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WHO: aodh ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
belli, gojo satoru rikugan + you
WHAT: catchall
WHERE: all over
WHEN: feb 2025 onward
WARNINGS: will cw on subject headers as needed
belli, gojo satoru rikugan + youWHAT: catchall
WHERE: all over
WHEN: feb 2025 onward
WARNINGS: will cw on subject headers as needed
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[ even when he eases into the water's temperature, his mind still lingers on the scars on gojo's body. it was clear that any normal person would have died, but does that mean yuwon considered gojo normal? maybe not. either way, yuwon was the type who steered clear of mindless speculation.
the one thing that is clear is whoever did it had to have been pretty strong.
the idea was both alarming and ... kind of intriguing.
naturally, he has questions, but he doesn't quite get into them. instead content with rubbing his face with some water and just leaning back. he stares at the ceiling for a moment, before turning towards gojo, and it's here his eyes land on his blindfold. ] Is that necessary? [ ... ] Won't it get all soggy?
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It won't. [ if he doesn't want it to. #infinitybby ] I just don't want to scare you.
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[ splashing some water his way, more in an absent-minded motion than anything malicious. ]
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the water noticeably doesn't hit him. :) ]
Fair. I'll take it off just for you. [ lifting his hand, he pulls off his mask then, exposing a pair of exceptionally bright blue eyes. he sets aside the black fabric, placing it a few inches away from the edge of the bath. ] Less creeped out now?
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still, yuwon isn't so torn up about it, either.
when gojo finally removes his mask. his eyes do come up to better assess him; trading gaze for gaze. his eyes may have been the bluest he's ever seen. despite hailing from the tower in which so many god-like existences existed, it surprises him how he can still think and say that with conviction. objectively, it was as attractive as it was striking. as for who they're attached to. well, he didn't really have to think about that. ]
Not really. [ lol. ] They're not exactly what I expected, though.
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[ his eyes have always been as beautiful as they are eerie, symbolic of the rare coveted power he wields and the fundamental cost of it. they wrought both fear and pride amongst sorcerers and the cursed alike, yet just as they have given him strength and status, they have also brought him loneliness and disillusionment. ]
Should I put my blindfold back on? [ like if it's creeping him out either way... ]
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that's a good question. perhaps, he had expected nothing much of anything. he didn't expect his appearance to leave any more or less of an impact. so the idea that he could still have been surprised... maybe that's what was the most unusual thing about it.
still, he doesn't push the point nor explain himself. ] Nothing much, just something different. You don't have to cover it back up. [ is it any less weird than his own eyes, after all. even now he realizes he may have been looking at gojo too intently, his skill unintentionally kicking in as his eyes shift to red for a moment, before turning back to a dark steely grey. ]
I'm more curious about something else, anyway.
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he angles his head at him, his brows rising in mild curiosity. ]
Ask then.
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either way, yuwon doesn't shy away from pointing at his scars. ]
About how you got those. [ his tone doesn't necessarily forgo his usual neutrality, but it definitely shows enough interest. as far as he knows, he seemed to possess an ability which kept attacks from making contact with him. ... he'd think it'd be difficult to break past that, but who knows.
almost reflexively, he reaches out to the one on his arm, his eyes studying the possibilities of how they were made. ]
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I lost a fight. [ he sounds more wistful than upset or aggravated by it. ] It was the most fun I've had. [ too bad he won't be able to experience it again. ] He was a worthy opponent. [ anyway, he seems to snap himself out of the reverie, as he motions to the jagged scar that wraps around his abdomen. ] He was also the one who'd killed me, so I wouldn't bring this up with the others. [ y'know, nanami, yuji and co. ] Touchy subject.
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he seems to ponder over this. oddly enough, it sounds like gojo didn't hold any sort of remorse, or regrets. though, yuwon wonders if he's simply the one projecting that idea on him. his fingers linger on the scar on his arm to eventually touch the one at his abdomen. he can tell his story is probably real, just by how far it stretches, and how the skin feels as if its all been reattached. scar tissue, especially for deep wounds always had the same texture and feel. his comrades scars had looked much the same by the final battle before his regression, and so he knows this. he palm brushes over it, and it's a surprisingly light touch as he leans in...
... and grabs a towel from behind gojo. ]
I see. [ what else was there to say to a dead man? ] But, you'd bring it up with me?
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rather than focus on any of that, he is more amused by the feel of yuwon's fingers, as they trace his scars. not even going to ask him for permission before touching him, eh? most would at least ask him to drop infinity first, but then again, he has always been a tad more indulgent with letting outsiders get away with harmless touches.
he doesn't fault him for his curiosity; he just wasn't expecting him to be so brazen about it. ]
It isn't a secret. [ not anymore, anyway. ] By the way, [ he has to fuck with him a little, right? leaning in like that only to subvert expectations by grabbing a towel, when he has previously expressed sexual interest towards him? it might have been months ago, but c'monβ ] you really shouldn't take so much liberty with me, unless you're trying to seduce me right now...? [ he very intentionally lets those bright blues take an appreciative trip down the length of yuwon's body. ]
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but, even if yuwon had been rejected, or if infinity had blocked his way— he wouldn't even be marginally offended. instead, he would have regarded it he would anything else. with the same sort of neutrality. ... but, the real answer is... yuwon didn't think he would be rejected. (this is awful) ]
Good, because I'm tired of holding onto them. [ secrets. he's mostly kidding, but it's true that knowledge could be a burden at times, and he isn't ignorant of that fact. though, if there is one thing he may have been oblivious to— ] ... [ he seems to stare at gojo for a moment, as if processing his words, before he releases a small hint of a scoff. his own fingers gradually withdrawing from him. ]
You should just worry about yourself. [ he lets gojo look at him, if just because he isn't bothered by his gaze.
instead, he wipes his face with the towel. ] You seem sensitive. [ is how he's taking it. thanks. ]