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To no one's surprise probably kfjdshfss I am going to move Nanami over to my multi @guhamun. I just don't really feel as enthused about coming over here like I used to and every time I look at the browser I'm signed into I'm just, "guuuughhhh -zombie sounds-". Love Nanami, but haven't particularly felt the desire to linger and split my attention. I've had this blog for like 3 years so it's been a good run! You're free to follow me over there if you want, and if not, it's all gooood. Relationships and a few threads will be carried over.

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question prompts; no longer accepting || @dnangelic

“What do you think of hatred?”

WELL…THAT WAS AN odd question. ‘What do you think of hatred?’ What was it that even made Daisuke decide to mull over that in the first place? Did something happen that he wasn’t aware of? It something did, surely Gojo would have relayed that information to him. So…maybe this was just the other’s feelings being made known – thoughts kept under lock and key, spilling from those lips due to the trust that Daisuke had in Nanami. That must have been the reason. ❝I think it’s a double-edged sword. Hatred can be a good motivator, particularly when it comes to revenge. That hatred would make you push yourself to be stronger, push yourself to learn all you need to know about your enemy to the point that if you wanted to, you could write a book all about them. On the other hand, it is this hatred that is destructive. It becomes all you think about, forgetting about everything else around you.❞ He had seen what that emotion could do to someone, and how heavily it could sit on the heart, choking it of everything else.

     ❝But overall, I think it is more akin to drinking sludge every day than anything else…and it is sludge that you make yourself drink when you don’t have to in the first place.❞ Nanami paused, huffing as he realized he might have rambled on and on without actually really answering the way that Daisuke was looking forward to. Maybe there was something that he was looking for in particular, but here was Nanami, way off the mark. Slipping his hand through his hair, he let out a sigh. ❝I imagine there is something you want from this conversation, Niwa-kun. If so, you might as well just state it. It’ll help me give you a better response.❞

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question prompts; no longer accepting || @dayscorch

“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?” oh the softest look of affection for the softest stoic man ever

SOMETIMES IT WAS HARD to remember that each and every curse dealt with, no matter how small and insignificant that curse might be, still helped another’s life become better. Sometimes he helped individuals without them being any the wiser. Like an old man stating how tired and achy he had been, just for Nanami to see that a weak curse had decided to cling to said individual, sapping them of their strength little by little. It took but a quick swipe to eliminate them, and upon doing just that, he could hear the joy and relief in that old man’s voice as that weight pressed upon him was no longer there – gone as easily as one could blink. Sure Nanami didn’t kill an extremely powerful curse that took far more effort, but he didn’t kill curses because he was looking to be praised for his efforts. He just wanted to make people’s lives easier.

      That was all.

     ❝I believe those words should be aimed at yourself as well, Koto. Even when I had left being a sorcerer, you were still out there, fighting – helping those who weren’t even aware of their circumstances. I find that far more impressive.❞ It was the little things that built up, a reminder of just how much you had done even if it didn’t seem that much originally. Nanami didn’t keep track of each and every person he ever assisted; however, he didn’t have to. The deed was still recalled, and it was that feeling that kept him going. Was that the same for Koto? He could ask, yet decided it wasn’t important enough to do so.

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@mundmutter said (inbox):

KENTO WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN IF YOU TELL HER SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!!!! SHE SMILES AT YOU?? HOLDS YOUR HAND?

WHAT IF HIS HANDS ARE CLAMMY? OR WHAT IF THEY'RE TOO DRY? IF SHE SMILES UP AT HIM HE'LL DIE!!!! WHAT DO YOU EVEN DO IN THIS SITUATION? IS HE SUPPOSED TO SAY SOMETHING ELSE? 404 ERROR---

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question prompts; no longer accepting || @yukikorogashi

“Ya look tired, bro.” ;.;

❝DO I REALLY?❞ HE lifted his hand, brushing it down the side of his cheek before letting out a small sigh. Now that she mentioned it, he did feel that creeping exhaustion at the back of his thoughts. It made it a bit difficult to focus, with Nanami’s mind going straight back to how much he wanted to be home right now, happily tucked beneath warm sheets with a book in hand. Just thinking about that right now sounded heavenly. Lifting his hand, he glanced at his watch to take in the time. Another hour. He just had to make it through another hour before he could finally ‘clock out’ and head back to his apartment. Oh to be young like Itsuki, overflowing with energy and able to still have so much of it before the day was over. He was only twenty-seven and yet he felt like an old man sometimes when work finally came to an end. The woes of adulthood. ❝Forgive me, Itsuki-kun. I wasn’t attempting to ignore you. My mind just wandered a little.❞ Which was true. It did wander.

     Wander to food…

     And also his bed.

     But he wasn’t going to say that! What if Itsuki thought that he wanted to escape her company? That would be the furthest from the truth, but sometimes the human mind came up with all kinds of answers to things – many of them completely off the mark. ❝We’ll gather a bit more information and then call it a day. The curse here isn’t particularly dangerous, so it can wait another day.❞

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question prompts; no longer accepting || @mundmutter

“You’re beautiful.”

WHAT IN THE WORLD was Nanami to say to a comment like this? He could honestly say that no one that he knew of, had ever called him ‘beautiful’ – and out of nowhere, at that. Then again, if anyone had, he might not have paid that any mind as it wasn’t particularly important to his work. Still���what was he supposed to even say to this? Thank you? But that in itself felt so awkward to do. Maybe he was overthinking all of this far more than he should when all Qistina did was state two little words. It was just that there was literally no lead up into them – not even a hint that this was going to be what passed those lips. It made him sheepish, and wholly at a loss. Lifting his hand, he cleared his throat a little as he set about loosening his tie slightly, a small gesture meant to mainly keep himself busy, more or less. ❝I believe those words would best suited for you, Qistina-san.❞

     Ten times more, in fact.

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-Disappears off the face of the earth for weeks as per usual- 😭 I'll try to be over here today or tomorrow, though I am pondering the thought of just moving Nanami over to my multi. Will make a post on that if I do decide on that route. In the meantime -- -tries to be alive here-

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@nvrcmplt said (inbox):

Gentle was the touch of the sound as he watched over his person. With the world silent and the air heavy slumber was much needed for his human to replenish lost energy and sanity. As Weissager sat with Nanamis head in his lap, the cabinet didn't need to make a sound to protect his love. Running fingers through his blond hair and stroking around ears to tickle the senses into a full relaxation. His gaze gentle and his lips curved in delight. The hound tended to his lover as he slept on for the next few hours.

NANAMI SLEPT SOUNDLY WHEN Weissager was around. Though he was prone to having nightmares, ever since the hellhound had taken to watching over him and living at his residence, it was as if all those dreams were just a distant memory. What an odd thing it was, to wake up feeling refreshed – as if he had truly slept those eight hours without any interruptions to that sleep cycle whatsoever. The hard lines upon his features were softened, and his breathing gentle as he slowly began to drift off at the soft goading of the other’s caresses. Nanami never asked Weissager where he had been, nor did he bring up the change in appearance either. He assumed that both were tied into the same reasons for their leaving. All he was glad of, was being able to see them again. He was someone who was quite used to being alone, the routines he had developed over the years a reflection of that as well. However, if something were to happen to this hellhound, there were not enough words to describe how he would have felt afterwards. Instinctively he moved closer, a soft sigh passing his lips as he spoke the other’s name.

     ❝Weissager…❞

     No other utterance was given save for this, but his lips gave a slight upturn to reflect the peaceful state of his mind. No nightmares would plague Nanami’s dreams tonight, no curses to sniff about the area…because his guardian, his lover, would ensure a peaceful rest. Despite having long since drifted off, still he sought out Weissager’s warmth like a moth to a flame, basking in it the same way one would rays from the sun on a clear morning.

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��SOMETIMES, UNFORTUNATELY, YOU DON’T have much of a choice but to choose.❞ He said that from experience, although in his case, he was glad to no longer be working in an office. What a soul-sucking experience that had been. Of course, being a sorcerer wasn’t really any better, but at least it was something he was good at, and he was able to help others. There was some comfort in that.

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❝ I don't wanna choose between being a salesman or a soldier. ❞

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@dayscorch said (inbox):

[ teens hehe ] ❛❛ I was able to protect Kento - kun's home & everyone else here ---- that's enough for me. ❜❜ A temporary near sightlessness, wounds crafted to be healed by Shoko or Shinobu, to bring back unobstructed sight, to heal. Lashes remain closed, concealing from him what could be settled within wounded eyes. Vermillion slips along her head, fingers cut by a long dead Curse's hand, lips cut by falls, knees split by the ground beneath but she keeps her smile, warm & tender. Ijichi has long settled beside, a phone in nervous hands, ringing away, calling for Shoko or Shinobu. But Koto couldn't care less about that in the moment, hands slip forth to Kento's shoulders, gripping with a gentleness. ❛❛ There's no need to remain here with me, Kento - kun. You just got home, I'm sure you'd rather be with your family. Your mama will worry. ❜❜ A sweet woman who had called her a beautiful girl, causing her cheeks to fluster with cherry blossoms. Squishing at his cheeks next, she seems to calm her own nerves. Really, Kento only seemed to grow kinder the longer she knows him. She knows he'll stay regardless ---- he has never left her alone, wounded or not. She remembers a time when, herself frightened, he held her hand as Shinobu worked away on her ( she was never good with being treated. ) ❛❛ Nanami - san will think that her precious boy has gotten mixed with the wrong crowd. ❜❜

NANAMI WISHED THAT KOTO wasn’t so reckless. He was glad that she was able to protect his family, yet even so, she had put herself in harm’s way against a curse that could have been deadly to someone of her sorcerer rank. How she managed to defeat it was anyone’s guess. However, he knew of how determined she was – of how she would fight and fight until she couldn’t anymore. Even if the situation looked bleak, she still had a way of turning things around into her direction in a way he couldn’t quite understand. ❝Cut that out,❞ Nanami finally spoke, reaching up to take Koto’s hands from his shoulders. He held them gently, but there was still a sense of firmness in his hold. ❝My family is fine. You, on the other hand, aren’t. They were already aware that I, eventually, wouldn’t be coming around as much.❞ After all, being a sorcerer was dangerous work. He never told them what he did at Jujutsu High, opting to let them believe it was some special high school (not a total lie), but he should have kept his distance when he realized the kind of work he would be doing there.

     That curse sniffing around was his fault.

     There could be no other reason for its appearance aside from it being curious of the tendrils of cursed energy that lingered around the place. Releasing Koto’s wrists, he huffed quietly when those same hands came to press against his cheeks, no doubt making him look ridiculous. He was trying to be serious here, Koto. Could you maybe pay attention to his words, please? ❝A little too late for that, I think, Koto.❞ Mixing up with the wrong crowd… He might as well be, considering. Their whole profession meant they might as well keep their distance from normal people for the most part anyway.

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Despite the gore that covered him from the curse he had slain, he still took the time to gently lift Weissager's hand and kiss his knuckles.

Amusement in the eyes of the beast, as hand takes place in their touch and gaze watches their lips press to skin. Adoration eagerly wavers from the Hound - the distance too long for him to fathom it in human terms. Two whole months, he left his Soul bound, two. To think that in his time below and readjusting to human flesh and ligaments, his love was fighting daily and endlessly against curses that renew everyday. It made the Hound sombre to think that maybe, one day his return to the hellfire's below would make him return to a Nanami-less realm… And that was heart wrenching. Enough for him to understand now why his brother barely returned home. If this was the worry in his heart after doing something unknowingly - how could he do it again knowing now how long it really took for the smallest of absences?

Gentle, in tugging his fingers from their touch to instead turn them upside and cradling his loves jaw, the Hound rose their face to return the gesture to their lips. A sweet touch, gore licked from the corner of mouth and a smile finally on his features. Genuine and warm, as his fingers stroke over jaw and cheek, embracing them in his shadow to clean away the gore without harming the classic button up and slacks worn in that day. "You fight with ease, Nanami." A praise, though it shouldn't be at this point. These curses were once humans, once something loved and cherished. "Tell me who is next… I am your shadow, liebe."

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Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.

- Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking

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NANAMI OPENED HIS MOUTH to say that his name wasn’t Nanamin (Yuuji, why did you spread this nickname around?), but there was hardly a chance to do so since Sasume was already a nice distance away. Sighing quietly, he lifted his hand, pushing his lenses further up the bridge of his nose. ❝Stay safe, Oshima-san.❞ Turning away, he would put aside any thoughts he had about this conversation now that he had made his thoughts known, and place his focus on his own job he needed to get done. Curses didn’t often congregate in the same area, the more powerful ones often claiming a place as theirs and repelling the weaker variety, but there were some moments where they did stay in certain places. Old abandoned buildings, homes with a storied history, run down hospitals, decrepit malls – any place where many human emotions had thrived at one time, tended to be their places of ‘rest’. Glancing at his phone, he took note of the hour and just how much time he had left before he overclocked past his designated time he often stopped for the night. Good. He had about an hour left. This would be done even quicker than that.

     Just as he had thought, the clean up took little to no time. All the curses he had encountered in that old, abandoned apartment were weak, many of which attempting to flee from him when they realized he was not an easy meal. Glancing at his phone, he hummed softly, pleased to have completed just before it hit 6:31 and not a minute to spare. Despite him having stopped to shoo Sasume back home, in the end, he had managed to get everything done in his usual routine time. A good evening if one were to ask him. When he was sent a text later by Sasume, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. He had thought that she wouldn’t contact him for a while, at least, but it seemed she was ready to talk to him – even a little.

     That was still progress.

     Texting her back to show that he would be meeting up with her, it didn’t take too long to reach his destination thanks to Ijichi. Making his way into the room, he could already see the kettle boiling and at the ready, the slightest bit of amusement felt that she was prepping tea already. Was it for him, or was it to merely keep herself busy? Making to take a seat, Nanami leaned back, hands clasping upon his lap and gaze trained upon her. ❝I remember all of them. It’s said that the human mind has a tendency to recall the worst moments in their lives more than the good. I can say this is oftentimes true in my case.❞

"Stay safe, Nanamin," she calls in lieu of a proper goodbye, pretending she's good at doing the same.

She'd laugh, if she were the sort for laughing. It feels so impossible, so absurd, for any of this to be happening with its simplicity. Maybe it's because of the years he was gone and she never did much to rebridge the gulf, or maybe it's because— despite their demeanors— she's more of a workaholic than anyone and barely lets even Shoko help her. Wonders, suddenly, how many times she's contemplated reaching out to anyone of the years, for anything, but it fell through like sand through her fingers for one reason or another.

Wonders if it'll do the same, this time.

Wonders, ironically, if it's the doubt itself that makes it come to pass. That worrying about worrying makes what she's worried about come true. Or maybe the offer puts a chink in her armor, makes her more willing, makes her consider it an option.

Or maybe it's just the job, the nightmares just the excuse.

Either way, she texts him, and she can't undo it. Doubts Nanami would let her, if she tried to lie.

Instead she starts the kettle for tea, as if she can't instantly boil it herself, and mulls over what to say to him first. How to start it. All her preparation leaves her faster than hell if she knows what.

Gets him tea. Rocks her chair back and stares at the ceiling.

"How much did you remember—" she says. Stops. "The bad jobs. The— ...When you were gone."

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Nanami looking after kids... -falls on my kneees-

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NANAMI CHUCKLED GENTLY, HIS HEAD shaking. ❝Nothing is forever, Niwa-kun. It’s easy to see it that way, but I assure you, change can be a rather gradual, almost unseen thing.❞ He spoke from experience, then, stating what he knew from what he had seen. However, at times, ‘forever’ did seem a greater possibility the more one thought about that particular word. Even he had thought he would never return to being a sorcerer, that such a door was forever closed to him and would remain closed. Time changed that as if often did a great many things. The future was a malleable thing he had come to learn. ❝Though Dark can be a good individual to talk to me, I’m sure, don’t forget to it’s fine to other perspectives too if something is on your mind.❞ As if he could talk when he didn’t really talk to anyone at all. He had a conversation with Gojo once at a bar, drink in hand as they discussed certain things from the past, but neither ever went into detail. They were vague for the most part, avoiding the topic while also not quite avoiding it at all.

     A complex conundrum.

     ❝Regardless, just know that door is open to you, if you ever want to reach for it.❞ Giving Daisuke a small nod, he went back to the topic at hand. ❝Yes, a normal trip. No curses involved – I hope, at least. Just a normal outing.❞ Clasping his hands upon his lap, he smiled slightly, eyes softening once more. ❝Well, that’s the question, isn’t it? Is there anywhere in particular you would like to go. Nothing is off limits.❞ Nanami had a great deal of money he had nothing to do with aside from buying new suits, ties, and the occasional new pair of shoes because certain curses loved destroying his clothing.

a while , nanami says , and the boy's head briefly hangs . ' i'm just scared it's going to be like this ... ' he weakly shrugs . ' forever . ' what would he do if things were like this for the rest of his life ? feeling lost and confused and somewhat lonely but restless , completely unsure as to things like his own happiness or the direction of his future ... would he simply get killed somewhere along the way ? of course , even if there were sure to be those that would have said nothing more than good riddance , it wouldn't have satisfied the boy himself . half-curse or otherwise , a part of him still desperately wanted to live . ' maybe if i were just more capable , or better at talking to people ... ' his head quietly shakes at the ground , then finally lifts .

a long stare accompanies his silence towards nanami for a moment . if he were stronger , strong , then maybe he wouldn't have had to rely on others so much ; each offer feels to ping and pang inside his heart . ' --- no , i can't do that to you . ' nanami had his own work , and surely his own troubles , too . ' and i can always talk to dark , maybe ... ' ( sure . even when you start having an attitude . ) ' a-anyways ... ' a moment's pause , and his gaze too ends up following nanami's . to the speckled sparrows and their hops and hungry dances , birds that wouldn't have accepted a curse with black wings , either . ' --- a trip ? ' he can't help his surprise or the tantalizing images that immediately flash through his mind . ' like ... a normal one ? on a train or ... or ... t-to where ? '