#lovesigned: konan.
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❝ dante flaked on me. ❞ okay, so, dante had other plans. it's all the same, really. moriko fumbles in their bag for a moment, before producing a second bento, clearly made painstakingly with love. or something like it, anyway. is it weird to offer food to your former kinda-boss? maybe. does it matter now that there's no need for her to be your boss? probably not. ❝ and i'm lonely. and you look lonely. so join me. ❞ please. say please, mori. also, maybe don't insult her? ❝ if you want, anyway. ❞
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@lovesigned ( Konan ) said: ❛ i don’t actually enjoy killing. it’s messy. the blood gets everywhere. it’s just necessary sometimes. ❜ ( meme. )
his eyes never move. for a moment, they are devoid of emotion ( not expressionless, but like a balloon having met the sharp edge of a needle, slowly bleeding itself dry of what once was there. a placeholder for anything that might be stirring just below the surface. ) then his tongue clicks, and the clock goes back to spinning forward. ( as if they’d been taking a stroll together in the labyrinth of his mind, taken a wrong turn, then crashed through the floor only to smash back into reality. from grayscale into vivid technicolor. )
“ yeah? well. humans are messy. it follows that their innards would match the inside of their skulls. ”
philosophy hour with Hidan. always a treat. but somewhere between the lines, in what was unspoken, perhaps it was. a rare window, partially open, into his psyche ( a glimpse, if you will. but can you trust it? can you trust anything that sounds remotely genuine upon Hidan’s tongue, stripped of mania and of self-aggrandizement? or is it merely a funhouse mirror, a distortion he sets in motion, willingly? )
he turns to Konan then, and his eyes meet those of a commanding, stoic statue – a woman sculpted from white marble, and just as cool to the touch ( not that Hidan ever attempted it. but he doubts that his thought processes are wrong on this one. ) it doesn’t faze him. it never did. ( it never will? ) instead of elaborating, he merely shrugs, his mouth pulling at the corners to show teeth as he wipes the wet rag over his face, then works it between both hands, to rub the drying stains off.
“ but I’m sure everyone enjoys a good murder, given the right pressure or the right circumstances —— even you, princess. ” one of the many nicknames Hidan has bestowed upon her, over time. ‘ lady leader ' was, perhaps, his favourite ( and the most irreverent, in the grand scheme of things ; for when had he ever recognized any authority other than the one(s) he chose. . . .? ) but this one rolled off the tongue quite nicely, too. and more easily, right now. he throws the cloth her way, a careless gesture, and leaves it up for her interpretation whether it's helpfulness or mockery. “ here, catch —— there’s some of it on your face. ”
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@lovesigned, konan to moriko: ❝ for someone who claims to have no friends, you certainly protect them. ❞ / meme.
❝ what? no. ❞ the answer comes too quick, accompanied by a shake of their head. ❝ no no no, protection and friendship are two very different things, actually. ❞ at least, this is what moriko tells themself; dante is their partner, sure. they trust her to keep them alive, as she (hopefully) trusts them. there is respect that comes with the role, that moriko will admit. but they'll never be friends.
except... well. moriko may move just a little faster when dante is in danger. and maybe they've noticed how quick dante is to stop time if need be to shove them out of the way of a stray kunai. but it's not friendship. it's partnership.
with, maybe, the added bonus that sometimes, mori enjoys her company.
❝ dany— ❞ shit. ❝ — dante is just my partner. that's it. don't want her to die when i could've done somethin' about it. don't think that really counts as friendship. ❞
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@lovesigned sent, for nagato & konan:
his gaze forlorn, simultaneously desperate yet determined. he averts her burning gaze, avoids the gentle touch of her hands — lest he wince at the contact as though it burns his undeserving soul — as he declares; “i won’t lose you the way i lost yahiko.”
❝ nagato... ❞ this isn’t what yahiko would’ve wanted. what point is there in bringing this up, when her dear friend is so set in his ways? what use is there in arguing with a man deep in his madness? and yet, despite it all, no matter what he asks, she will do. she would tear the world asunder if he so wished; she would burn it all down without a moment’s hesitation if it meant he would find a semblance of peace. her hands, previously brushing through his hair, fall limp to her sides now, and as he speaks, something in her broken heart twists ( this was never the life they should have had; there is no fairness in brokenness ).
she wants to reach out again. take him into her arms and shower him in promises of safety and security. but there is no promise of safety in the lives they lead. there is no promise of safety when the world burns around them. the life we dreamt of back then. do you still think that can be reality, with just the two of us? or did that dream die with yahiko?
( there is no sense in asking this, either; they are both simply half - alive, and there will always be graveyard dirt clinging to their heels / they will always be more haunted house than person ).
sometimes ( oftentimes ), konan worries nagato only sees ghosts. sometimes ( oftentimes ), konan wishes that she could share this haunting.
❝ you won’t lose me. ❞ it feels like a lie as it passes her lips. she shouldn’t promise this. she shouldn’t promise most things. her mind & heart feel twisted. warped. she longs for the dreams of yesteryear. she longs for a hand holding each of hers. she longs for peace. she longs for love. she longs for rest. what of these can she get, now? what of these is still possible? love. always love. love didn’t die with him. her hands come to his. she ignores the ever - changing state of them, how fragile they feel beneath her palms. she brings his hands up and kisses them all the same, as she’s done countless times before.
❝ i won’t be another ghost to haunt you. ❞
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