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Malkuth ([personal profile] ignoreher) wrote in [community profile] synflux2024-04-01 11:07 am

[closed] we shape our buildings; thereafter, they shape us

WHO: Malkuth & Others
WHAT: Various threads for April (hmu for starters if needed!!!)
WHERE: Pretty much anywhere
WHEN: Anytime during April
WARNINGS: probable violence, drinking, cannibalism, sex, spoilers for Lobotomy Corporation & Library of Ruina will be marked as needed

immortalpoet: (maroon)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-04-10 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[He hears it. She talks about her sins. None of them are good people. He's known that about her in some sense, even if he's only got part of the story.]

[But just because she has her own blood-stained sea doesn't erase his own guilt. It's always been his failing. He lets himself be scarred, lets himself suffer, if that will even make an ounce up for the amount of wrong he's done.]

[No. Even as much as he insists, it still feels like his sins weigh greater on the scale. He failed those children. He failed his crew. She merely did the work of a corporation...]


You can. You can want and deserve it. I believe in...that. In you.

[He has no room to judge. He's not here to enact justice. Everyone does what they have to do in the City. But he...]

[He leans into that hand, almost involuntarily, but the sorrow in his eyes feels like an endless well.]
immortalpoet: (rose)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-04-10 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[He closes his eyes, with a sigh that betrays a sort of exhaustion he's built up for years.]

Why?

[Why do you believe I should?]
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[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-04-10 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
...It is unfair.

[If there's anything stronger than his feelings of self-hatred, it's how much he loathes the City. That place where not even innocent children can grow up without it pushing its darkness onto them. He wanted to uproot it. Part of him still wants it.]

[That horrible City, who makes people into monsters, in more ways than one...]


So this right now...it's an act of rebellion?
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[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-04-10 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Something like this isn't going to uproot that rotten City.

[He can't see it as rebellion. The Head isn't going to just drop dead from them embracing.]

Many people have sought this and died for it. In the end, the City takes it all away, Malkuth.

[Like that man in black, with tear-stained eyes behind a mask.]

[Is there even a point?]
Edited 2024-04-10 16:52 (UTC)
seafloor: (jagariko)

[personal profile] seafloor 2024-04-10 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose that makes sense. [ He squeezes. Her hands were so unbelievably soft, too. ] ...It's just nice.

[ Silence takes over for the next minute. Kaito's expression is warm and bright, and doesn't really tell whether he's looking for words to fill the space or simply content to let this moment pass without words. It doesn't matter. In time, the bartender rolls up with two drinks. The scent that wafts from the glasses is nothing like sake—it's honeyed and spiced, almost like Kaito had ordered an ale instead of something related to sake.

He finally lets go of Malkuth's hand, poking her drink forward. ]


These are named after the winter solstice back home. You'd sit in a nice hot bath, enjoy snacks, and relax. This is tart and sweet. The taste of sake is hidden behind everything else—

[ Kaito pauses to shoot her a pointed look. ]

—So you can only have these two, got it?

[ He taps the rim of 'his' drink. Winks. ]
immortalpoet: (wine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-04-10 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Malkuth....

[STOP STROKING HIS CHEEK HE'S TRYING TO DWELL ON HIS OWN TRAGEDY OF HUMANITY!!!!!!!!!!!]

I still don't see what it could do. Not like it could erase anything we've done.
seafloor: (pad see ew)

[personal profile] seafloor 2024-04-10 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Consider this a litmus test, then.

[ Kaito smiles. She can have the drinks. The bartender returns a few seconds later with a clear bottle housing a sweet-smelling golden spirit. Kaito pours into the provided glass. It's plum wine. Taking a sip is answer enough, but he gives the glass a swirl after drinking and nods. ]

I can. I have the opposite problem, actually. Though, you might not call it a problem. I haven't been drunk in years. My tolerance is a little on the ridiculous side. I think I got it from my mother...
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[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-04-10 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm.

[She pulls back - he misses it already, but he'll mentally admonish himself for being a little too selfish perhaps - and is content with the hand holding. He still doesn't want to believe in this. It's too good to be true. A wretched thing like him should not have kindness offered to him on a silver platter.]

[But he relents, if slightly, nods, and lets his hands grip hers with a squeeze of his own.]


...Is this you just saying you'll continue to be a constant menace in my life?
seafloor: (turmeric)

[personal profile] seafloor 2024-04-10 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm surprised it took you so long to ask. That's usually one of the first questions I get after showing someone my abilities. The answer is yes, by the way.

[ Kaito offers her his wine glass. ] This is umeshu. Plum wine. It's my favorite drink, by a long shot.

Anyway, don't feel bad. I don't enjoy being drunk. It's a control freak thing.
Edited 2024-04-10 21:24 (UTC)
immortalpoet: (wine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-04-10 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[erghhhHHHHHHHHHHHHH]

[AFFECTION >:/]


Jury is still out on that one. [OBVIOUSLY]
seafloor: (shiokara)

[personal profile] seafloor 2024-04-10 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Good thing I've got strong hands. I can hold the reins for as long as you need.

[ Kaito's... Is he teasing? There's no devious lilt or playful gaze to accompany that line. He just takes his glass back and empties its contents.

Hmm. He listens while she talks, pouring himself another round. The bottle is already half empty. This time he does smile, sticking his tongue out at the tease. ]


So you become cuter than you already are when you get drunk. Understood.

[ His smile brightens—but only for a moment. ] It still isn't for me, though. I have enough issues with self-identity as it is. No need to exacerbate them. Hah.

[ A severe understatement. He's only casually bringing up his greatest fear while he drinks—and he already regrets mentioning it. ]
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[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-04-10 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not cute.

[LOOK AT HIM!!!! HE'S CORPSE MADS MIKKELSEN!!!]

[But his hand being pulled to her neck like this makes his eyes widen slightly - he could easily imagine another scenario where these same hands would strangle an enemy, crush a windpipe - but he's letting them rest here, over this pulse.]

[Alive. Alive. How very alive.]

[He swallows, his Adam's apple moving up and down.]


You won't even warn me? How mean of you.
immortalpoet: (wine)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2024-04-11 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
...

[He's glad that his ears are hidden by his hair because he can feel them heating up a little because hi. What the fuck.]

[Acchem.]


You are going to allow me to have some time to myself sometimes, right...

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