#marble eyes shed no tears ; giyuu tomioka .

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@whirling-fangs liked for a starter !

" here's the truest thing i know ; the heart is a muscle with a rhythm all it's own . "

" it doesn't stop when you decide not to move on - the heart knows nothing of your love or loss . "

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he's laughing at him . giyuu can barely stand it as akaza laughs . it isn't bold and cruel , as it usually is when she taunts him . no , it's playful , full of warmth , ringing with a sound that keeps giyuu ensnared . divinity incarnate is going to devour him wholly and yet he holds tight to it .

a confirmation - when those arms snake around his neck , his brain stutters . his breathing is heavy with anticipation , a far cry from the composed hashira he should be , what instinct tells him to be . it's a gesture that makes him boil hotter (was that even possible ??) , but also feeling those muscles flex against his skin gives him pause . oh - she could kill him . in more ways than he can count and it is wonderful , because he doesn't . and so , giyuu doesn't pull away . in this moment , he think's he'd rather die . he's a dutiful lamb , this dirt their alter , akaza holding the knife above his head , until -

giyuu is suffocating . divine . akaza is divine ; that's the only thought he can muster , mind going blank as lips touch his own . the demon's lips aren't as chapped as his own , and giyuu knows he's stumbled upon perfection . it's as if he's being drowned within his own breathing form , and akaza is holding him there . brows knit , and tilt at a downwards angle , eyes shut , and he can't tell if he needs to keep them closed and bask in feeling for as long as as akaza will let him (he'd ask for eternity ) , or to open there and stare at the sun until his retina's burn out . her lips are heaven , and his hands dig into the dirt below - they need to do something , before settling on cupping that jaw with both hands , trying to pull him yet closer . never close enough . he's not great at this , he's sure , one hand fumbling to weave into short pink locks . he's convinced he mutters an embarrassingly hoarse " thank you " at some point , dulled down by lips on lips .

finally , he is yanked out of the waters and he has been kissed by the devil . or god . or akaza . any title fits . he takes in a deep breathe of air - he forgot he needed it , it was a secondary need to him . it's not even like he's able to ask for another , to be a bit selfish , before adoration is lavished upon him and he can barely think straight - and akaza is praising him . pretty , pretty .

" you're gonna turn me stupid .. " he manages inbetween presses of lips, using the last bit of sarcasm he can muster , a reiteration of their earlier conversation . it's true - he can barely think straight with each bit . giyuu leans back as the kisses trail to his neck (why is he shuddering ?) , leaning back to allow akaza a bit of high ground . the way she speaks is captivating . hers . the possessiveness of it is new to him , but a puff of air and he's chanting it with him . a mantra , like honey on his tongue . " yours . " he murmurs , and he can't help reaching out with his other hand , and pulling akaza closer with that stupid vest . he's not the possessive type - hard to be when there's never been anyone or anything to possess , but he will indulge her . he's content to be someone's , akaza's specifically .

" yours . " and he means it .

the moonlight makes giyuu look ethereal. he knows better than to worship false idols (he's worked with one long enough to know it never ends well) but she can't help it. black and inky hair wrapped around her fingers and expression so ... god. akaza is breaking so many rules. she should be devouring this hashira and yet she doesn't think anything would be as delicious as the view she has. lord muzan be damned. upper-ranks be damned. demonhood be damned. this isn't anyones but hers. this is hers.

and there's a small giggle as giyuu seems to struggle with his words, akaza has to wonder if this is a dream. if at some point he fell asleep and suddenly he was dreaming about a man who looks at him like he's something worth being alive. as if giyuu is some fake thing created to torture him. but no. he's real. he's as real as can be.

" yes. " a breathed out answer as akaza shifts again. one hand resting on the back of giyuu's neck (she can feel his pulse jump, it was ... cute.) and akaza leans forward, just a bit more, stopping for a second. just to give giyuu time to pull away. just in case giyuu changed his mind.

that never comes.

so, akaza closes the distance. and it's the closest thing to heaven he'll ever get. giyuu's lips are chapped, and his own must not be amazing either. but akaza doesn't complain as he brings giyuu close -- impossibly close. every movement, every moment, just wanting giyuu right there. right here. with her. forever. if he wanted that. if he would be okay with being hers, just as much as she's okay being his.

she pulls away, just to let giyuu breathe (she does not have this problem as much -- really, who needs air?) and akaza is staring at him, golden eyes are transfixed. " pretty. " he whispers, pressing a kiss to the scar on giyuu's lip. " pretty. " another whisper, this time to pepper kisses to along giyuu's neck. " my pretty boy. " hers. hers. hers.

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

For your yandere event could you maybe pick quotes you'd think fit yandere's Muzan Kibutsuji, Rengoku Kyojuro and Giyuu Tomioka in a Royalty AU - Maybe with little headcannon thingys too? 人´∀｀)

I am looking ⊙︿⊙ I am looking Anon with great interest~

An Interesting choice for characters and for AU! But it’s a welcome one, you’ve picked some interesting characters and an AU I haven’t written anything for yet - I’ve really, really wanted to write something for a Royalty AU

Also how did you do the cute expression?? 

It’s adorable!

Thank you for requesting! I hope I’ve written it well and that you enjoy ^O^ 

Muzan Kibutsuji – Emperor

A song that fits him as a Yandere - and as an Emperor/King - is the song “Hey, Little songbird” from Hades town cause of the power it oozes and I just think it fits him, I can’t really put it into words excatly why it does but it just does...

Quotes - Things he’s said or thought:

“How Cute”

“In time, you’ll learn to love me in the way I love you”

“I’ll make them suffer for you…”

“I can’t stand seeing you cry... who made you shed such woeful tears? I’ll punish them...”

“I adore you”

Headcannons:

With a reputation for being cold-hearted and Ruthless - something that all Kibutsuji men seem to have in common as Emperor - with a scything tongue of sharp wit,  it wasn’t surprising that none of Muzan’s wives lived for long

In fact, it was expected for them to be sent away or ever heard again because of their unfortunate passing 

But with you? His advisor, coming from a commoner background, raising yourself up through the ranks with your intelligence, he treat with a warm respect 

Smiles - something that usually didn’t cross the marble carved beauty of his face - were so common to see when you were there

A twinkle of something so deep in his eyes 

Where Emperor Muzan went his trusted followed

You received the same treatment as him - the same food and drink - afterall, you were a very important extension of himself 

Many peopled had assumed, had whispered in hushed tones about the potential of the secrets of your relationship with the Emperor - they were never spoken in front or around either or you but words had a way of slithering back to Muzan 

For a brief while they amused him

Until he actually started thinking about it seriously - you’d make such a good couple, powerful and unstoppable

Muzan was many things, patient being one of them, he’d wait, continuing to build up the already stable and friendly relationship he had with you

You’d love him romantically soon

Rengoku Kyojuro – Prince

Quotes - Things he’s said or thought:

“I never wanted you to see how much my love for you corrupted me”

“My love for you burns so brightly that not even a star compares to it”

“Your beauty....It’s something that’s only seen in paintings... How? How can you be so breath-taking?”

“You! It’s always been you!”

Headcannons:

Loved by all, the eldest prince Rengoku Kyojuro could have anybody he wanted - well..within reason of course..

And, for a time, there was somebody - A flower girl of great beauty - someone who held his love and attention raptly 

An arranged marriage was what your relationship started off as - Stiff and unnerving, almost cold 

Childhood friends put together into a marriage unwanted - your heart almost broke when Kyojuro says he had friend called (Y/N) in such a cold way - tears pricking your waterline when he sprouts cold words under hushed breathes, a happy façade for the public 

Kyojuro ignores you for the first two months of living together, only speaking directly to you in short bursts and only when needed 

It takes time, so much time, for both of you to reach a state of friendship

Time that heals the hurt but freezes your heart to love 

Kyojuro remembers in bursts, in dreams and in the small things you do - your perfume, the habit you have of biting your nails when anxious etc - who you are to him

He remembers the love he had for you then and slowly that love comes back...

Kyojuro’s love always starts of as mellow and slow, it builds until it becomes obsessive - until he’s a yandere

But by that time he even thinks of you in a romantic sense, you’ve already resigned yourself to a marriage that’s unromantic and unloved

He’ll make it up to you though, in whatever way possible

You’ll love him again like you had done before, right?

Giyuu Tomioka – King

Quotes - Things He’s said or Thought:

“I’m obsessed with you, why can’t you see that?”

“Love me, love only me, you can do that… right?”

“My heart only beats for you”

“I can’t take it anymore, if I can’t have you, then everybody has to suffer until I get you back...”

Heacannons:

As a painter you were used to not settling down for more then a couple of months before getting requested + commissioned to paint somebody rich again - you were very skilled

You didn’t think about it too much when a person of higher standing called upon you for your skill

Didn’t think too much of the potential danger or obsession

The deep melancholic gaze of King Tomioka - that held such a swirling darkness to them - was one that frequented your canvases and sketchbooks 

Such eyes that held such a dark depth to them..

He was one of your frequent clients

Chat was always civil and polite, he treat you with a polite gentleness 

Spoke words in quiet tones of calmness - he always put you at ease..

You were treat like royalty when you were painting for Giyuu

Giyuu had fallen for your skill before falling in love with you as a person - enraptured by the skilled warm strokes of your brush 

Your paintings - portraits of him and other pieces (like scenes of battle or serene waves of the sea etc) littered the palace walls 

You were his favorite artist

Because a king spoke so highly of you, it meant people commissioned you more, making you more tired as you tried to juggle so many orders but it made you happy - and stressed but that was besides the point.. - so Giyuu couldn’t really do anything about it

Your friendship developed more with Giyuu 

Of course, Giyuu only wants the best for you, only wants to see you strive, so he doesn’t think twice about offer his palace for you to stay in and when you take him up on his offer his heart skips a beat

What a perfect time to continue developing that budding relationship between the two of you..

Giyuu will have to pullout all the stops to catch your love, won’t he?

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prophecy fulfilled @brdcge

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akaza vc [bites giyuu] [bites giyuu] [bites giyuu] [b

" we need to invest in getting you a chewtoy . "

[distrxst]

“You don’t have to apologize for taking up space.” (From Kyo!!! To you know who!!!)

it's a kind sentiment , the flame pillar is much too kind . friendly . a friend . he'll acknowledge the term , allow himself another friend ( another risk ; how long has it been ? ) but it's hard to accept the statement . no matter how well intentioned , it feels false . wrong . whatever the other pillar sees ( he sees the best in everyone - giyuu's best is an awful lie ) , whatever it is must be misleading .

" you don't get it . "

it isn't condescending,, rude as his tone usually is . more so defeated than anything . giyuu neglects the others gaze , he'd rather not see disappointment make it's way across boisterously resilient features ,, rather not face his own consequence . blue eyes lock onto his own calloused hands , thumb brushing across knuckles to keep his stare occupied .

" this is a space that shouldn't have been mine . i appreciate your kindness , but it is misplaced . " a sigh escapes him , drawn out , brows knitting as he finally makes himself look at kyojuro .

" there was someone better suited for this space . someone dead because of me . it's that simple . "

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" say please. " akaza is holding giyuu's face gently, but his voice is teasing, a smirk on his face that is anything but nice. " be polite, say please. " / ew

all he has to do is say please .

it's that simple ! all he has to do is let that singular word slip free from his mouth and he'll get to have lips on his , a personal taste of heaven . but it's not that easy , not for giyuu . he's bad at asking , elaborating - and akaza's trying to make him plead . cocky . that shit eating grin says it all . he's intent on making giyuu suffer .

giyuu leans back on his knees before the other sitting man - he'd like to lean forward , like to ask with silence , like to kiss akaza like his life depends on it . but that's where the hands come in . hands that punch and poke and prod and claw , holding giyuu's face like he's a treasure to be gazed upon , but also to keep him from what he wants . every subtle lean is met with unmoving hands , that refuse to give in to giyuu's wishes . they'll let him . all he has to say is please .

" you're an asshole . "

a quiet whisper , not a polite one by any means , not one that'll reward him . but giyuu can't say it . he can't draw a plea out . brows furrow , tilting upwards slightly as his lips draw in a straight line . he's sure he looks pitiful , but that is far from his biggest problem . please . he's thinking it . please kiss me 'till i can't breath , he should say , but he doesn't .

" i'm not a beggar .. you know this akaza - don't make me say it . "

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tap, tap, tap. She's waited all day for nightfall. It's an important day to her. One of the most important days ever, actually. Akaza had found herself preparing to see giyuu all day — it's strange to find excitement in the concept of a birthday (akaza isn't even sure she had one herself.)

Once the windows opened, and she's greeted with the face of her beloved, he smiles. " giyuu. " he basically purrs, sliding inside the water hashiras home to wrap his arms around him. " a little old birdie told me it's your birthday. " was he ... wearing a red bow? He was. " I brought you your gift. It's me. " annoying.

hearing the tapping is already enough to warm him . a good end to an otherwise uneventful day - his " special " day as kocho had insisted in a letter . not that akaza had to be aware of that , giyuu reasoned . there was no pint in going out of his way to tell her .

the lock on the window is swiftly unclasped , panes pushed away to offer both akaza and the slight bite of dying winter into his home . why he had neglected the door - why he had even been as polite as to knock was beyond the hashira . the demon was much too fond of entering without a sound , the only formal announcement of her arrival being that of the purr in his ear . strangely enough , that action was endearing too .

" akaza . " a slight curve of his lips , happy to allow oh-so-brutish uppermoon three to pull him closer , while giyuu reached around to close the window . her comment almost doesn't register . his birthday . sure , yeah it was . but a furrow of the brow and giyuu is pulling away from the window , apprehensive . a 'little old birdie' ...

oh . ohhhh .

" ah , kanzaburou then ? " eyes drift towards the bow , and giyuu can't quite help how he softens . red fabric tied with some evident care , and a hand reaches forward on instinct to brush against it . akaza's comment is enough to earn a scoff and an eyeroll , but the action in itself is . sweet . sweeter than the both of them .

" oh , how thoughtful . thank you . " their's some evident playfulness that touches his normally dull voice , an affectionate sarcasm that only the demon can draw out of him . but the smile is still there , finally looking away from the bow towards her . " can't believe it . how'd you find out exactly what i wanted ? "

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" of course i did . "

he wouldn't lie about that , any minor embarrassments about being so honest were already there . there was no point in being deceptive , no point in refusing to afford akaza his affections and praises murmured against his lips under the veil of moonlight . he never gets to speak it aloud ( there is reason ) and writing waxing poetry has never been his thing , but sitting here , he'll bare anything to her . anything he asks and it's done .

" that's awfully romantic , don't you think ? " voice is low , monotone , but his eyes are filled with appreciation for the demon before him . it's nice to be tender , to be soft . to hold the stars themself in unworthy , calloused hands and observe how he adorned giyuu's admiration , was to breath , to feel , to love . he enjoyed it , an indulgence he'd never grow tired of . these visits , despite few and far between , made him appreciate akaza ( his lover ) all the more . so what if he yielded much to easily to him ? so what .

" i wish you could just .. live here with me . "

a stupid want , really . he knows it doesn't work like that . knows akaza can't just come live with him and live a good life away from that godforsaken bastard . loving a demon is complicated . it'd be simpler if he was human , but he worries not about it . there's nothing simple about his affections , nothing save for the fact that they are simply and wholly for akaza . he's learned to live with that .

the strain to her voice , and giyuu takes that as his cue to take over , a smooth switch he's still getting the hang of . strong arms wrap around akaza's waist and pull him closer , until they're snug and warm against one another . he offers her a smile ( a rarity to most , a right to his partner ) , and leans in to press a line of soft pecks to the underside of her jaw , only occasionally deviating . it's nice to pay it back , to serve . he'd do anything akaza asked , and then some . this demon has giyuu in the palm of his hand , and he hopes she knows it .

" everything has been fine . " he murmurs , diverging from his path to brush his lips over his larynx , before moving back upwards . it was endearing , seeing how he was curious about even the tedious aspects of giyuu's life , especially his old bird . " training is alright . got scratched up pretty bad on a mission . kanzaburou tried to build a nest in my hair again . the usual . " it's odd being so chatty ( he'll do it for her , do anything ) , but he remedies this by going silent for a moment , before squeezing akaza tighter , still continuing his trail of shameless kisses . " how about you , 'kaza , got any stories you wanna share ? "

she loves him. that's the scariest part of all of this -- akaza loves him. akaza is so gentle as her hands run through inky hair, as lips press against his (safe, safe, safe.) her eyes flutter close just for a few moments, and she pretends human. she pretends a handsome human man that can walk out into the sun and that giyuu can love publicly and that everything is great. and while that's not true, and while it's not great, it's better than anything else.

" you did? " still so surprised, still so unused to love. still so used to the beatings and the insults -- akaza is a dog so unused to being fed. giyuu feeds and feeds, and akaza can pretend she's full. (its the closest she'll ever feel to being full.)

" you're in my soul. " whatevers left of it, it's all you. she loves him, and that's so scary. but that doesn't matter, that fear doesn't matter. only the moon can see them now, only the moon (and she's always kept all of akaza's secrets safe and sound.) " sometimes i turn to find you when i'm in the castle -- and when i don't see you there, i feel like weeping. " maybe a little dramatic, but it was true. maybe she loved him. maybe she wanted him around. she missed him. she loves him. they are the same feeling.

" how ... how is everything? " turn away from the lump in her throat, the emotions daring to uncover themselves -- he doesn't need to deal with that (deal with the mess that is akaza in love.) " is training well? any new funny stories about your crow? "

[distrxst]

akaza scitters in so fast. " wheres my kid . "

" ... "

" .. i thought you had him . "

[distrxst]

It was so strange. To die, that is. Akazas never felt anything like it -- weirdly calm. Weirdly tranquil. How strange for a creature of war to ever feel anything of the sort. A missing head is not enough to stop him, body still moving to finish this battle before --

He's stopped. An arm held by ... someone. He turns, and the voice rings out clear as day. Haunted by it every second of his life since that day -- now finally returned to the one ghost that he allowed to haunt him.

' let's go home . ' she can hear him say, and akaza doesn't know when he started crying -- just that he was. He moves quickly, wrapping arms around giyuu with a loud sob. He can feel giyuus arms around him, and everything feels right.

" I'm so sorry-- I'm so sorry! "

death was simple , giyuu found . one moment he was there , the next thing he was not . the warmth from his own blood was there , and then it was not . dead by akaza's own hands ( was there any other way for this to end ? ) ,, yet he held no ill will . maybe that's why there was no movement , no trek to an afterlife . only a cold sense of separation from his own body , and a tether to akaza . how strange to be the one who haunts .

has it been years ? giyuu doesn't know . he follows , still . rarely does he separate from her ,, when nothing else is more worthwhile . sometimes he'll lay next to the demon and pretend she can hear him ,, pretend that she can still feel him . following is a waiting game . days , weeks , years , months - with so much of the corps gone , giyuu assumes he'll be waiting for a long time . it's not like he has much else to do . maybe his lack of faith is misplaced . it's hard to have much when he watches swordsman after swordsman fall beneath the bloody knuckles of his husbands fists . but he's hopeful . he always is . a new slayer stepping up to the plate is always met with a prayer to no one , a fruitless wish ;

do what i couldn't .

but there is promise ,, in watching , in waiting . akaza is not at his best ,, giyuu can tell . his aversion to weakness , his snark , his cockiness ,, it's all still there . giyuu misses it . it looks like this will be another win under uppermoon three's ( what a bullshit title ,, his husband seems much more fitting ) belt , another body to keep her afloat .

but then it happens -- giyuu feels it ,, like his tie to the world severing as akaza's head is disconnected from his shoulders . something so freeing . she's dead ,, she's dead and by god he has never been more relieved . hands reach out ; no , no , you're done here , you're done . come home . it's a calling , a pulling , and they are nothing but a strum against the earth . but he is here . giyuu can feel , can touch ,, akaza is dead and so is he . finally .

finally .

words escape from him before he can even register them , but they feel right . home . he doesn't know where that is for them , but it doesn't matter to him . akaza is home . it's a good thing the former pillar is already dead -- akaza is holding him with a ferocity that could break bones were he alive . giyuu missed it , missed him . it's insane how long it's been . how strange is it to be anything at all .

apologies are met with a shake to his head , no , no . giyuu squeezes tighter ,, as long as he can touch and feel , they are okay . they are together . they are just fine .

" don't be , " a whisper , a pull apart ; so giyuu can finally look at him and know akaza is looking back .

" i missed you , akaza . "

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 close your eyes. it'll make it easier if you don't see it coming.  ❜ / thats enough giyuu I'll finish this now. Or something

thud !

he can't get up - he's trying , leaning up on bloodied elbows , bits of his haori and uniform torn askew , but with every attempt to lift himself from the rubble , his body screams at him to stay still . his head falls back against the destroyed bits of rock , wood splintered around him like a fucked up pillow , as he tries to regain himself ,, tries to do what duty orders and face akaza . he's fought her before , so many times , allowed the moons maw to tear into skin and still felt safe . this is different . this is dangerous .

it's hard to move , but he knows he must ; eyes crack open when he feels a presence looming , and he should be scared . breathing is shaky but not with terror . he should be scrambling away , he shouldn't just lay still when she leans yet closer . there are teeth in that mouth he's kissed - teeth that intend to tear him open . he's known this . so has she . but he can't bring himself to squirm , or move , or bleat . no , he is a calm lamb under the hand that fully intends to strangle him .

" no . " it's a croak , such a contrasts to akaza's voice , so smooth , almost loving in it's tone . he's so pretty , giyuu wants - no , needs to seer her ( is that giyuu's blood she's covered in ? is he the sole object of her affections ? ) . his chest heaves and he can't help but stare at the demon who is simultaneously his damnation and salvation . how hard did he hit his head , for blood to drip down his chin and his thoughts to be filled wholly with devotion . will those golden eyes be the last light he sees ( giyuu hopes . )

" no ,, no . i - i need to see you . kill me if that's what you want ,, but let me look at you . please . " i love you too much to look away .

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Giyuus fallen asleep on him, at least, the upper moon hopes he has. Eyes shut and breathing calm and slow. Akazas never seen someone sleep this close, so used to staying awake at all hours of the day. His hands are running through giyuus hair, trying to avoid claws snagging on any knots or tangles.

" I love you. " akaza whispers, knowing giyuu cannot hear. It's less scary if he can't hear her. She loves him. She loves him.

it's a rarity .

to fall asleep so easily in the presence of another , let alone to fall asleep on someone . to leave himself in such a vulnerable position was much too uncomfortable for someone as guarded and reserved as himself . but alas , here he lay , curled against akaza , face tucked comfortably against her shoulder . uppermoon three - a demon who could kill him with relative ease , who could slit his throat or break his neck if she so desired . yet giyuu has never felt safer in rest ,, never had it been so easy to fall asleep . here , he feels safe , he is content in her claws .

though , he's not a light sleeper , can't be in this line of work . the touches cause slight stirring , a part of him screaming at him to open his eyes - he's not used to touch . but he stays content in his drowsiness ; he knows exactly who is beside him , and he wouldn't ever flee from those hands . fingers through his hair , and he is so drowsy and warm . akaza is gentle when need be , perfect with him , and he feels so spoiled . too spoiled , by hands holding him like a treasure ( he is a tarnish , a rock mistaken for a geode , but he'll pretend for him ) .

the words reach his ears , foggy and unclear , but he knows exactly what those words mean for them both . he knows them in the way she touches him , the way she holds him . love . akaza loves him . he knows it , but there's a sense of giddiness that comes with it . he wants to look at her , say it back . he wants to kiss her and say thank you - but the shake in her voice aides in his silence . the words are difficult , he knows , he hasn't heard them in years - there is no pressure . so he keeps his eyes shut and allows the standing statement ; he squeezes a bit tighter , pulls closer , breathes softer .

giyuu loves him , too .

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her back hits the ground, dirt disturbed as giyuu seems determined to keep her there -- expected. there was rage on his expression and, clearly, giyuu was determined to make her feel it. claws dig into his back, threatening to scratch and create more scars to coat him in. he's angry. so is akaza. they understand each other even if they're full of rage. akaza tries to shift, to sink her teeth into his shoulder -- but giyuu keeps her against the ground with a fever.

" you're not -- you're not allowed to say i'm rotten. " she hisses out, teeth snapping at air (she needs to bite down on something -- on anything. let her bite you. let her taste your blood and she can pretend you're both okay again.) " you keep coming back. you keep returning to me. you still l-- " she chokes on the word, eyes shutting. " get off me giyuu. get the hell off me and leave if you really think i'm so goddamn rotten." / anyone in this chat smoke weed

he doesn't even remember how it started .

giyuu was sure tonight would've been great , would've been normal and enjoyable , as per usual . would've been normal if they could be normal . those thoughts are long forgotten now . the want and longing in his chest is hardly gone , but it's bitter now . usually , he's gentler . even with the demon , but tonight , he is angry . they both are . he takes no pity when he slams akaza into the dirt , brows furrowed and sweat beading on his face as they catch each other in a glare . giyuu grunts when nails dig into flesh , retaliating by slamming her back into the ground by the shoulders . pressing his knees into the skin right beneath her ribcage , giyuu sat back slightly ( not to rest , there was no rest with them ) , trying to hold his spot .

akaza trying to bite him only makes him more frustrated , leaning over him to hold him with his body weight . giyuu's chest heaves , and a deep set frown is evident on his face . they do this too much . repeat the same stupid fights again and again .

" yes , i am - .. ! " he manages through gritted teeth . he's just as bad , but he's nothing if not an instigator , isn't he ? those teeth , nearer now . giyuu can't pretend he hasn't enjoyed the feeling of those teeth in his skin , cant pretend he hasn't thought of them even at the worst moments . but they aren't that simple . or maybe they are . he doesn't know , and it's much too irritating a thought while they struggle on the ground . worms . they are worms .

" i do , i know i do ! " he manages , voice hoarse . i do still love you , he thinks , too much for my own good . knees squeeze tighter into akaza , and as angry as he is , the look on his face makes giyuu regret , even if momentarily . i'm sorry , he wants to say , i'm sorry we're doomed . but those words never come , only echoed in actions in mind , in how his grip is less angry , but he still is . angry at himself , at akaza , at the gods above for cursing them so . are they angry , too ?

" don't you get it , akaza ? i can't . " they are both wretched and awful , both cursed . there is no good end for them . they can't win a battle against fate , so what better next best is a fight against each other , growling and snarling like animals at each others throats . there are no happy endings here , nothing . his hands take hold of akaza's shoulders , nails digging into skin he knows damn well will regenerate . he wants to beat the shit out of him . he wants to kiss him and pretend they're all right . but she's rotten , and he's a curse .

" i can't quit you . i can't . don't you know i've tried ? yeah , you're rotten , and you've ruined me , but i can't leave you . "

[distrxst]

Sanemi vc tomioka why does that freak call you babygirl.

" how about we stop talking for a while . "

still laughing abt this LMAO

[distrxst]

he knew the feeling . having to be saved . not being quite strong enough to just kill something . he knows . it's been a long while since he's been in that situation , but he knows . weird to think he has something , albeit obscure , in common with the boar .

" hard not to be sorry when you're moping . " he had only been passing through , sure , he hadn't even needed to go down this hall . but a check in couldn't hurt . he knew the slayer had been injured , but he hadn't expected him to be so .. pitiful . it was odd seeing the boy like this ; still , quiet . sad ? very strange behavior from the slayer he's used to butting heads with . " it's not a failure if it's dead . just be glad you're alive . "

it had been pure coincidence , kanzaburou leading him astray from the path he was on . coincidence that he had found hashibira on the brink of death . intentional when he beheaded the thing . an easy job - demons like those were much too easy now , routine . but the difference in experience between he and the boar was to be noted , and it had arguably unfair to compare his own ease . not when he knows how it feels to be useless . too be saved by someone stronger than oneself .

it's almost uncomfortable , seeing that . the younger slayer was proud , and very adamant to share it with the world . but to see him slumped and saddened like . well . like himself . is eerie , almost . the feeling of being saved is overbearing , knowing that you're only alive because of other people . it's uncomfortable to find their similarities lie in that aspect .

" it doesn't work like that . " giyuu lets out a sigh . it's hypocritical , even after reflection it's hard to admit to himself . however , he finds it's easier to tell the younger slayer . " if it did , the corps would be built on favors and debt . but it isn't . if it helps , don't considerate it personal . just take it as a sign to heal up well so you don't have to worry as much about dying . "

,, i'm sorry . i know it hurts . "

HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

More than his flesh, it was the boar's pride that was hurt. He hardly cared about the debilitating wound that had him imprisoned behind the estate's windows, about the dull ache that spread across his limbs, about the sting of gauze against his skin. So what if he'd almost got skewered to death? His flesh would heal.

His spirit might need some more time.

"What are you sorry about? It wasn't your job to kill it. You're not the one who failed."

The Hashira had done more than his job. He had been diverted from his current mission, a job of importance for sure, all for the sake of one idiotic boar who couldn't even get an easy job done. It should have been easy. He should've been able to handle it on his own...

So why did he falter? When the demon's eyes plunged into his own, odd iridescent reflections in the monster's irises, the distant ring of ceremonial ornaments decorating its outfit... why did he freeze up? Why did it all feel so familiar?

"Just... forget about me. I already owe you too much."