( catchall ) time to celebrate

[rikugan]

WHO: aodh belli, gojo satoru rikugan + you
WHAT: catchall
WHERE: all over
WHEN: throughout dec 2024
WARNINGS: will cw on subject headers as needed

( ooc | a general catchall for both open and closed logs below! if we've made plans, don't hesitate to drop something in under the respective headers. otherwise, you can reach me at voicelog for plotting. ✌️ )

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[gorb]

( There it is again, the sharp slicing between his ribs. Geto reaches out, grasps him by the wrist to stop that jabbing fork. Beneath his fingers the skin is warm and when he shifts his touch to dig the tips between the tendons he can feel a steady pulse.

It feels wrong to think it might not be. )

You didn't have to follow my lead in everything, Satoru.

[rikugan]

It's poetic though, isn't it?

[ he died exactly a year after taking the life of his best friend. in fact, he chose the date himself. it couldn't be more justifiable. ]

[gorb]

Fuck, poetic.

( It is, that's the terrible thing. They've always been inexplicably tangled in each other. Geto's ten year absense apparently did nothing to sever the ties they had. He hates it. )

You should have cursed me, at least then I could have been useful.

( What was it all for, if Gojo Satoru dies too? What point was any of it? His fingers tighten. ) You were meant to be the one thing that wouldn't change.

[rikugan]

I haven't changed though. [ he momentarily abandons his cake feeding objective, his posture straightening. ] Or at least I don't think I have...? [ he lifts his arm, pretending to sniff himself. ] Does death change you? [ rhetorical. ]

Anyway, don't you think it's a little too late to be crying over spilled milk? I would have died after you no matter what. And it wasn't like I had planned on dying that day. He just managed to pull one over on me.

[gorb]

( He holds his breath for a moment, lets it all out in a noisy rush. )

It just -. It was meant to be different, Satoru. All of it. Everything we did, I wanted it to end better. You dying? It was inconceivable back then. It still is now. I don't know why you'd think I'd be just fine with it.

[rikugan]

End better? [ a derisive scoff. ] You already died, Suguru. [ how could anything really be better after that? ]

Neither of us can turn back the clock. I've been dead for almost a year now and I've accepted it. You're going to have to too.

[gorb]

I hate you.

( Softly, because he doesn't. He never did. He loved Gojo Satoru like he was the sun and all those years of absense did nothing to dim that. So when he reaches for him to curl his fingers around his old friend's wrist it feels natural, easy, like he would have done it regardless. )

Asshole. Give me my piece of cake already.

( Wet around the eyes, but still. Maybe it's time to let everything else go. )

[rikugan]

Haha. Happy birthday to me. Right?

[ his own voice softens as a bright smile emerges on his face. obligingly, he raises his hand, guiding both the fork and the fingers around his wrist to geto's lips. ]

Open wide, Suguru~