gonna be angry whether i do this or not.   so let me do it.        ❞

[robotise]

unspector replied to your post “of COURSE someone has giffed the part where kangjoon is eatin the...”

im rly so focused on his jawline like? damn??? i guess men are valid!

JKDSJFSDK MEEEE

[nonspector]

“You’re not supposed to read confidential reports.”

HE FLIPS THROUGH THE TABLET, each page more damning than the last. a descent into madness, it shows. the reports of his deteriorating psycho - pass, his inability to separate himself from the specimen case. there is no hope left for him, beset by a rage that would sicken someone down to the roots of their teeth.

"Still have my access," Kougami says, finally, setting the device to the side. the illuminated psycho - pass, recorded at 98, disappears into it. a report signed off by Inspector Ginoza, describing all this ugly, meaty truth. it speaks of a man gone blind in agony, in not so many words.

And he is that very man, flexing his fingers into a strained, flat fist at his side. gone ravenous, gone wild, it won't be long now he knows. they'll send him the call any day now, an attempt to salvage his psycho - pass, call it rehab, therapy, anything but a cage, a white - lighted tomb where all the wicked go to die.

[enspector]

“ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ”

MISC PROMPTS FOR YOUR FEELS !    @unspector​

           𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚆𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚁  , 𝚂𝙷𝚁𝙴𝚆𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁  ,  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝙵𝙻𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙻𝚈   .  her thoughts rush by her in a torrent  ,  in a violent rush that leaves her feeling waterlogged  & riotous in her pursuit  .  akane snatches ginoza’s chin swiftly  ,  she is all greek sadness  &  fury  ,  she is all ancient longings forgotten  .      “     you are an absolute fool ginoza nobuchika .    “   she kisses him then  ,   silences any of that anxious prattle she knows hes already begun to orchistrate in a futile attempt to make her see his sense of practicality despite how skewed it was  .  

[enspector]

“ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ”

MISC PROMPTS FOR YOUR FEELS !     @unspector​

          𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙼𝙼𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙻𝚈  ,  𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙼 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙶𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴   .  all of her becomes some pious offering to the temple of his adoration  ,  his love  ,  her eyes seething the sentiment choked against her teeth  .  her swallow was cutting  ,  ginoza is all saintly tragedy  ,  bironic hero in his brooding intensity  &  she loves him all the more for it  .  for his unrelenting fierceness  ,  for the finite certainty of his assertation  ,  he said it like her safety was guaranteed if he he willed it hard enough .   “     i know  .  .  . nobuchika  ,  i only wish you would consider yourself more often .    “ she chides him gently  ,  but there is an urgency masked in the trail of her whisper  ,  an apprehension she took care to soften  .

[enspector]

AKANE EYED HIM SPECULATIVELY, A CHASM OF SILENCE SHUTTERED THICKLY THROUGH THE AIR  &  AKANE BEGAN TO WORRY AT HER BOTTOM LIP RELETNLESSLY   .  ginoza looked weary  , the corners of his mouth worn into a strained frown that had once seemed familiar to her  .  but  ,  he wasn’t telling her something  ,  he seemed resigned to stubborn silence  &  for now  ,  so was she   .

the seconds stretched into agonizing disquiet  ,  akanes restlessness festered into something wild  & she jolted from her seat with an exasperated bark of impatience  .  her eyes softened when she finally looked at ginoza again  ,  all the savagery seemed to leave her with finality  .  akane crouched next to him, a flushed cheek pressed to his thigh with such tenderness  .     “     what is it you aren’t telling me . . . ?   “

[nonspector]

❛ where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay? ❜

@unspector       :      i don’t remember what meme this is from.

❝      you sure this is a     conversation you wanna have,   gino  ?      ❞        you’re going to leave,   i can see it.     it’s here that the teenage boy riots,   as his ghost blackens in the face of their mutual ruination     [     is this where you thought we would be standing ?     ]       there are roots here,   ones that run far below the surface of the skin.   the splayed soul.   the open palm.   these are not so easily revoked,   &   yet     —    &   yet.   

he can see the oncoming storm.   the severed ties.   the snapping bones.   they lay out before him like roads,   &   he is stagnant,   trapped in the vicious cycle of his own destruction.   a violent hurt shoots through the veins,   clanging   &   slashing,   how dare you ?   how dare you ?  he refuses to move for a moment,   eyes slit   &   cold.    at his hands,   the knuckles re - split   &   bleed from the strain of his clenched fist.    &    then it dissipates,    a jarring removal of all emotion,   the features blank.    what is the opposite of love ?    indifference.        ❝       ‘cause i don’t.       ❞       &    he slides past him,   hands in pockets,    chin up   &   forward.    he doesn’t look back.