[ It illuminates as a single thread drawn taut across the Murmur's game of ayatori. Distant at first, but too pointed to be the work of ambient, unmoored noise. Curiosity. Then — as the blooming tendrils of the city's malady recall the rot-beast that stalked his dreams and flayed his magic — concern, marrow-soft and just as deep.
To read is to enter. To speak is to summon. The moment Subaru follows, his consciousness spills into light. Any number of snarls could denote any number of feelings as Subaru's sudden, stumbled-upon proximity to his once-protector in this cityscape causes his emotions to sharpen at the sight of him.
[ for toji, reality has long been a slippery, layered thing. living as he did in a world choked with curses, existing through the haze of all the violence and the pain and the loss, reality and his place in it proved an unreliable, elusive thing. where he could blink and be knee deep in corpses he couldn't remember making, where he would turn around and his wife would be gone, or his son was suddenly walking, or there would be no one home at all.
he can't decide if that's made this place easier to get used to or that much more jarring, not that the distinction actually matters much in the end. he's here either way, and megumi is here, and—
subaru's once-protector sits in the crumbling remains of a high rise apartment. he climbed up through the twisted, sagging stairwell just to prove to himself that he still had it, to find himself a quiet place to listen in on all the happenings in the murmur, to learn all he could about this place and his son and their place in it. the apartment in question is clearly dream-touched, its furnishings fixed against the pull of gravity straight out of the far wall and toji sitting on the edge of an open window that leads to a far more normal looking room a floor below.
when subaru appears, there's a ripple of emotion through the fabric of this new, tenuous reality that toji is able to detect, a sense of gratitude that is not his that washes over him like spring rain.
it's such a foreign thing that it makes him briefly frown. does gratitude always feel so tight in the chest? is it supposed to ache?
toji looks up and sees the surly idiot he spent that fraught stretch of time in that inaugural dream, and he breathes out some distant relative of relief. ]
Look at you, still in one piece. I was starting to wonder.
[ he tips his canine half-mask back to see if subaru is visible without it, but as he suspected, it's a necessary conduit for this kind of projection. just as well. he thinks he looks nice and mysterious with it on. he lets it drop again, flashing subaru a grin from beneath it instead. ]
[ Not a dream, but some alternate layer of reality Subaru now wields as a narrow tributary for the overbrimming of his heart: it's a thing held down by force, a thing in constant flux. It moves like nature does and it has let him out into something much bigger and yet somehow more concentrated, to somehow bring him right to Toji's dream-shorn doorstep. Communicating through the Murmur is an easy sell for an onmyouji, but to navigate by it is something else he politely declines to concentrate too hard on at present.
The grin is more the hook that snares him; the "greeting" prompts him to actually enter. ]
Were you?
[ It's rhetoric half-waking, made tangible by the space. ]
Then it's reasonable that I'd find you here.
[ When, in fact, there is almost nothing reasonable about this at all. ]
[ 'unreasonable' about sums up toji as a person, so fortunately enough for him, he feels right at home. ]
I guess I should've figured you'd find me sooner or later, the way you go looking for trouble.
[ is that a flirt, an insult, or a tease? just about everything toji says has the unfortunate effect of sounding like at least two of the above, so it's impossible to say with certainty. ]
You been making friends?
[ he's been trying to keep tabs on people as he can through the murmur, but there's so much noise that he's had to prioritize megumi. he also didn't manage to catch subaru's name in the dream, and there was a bit much going on for him to have complete certainty that he could positively identify the man from disembodied psychic voice on magic network alone. ]
[ Subaru makes a face that denotes he'd like to argue. He won't, because what it really comes down to is semantics — an area of his expertise he guesses this man won't willingly engage him on. So, the Murmur bleeds his capitulation to it, leaving well enough alone when it comes to the tooth and nail digging of flirtation. ]
No. [ Even he doesn't know if that's a lie. Whatever it is, it sounds natural in the way practice makes something natural. ] I'm just observing.
[ He can move through the space, though his edges are slightly clouded. Apparitions of rot follow him, tendrilled and floral. As if the connection is sieving bits and pieces of memory relevant to the feeling that brought him here. ]
...the creature didn't follow, but the blight is the same.
[ the way toji studies subaru is, perhaps, familiar to him. or maybe it's utterly foreign in the way that which we choose not to see remains unknown. either way, the eyes that scan subaru are clinical, calculative in the way of someone who has pared down his daily interactions with others into data, into statistics and equations and very little more. it's an appraising look, slow and cautious and animal.
then toji laughs, rolling broad shoulders in a purposefully languid stretch before reclining back, legs still dangling through the window, propped up now only on his forearms and elbows. showing his belly, baring his neck. maybe that would mean more if subaru was physically present in this space, but it means something nonetheless. ]
Thank me? What for? I mean, it was you who got you into the mess you were in, but you got hurt over me. Sticking around is just... normal, isn't it?
[ on some level, toji is actually asking. he's pretty sure he knows most of the rules people play by with each other, but he's refused even the basic pretense of decency and social palatability for so long he's not always sure. like, that sounds right, but he's never really done it before. he thinks people try to practice it, but they're not as good at it as they'd like to believe when faced with a real crisis.
and, well, by the time you're standing in toji's crosshairs, that's as real a crisis as it really gets. ]
[ It would serve him better to acquiesce a gaze like that. He doesn't; he never learned how. To pursue equal footing with familiarity has never brooked him any uncertainty. Instead, Subaru holds it as if in invitation of whatever feral cunning prowls the boundary of their meeting, as if daring Toji to further define the dream-blurred edges with what animal insight he gains. His gravitas denies caution. Here, home. Any wasteland, awake or asleep, will do.
When it's laughter that comes, bared and tameless, Subaru doesn't look any more or less gratified by the conclusion. But the line does breathe softer, briefly. ]
You didn't ask me to stay. [ In fact, he's certain that Toji attempted to put him off of staying. ] I chose to do that, so you had no obligation to look after me afterwards.
[ Maybe it's normal. Subaru's lens for it is cracked and he finds difficulty in scrying any meaning from camaraderie. Instead, there is only the torrential cosmic bloom of his will, respectfully called to heel at his side. So that these two stubborn animals can stare at one another.
At least before Subaru finally moves toward the window. ]
[ the carnivorous grin seals itself in a low, curious hum as toji turns the near-combative answer in his mind. that's how subaru has been for the entirety of their brief acquaintance, and the fact that subaru sought him out here suggests to him that it's not entirely a result of toji's own personality. there is a... roughness to subaru that acts in direct contradiction to the tenderness in him, ragged in the way of something torn that has not or will not or cannot heal. toji feels the former in the way subaru speaks, in the way he pushes back and rises to any perceived challenge, and he senses the latter in the reflexive, intrinsic way that subaru cares. for strangers, for the people here he is starting to know, for everything and everyone outside of his own self.
subaru is someone who releases that which he knows he should not hold with one bloody, trembling hand only to desperately retrieve it with the other.
toji knows a thing or two about that, as much as he pretends he doesn't. being unable to let go.
he blinks slowly as subaru steps away, shrewd gaze still tracking subaru's movements with near tangible weight. then, with a soft rush of air, the sound falling short of a rustle of clothing, something more sensed than heard, toji gets up from his perch and silently pads over to peer over subaru's shoulder. ]
That's it, then? [ he prompts, words spoken low right against subaru's ear. ] Came all this way just to thank me?
[ there is a slow intake of breath, the sound of toji filling his lungs as though he might be able to take up subaru's scent even through the apparation of him. —the cloying sweetness of cherry blossoms and fresh-turned earth and decay— (ask, and the murmur shall provide.) ]
[ It's a strange sensation, to have someone sort through his unspilt viscera, collect his bruises, turn his wounds inside out. This Murmur makes real the thing of dreams, makes tangible the soul's subterranean currents. Static sweeps the back of Subaru's neck at Toji's unhurried proximity. Mottled, overwarm, instinctual. Toji feels closer than he is thanks to the nature of the connection, the veil between memory and skin even thinner than what he's used to. But he bears it — a madder dog would have already bitten, if it were so inclined. And even if he did, Subaru would first look to himself to discern the reason. Even beasts seldom attack for nothing.
Instead, he cants his head to confront him with his good eye. On his periphery, the unnatural springtime shimmer of cherry blossoms burgeons. They speak intrusion; they loom, low and accusatory. Because they were asked to be here. ]
If it was? Are you going to come all this way just to tell me there was no need to?
[ He can't recommend others do as he does.
And still, Subaru makes use of this connection as if he was born for it, paring its spectrum of soul and color down to just one single thread. It plucks, the reverb drawing long and pointed throughout the city. There is just enough tension to act as a lure or lead, to denote there is something alive at the end.
Here, is what it says. A small park downtown, its iron gates smashed in, fountain corrupt. Sighted blossoms grow over where tulips once were, snarled and swollen, and yet Subaru sits with all of it. In real time, he takes his veil off to sever the electric nearness of the connection, but the thread remains. Quiet ritual then marks the way he reaches into his pocket for a scavenged pack of cigarettes and takes one between his lips; the tobacco ignites stale at the behest of a cheap plastic lighter.
He breathes in, lungs clouding over with his addiction's assuage, and he waits. ]
[ the parting barb teases an unwanted truth out of toji's mind, that subaru sees him, knows him, at least on some surface level. subaru sees the cat and mouse game for what it is and rises to meet it. everything about the other man is peculiar to him; subaru is familiar in ways that squirm uncomfortably beneath his skin but also inscrutable in ways that compel toji to flay him open just to see what lies within. how fortunate for them both that injustice is all that has ever caused toji's restraint to fail.
he may not seem a man who possesses any control at all, but his is exacting. whether or not he chooses to employ it is another matter entirely.
subaru's apparition flickers away, but toji is already on the move. he's not as fast here as he's used to, as he once was, but he supposes that is a reality of a world with no cursed energy to start with. (well, something is certainly deeply cursed here, but it plays by different rules.) here, toji is finally equal, no different from any other offering laid out upon the altar. so he's still fast, still strong, still more than capable of doing what he needs to, but he's had to re-learn the limits of his body.
he's still learning, and he finds he's run himself too hard by the time he reaches the snarled iron gates. he drops down to a walk to catch his breath, pulse rushing in his ears and lungs burning. it feels good. it feels like being alive. he'd almost forgotten.
by the time he rounds on subaru he's collected again, enough to try to sneak up on the side he knows is blind. from the back, steps silent, almost cat-like, until he's close enough to pluck that cigarette straight from subaru's lips as a way of greeting. ]
You smoke? Might be a hard habit to keep up here.
[ toji brings the cigarette to his own lips but stops just short of actually partaking, grinning as he offers it back. ]
You're skinnier than I remembered.
[ they say the astral projection puts on ten pounds. ]
[ Subaru starts when the cigarette disappears from it'd been perched on his lip. Toji got the jump on him, which is a surprisingly difficult thing to do, even on his blind side. It's a salient reminder he's no longer at the apex of his ability. Still, whatever surprise touched his eyes fast mellows; he's long since sobered of this knowledge, at least. Silky tendrils of smoke follow the lines of this greeting, stolen away and then given back freely. Subaru's expression sets in grim acceptance of Toji's reminder as the cigarette exchanges hands again. Yes, it is going to be a difficult habit to upkeep. But then again, Subaru has never shied from inhospitable conditions. ]
Perhaps you didn't get a good enough look the first time.
[ Or it was the astral projection filling out all his lines. Hard to say. He turns to face the staunched fountain again, the fungal rot that twists all around it looking even more terrible in the light. Quiet a moment with his spine straight against the bench's backrest, he lets the cigarette burn in his grasp, contemplative. ]
You got here quicker than I imagined. [ An eye for an eye... while they're comparing, and all. For his diminutive height and build, there is something — commanding, almost, about the way the space beside him looms empty and waiting. ] I wasn't entirely sure that method of communication would work.
[ Says Sumeragi Subaru, a man who wields the love of the universe's magic with quite frankly terrifying efficacy, for all the good that it's ever done him. ]
You got some kind of habit for underestimating people? [ the cadence of toji's speech is slow, deliberate, every syllable teased out on his tongue as he tracks subaru face with a gaze that's just a hair too sharp. he pauses another fraction of a second, then heaves himself down on the bench next to where subaru is sitting. in spite of making a show of throwing his considerable weight down on the rickety bench, he lands as though weightless, barely disturbing the air between them as his weight settles on his seat as though it was always there, as though subaru was the one who joined toji here. ]
[ He sips smoke from the cigarette, letting it cloud in the hollow of his chest alongside the prickle of Toji's provocation before breathing it back out. ]
It's not you I doubted.
[ No, not with the equal command of space that Toji has, inverted as it may be compared to his own. The proximity inhales, calm; a prowess that whispers when not in use is one to be respected. Those are syllables Subaru knows how to trace the shape of, rather than the ones cavalier on his tongue. If only he were less used to a rending eye, it might have made a less frustrating mark of him. ]
Does that mean you were enjoying the sights on the way?
[ As he's doing here, clearly. The fountain releases an alarming gurgle of a noise. ]
[ the smell of burning tobacco is as familiar as it is unpleasant, cutting and cloying all at once. the pale haze of it wafts over him on subaru's exhale, and toji decides it's sweet from its intimacy with subaru's lungs. on some people, it's vulgar, to know that something has been inside them, coated the wet of their viscera and made a home of it. but this, this is sweet.
there's almost a toffee stickiness to it, and toji knows he'll smell it on his own clothes later, long after they've parted ways. he remembers when megumi made him quit, remembers the clubs, the bars, the women. remembers megumi accusing him of smoking again when it wasn't him. it was the vulgar air spat between them in the back rooms and the basements and the alleys.
the silence is pensive, and then toji stretches, the oldest trick in the book as written by teenagers who are still working off pamphlets and notes scrawled hastily in margins. he stretches, languid, cat-like, and then his arms come to rest across the back of the bench, one perilously close to subaru's back. ]
Not really my kind of scene, [ he answers, voice on the irreverent side of neutral, but his eyes narrow at the twisted fountain which would long have called for an exorcism where he comes from. not by him, but someone would've been by now for sure. fucking curses.
toji shrugs again, then gestures lazily with the hand that's not well into subaru's personal space. ]
I'm guessing you could do some kind of magic shit, before? [ some of this is from impressions subaru has given him through the murmur; most of it is from seeing the way subaru takes to it like a drowning man to water. like he should know better. like he doesn't know any other way to be. ]
I couldn't. Not for shit. But it made me stronger. Looks like I don't get that perk here.
[ Not his scene. It's a believable enough comment with the remembrance of the Murmur's connection baring the man's previous location to him. One of detached observation even in the wake of inexplicable dream-touched phenomena, aweless and blunt. Toji came to him, but he can imagine that the journey was much the same. A blur, a connective tissue with little care for what was before it or what would come after it.
So, Subaru sits as what he's certain is a waypoint, rather than a destination.
He wears intrusion well. Not because he intrinsically bleeds the colors of the intruder, but because he doesn't. Subaru accepts the harbor of his arm and drops his own to his lap. Loosely, his hands cup into one another with the cigarette still poised in his leftmost — a gesture of contemplation, but also one emblematic of the magic this man speaks of. His fingers could so easily assume the delicate weave of a mudra, hands manifesting language, power.
Of course, he doesn't. That was before. ]
I practice onmyoudo. Most people here would probably consider it something like an exorcist. [ Naturally, there's more to it, but he doesn't seem immediately keen on elaborating. ] My original power is gone, but something else seems to want to take its place.
A real life onmyoji... [ toji lets out a puff of air that isn't quite a laugh, not mocking, exactly, but certainly there's a joke in there to him that he doesn't elaborate on. because the punchline is him, it always is. he's sure whatever discipline of practitioner subaru is, they'd want nothing to do with him too. the fact that subaru is here, again, entirely electively says everything about him that toji could ever want to know.
the question gets subaru another careless shrug, toji glancing up at the broken canopy and dreary sky. ]
Maybe? Woke up feeling like my body was different, but it's hard to tell what's what.
[ there's a slip of a frown, a ripple of uncertainty between them as he looks down at himself, as he flexes the muscles in one hand, then his arm, then sighs and relaxes again. it all feels the same, answers the same, if more sluggish than it should.
and there is, of course, the other thing. toji's brings one leg to cross over the other, stance wide, lower leg bracing against opposite thigh, casual as anything. his gaze slides away from subaru, retreating in the opposite direction. ]
Mm, it's been an unfortunate month that I haven't seen you to offer my heartfelt affections. While I know you're already well aware of my feelings towards you, I'm in such a generous mood with the sun back out that I need to give you credit for continuing to exceed my expectations.
[ he probably already knew where this was going as soon as he heard Aventurine open his "mouth" between them. ]
You're even more of a Fucking Idiot than I thought.
[ Aventurine knows Toji doesn't care, especially not about what Aventurine, but he's still Mad enough by the man's handling of things with Megumi that he's going to make sure all his bitchy opinions are still heard!! ]
[ toji's been so preoccupied trying to keep his idiot son alive from afar that he has no actual idea what aventurine is on about. as far as he remembers, aventurine's feelings for him are somewhere between inadvisably horny and complete disrespect. which, unfortunately, toji can't say he's not into.
whatever, this really isn't his problem.
he can't help but try to get the last word, though. ]
Oh, just you wait until I see you next, and then you'll really get a feel for just how bad I want to fuck you. [ this is not flirting this is a threat. there's a difference. probably. ]
this tag caused me to find out maruchan isn't commonly available in canada
[ look, kitten, you're like obsessed with him or something. if you were a girl this would be the part where he sits you down to talk to you about your obvious daddy issues. ]
Yeah? What are we waiting for?
[ while we wouldn't say getting threatened is a kink for toji, though we're also not saying it's not, he's definitely more than comfortable with it because he gets this sort of thing pretty much all the time. it's comfortable, like instant noodles on a cold winter night. and you could be his maruchan, baby-- ]
[ clearly being an insulting petty bitch and assuming Toji would know what he was referring to along with making it first sound like a booty call has backfired(?)
(it could absolutely be an obsession though.)
—HE IS SO ABOVE INSTANT NOODLES QUALITY AGHHHH
ok, this is fine. he can handle this... :) ]
...Babe, I'm busy with a similarly attractive and younger man right now. Unless you would like to have a conversation with him? He seems to want to have a conversation with you.
YEAH THEY HAVE SOMETHING CALLED MR NOODLES INSTEAD??
Any poor decisions Megumi makes regarding shitty adults in his life is definitely a bad trait he inherited from you. [ which by the way, since Toji didn't have psychic powers to understand magically what Aventurine is being mad about in the first place: ] You let him find out who you are after all that [ —whatever their meeting was— ] to keep it quiet, and now you won't even talk with him about it?
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To read is to enter. To speak is to summon. The moment Subaru follows, his consciousness spills into light. Any number of snarls could denote any number of feelings as Subaru's sudden, stumbled-upon proximity to his once-protector in this cityscape causes his emotions to sharpen at the sight of him.
Only gratitude surfaces. ]
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he can't decide if that's made this place easier to get used to or that much more jarring, not that the distinction actually matters much in the end. he's here either way, and megumi is here, and—
subaru's once-protector sits in the crumbling remains of a high rise apartment. he climbed up through the twisted, sagging stairwell just to prove to himself that he still had it, to find himself a quiet place to listen in on all the happenings in the murmur, to learn all he could about this place and his son and their place in it. the apartment in question is clearly dream-touched, its furnishings fixed against the pull of gravity straight out of the far wall and toji sitting on the edge of an open window that leads to a far more normal looking room a floor below.
when subaru appears, there's a ripple of emotion through the fabric of this new, tenuous reality that toji is able to detect, a sense of gratitude that is not his that washes over him like spring rain.
it's such a foreign thing that it makes him briefly frown. does gratitude always feel so tight in the chest? is it supposed to ache?
toji looks up and sees the surly idiot he spent that fraught stretch of time in that inaugural dream, and he breathes out some distant relative of relief. ]
Look at you, still in one piece. I was starting to wonder.
[ he tips his canine half-mask back to see if subaru is visible without it, but as he suspected, it's a necessary conduit for this kind of projection. just as well. he thinks he looks nice and mysterious with it on. he lets it drop again, flashing subaru a grin from beneath it instead. ]
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The grin is more the hook that snares him; the "greeting" prompts him to actually enter. ]
Were you?
[ It's rhetoric half-waking, made tangible by the space. ]
Then it's reasonable that I'd find you here.
[ When, in fact, there is almost nothing reasonable about this at all. ]
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I guess I should've figured you'd find me sooner or later, the way you go looking for trouble.
[ is that a flirt, an insult, or a tease? just about everything toji says has the unfortunate effect of sounding like at least two of the above, so it's impossible to say with certainty. ]
You been making friends?
[ he's been trying to keep tabs on people as he can through the murmur, but there's so much noise that he's had to prioritize megumi. he also didn't manage to catch subaru's name in the dream, and there was a bit much going on for him to have complete certainty that he could positively identify the man from disembodied psychic voice on magic network alone. ]
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No. [ Even he doesn't know if that's a lie. Whatever it is, it sounds natural in the way practice makes something natural. ] I'm just observing.
[ He can move through the space, though his edges are slightly clouded. Apparitions of rot follow him, tendrilled and floral. As if the connection is sieving bits and pieces of memory relevant to the feeling that brought him here. ]
...the creature didn't follow, but the blight is the same.
[ An explanation halved for a moment. ]
I lost sight of you before I could thank you.
[ So. ]
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then toji laughs, rolling broad shoulders in a purposefully languid stretch before reclining back, legs still dangling through the window, propped up now only on his forearms and elbows. showing his belly, baring his neck. maybe that would mean more if subaru was physically present in this space, but it means something nonetheless. ]
Thank me? What for? I mean, it was you who got you into the mess you were in, but you got hurt over me. Sticking around is just... normal, isn't it?
[ on some level, toji is actually asking. he's pretty sure he knows most of the rules people play by with each other, but he's refused even the basic pretense of decency and social palatability for so long he's not always sure. like, that sounds right, but he's never really done it before. he thinks people try to practice it, but they're not as good at it as they'd like to believe when faced with a real crisis.
and, well, by the time you're standing in toji's crosshairs, that's as real a crisis as it really gets. ]
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When it's laughter that comes, bared and tameless, Subaru doesn't look any more or less gratified by the conclusion. But the line does breathe softer, briefly. ]
You didn't ask me to stay. [ In fact, he's certain that Toji attempted to put him off of staying. ] I chose to do that, so you had no obligation to look after me afterwards.
[ Maybe it's normal. Subaru's lens for it is cracked and he finds difficulty in scrying any meaning from camaraderie. Instead, there is only the torrential cosmic bloom of his will, respectfully called to heel at his side. So that these two stubborn animals can stare at one another.
At least before Subaru finally moves toward the window. ]
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subaru is someone who releases that which he knows he should not hold with one bloody, trembling hand only to desperately retrieve it with the other.
toji knows a thing or two about that, as much as he pretends he doesn't. being unable to let go.
he blinks slowly as subaru steps away, shrewd gaze still tracking subaru's movements with near tangible weight. then, with a soft rush of air, the sound falling short of a rustle of clothing, something more sensed than heard, toji gets up from his perch and silently pads over to peer over subaru's shoulder. ]
That's it, then? [ he prompts, words spoken low right against subaru's ear. ] Came all this way just to thank me?
[ there is a slow intake of breath, the sound of toji filling his lungs as though he might be able to take up subaru's scent even through the apparation of him. —the cloying sweetness of cherry blossoms and fresh-turned earth and decay— (ask, and the murmur shall provide.) ]
Where are you?
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Instead, he cants his head to confront him with his good eye. On his periphery, the unnatural springtime shimmer of cherry blossoms burgeons. They speak intrusion; they loom, low and accusatory. Because they were asked to be here. ]
If it was? Are you going to come all this way just to tell me there was no need to?
[ He can't recommend others do as he does.
And still, Subaru makes use of this connection as if he was born for it, paring its spectrum of soul and color down to just one single thread. It plucks, the reverb drawing long and pointed throughout the city. There is just enough tension to act as a lure or lead, to denote there is something alive at the end.
Here, is what it says. A small park downtown, its iron gates smashed in, fountain corrupt. Sighted blossoms grow over where tulips once were, snarled and swollen, and yet Subaru sits with all of it. In real time, he takes his veil off to sever the electric nearness of the connection, but the thread remains. Quiet ritual then marks the way he reaches into his pocket for a scavenged pack of cigarettes and takes one between his lips; the tobacco ignites stale at the behest of a cheap plastic lighter.
He breathes in, lungs clouding over with his addiction's assuage, and he waits. ]
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he may not seem a man who possesses any control at all, but his is exacting. whether or not he chooses to employ it is another matter entirely.
subaru's apparition flickers away, but toji is already on the move. he's not as fast here as he's used to, as he once was, but he supposes that is a reality of a world with no cursed energy to start with. (well, something is certainly deeply cursed here, but it plays by different rules.) here, toji is finally equal, no different from any other offering laid out upon the altar. so he's still fast, still strong, still more than capable of doing what he needs to, but he's had to re-learn the limits of his body.
he's still learning, and he finds he's run himself too hard by the time he reaches the snarled iron gates. he drops down to a walk to catch his breath, pulse rushing in his ears and lungs burning. it feels good. it feels like being alive. he'd almost forgotten.
by the time he rounds on subaru he's collected again, enough to try to sneak up on the side he knows is blind. from the back, steps silent, almost cat-like, until he's close enough to pluck that cigarette straight from subaru's lips as a way of greeting. ]
You smoke? Might be a hard habit to keep up here.
[ toji brings the cigarette to his own lips but stops just short of actually partaking, grinning as he offers it back. ]
You're skinnier than I remembered.
[ they say the astral projection puts on ten pounds. ]
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Perhaps you didn't get a good enough look the first time.
[ Or it was the astral projection filling out all his lines. Hard to say. He turns to face the staunched fountain again, the fungal rot that twists all around it looking even more terrible in the light. Quiet a moment with his spine straight against the bench's backrest, he lets the cigarette burn in his grasp, contemplative. ]
You got here quicker than I imagined. [ An eye for an eye... while they're comparing, and all. For his diminutive height and build, there is something — commanding, almost, about the way the space beside him looms empty and waiting. ] I wasn't entirely sure that method of communication would work.
[ Says Sumeragi Subaru, a man who wields the love of the universe's magic with quite frankly terrifying efficacy, for all the good that it's ever done him. ]
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I got here slow, for me.
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It's not you I doubted.
[ No, not with the equal command of space that Toji has, inverted as it may be compared to his own. The proximity inhales, calm; a prowess that whispers when not in use is one to be respected. Those are syllables Subaru knows how to trace the shape of, rather than the ones cavalier on his tongue. If only he were less used to a rending eye, it might have made a less frustrating mark of him. ]
Does that mean you were enjoying the sights on the way?
[ As he's doing here, clearly. The fountain releases an alarming gurgle of a noise. ]
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there's almost a toffee stickiness to it, and toji knows he'll smell it on his own clothes later, long after they've parted ways. he remembers when megumi made him quit, remembers the clubs, the bars, the women. remembers megumi accusing him of smoking again when it wasn't him. it was the vulgar air spat between them in the back rooms and the basements and the alleys.
the silence is pensive, and then toji stretches, the oldest trick in the book as written by teenagers who are still working off pamphlets and notes scrawled hastily in margins. he stretches, languid, cat-like, and then his arms come to rest across the back of the bench, one perilously close to subaru's back. ]
Not really my kind of scene, [ he answers, voice on the irreverent side of neutral, but his eyes narrow at the twisted fountain which would long have called for an exorcism where he comes from. not by him, but someone would've been by now for sure. fucking curses.
toji shrugs again, then gestures lazily with the hand that's not well into subaru's personal space. ]
I'm guessing you could do some kind of magic shit, before? [ some of this is from impressions subaru has given him through the murmur; most of it is from seeing the way subaru takes to it like a drowning man to water. like he should know better. like he doesn't know any other way to be. ]
I couldn't. Not for shit. But it made me stronger. Looks like I don't get that perk here.
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[ Not his scene. It's a believable enough comment with the remembrance of the Murmur's connection baring the man's previous location to him. One of detached observation even in the wake of inexplicable dream-touched phenomena, aweless and blunt. Toji came to him, but he can imagine that the journey was much the same. A blur, a connective tissue with little care for what was before it or what would come after it.
So, Subaru sits as what he's certain is a waypoint, rather than a destination.
He wears intrusion well. Not because he intrinsically bleeds the colors of the intruder, but because he doesn't. Subaru accepts the harbor of his arm and drops his own to his lap. Loosely, his hands cup into one another with the cigarette still poised in his leftmost — a gesture of contemplation, but also one emblematic of the magic this man speaks of. His fingers could so easily assume the delicate weave of a mudra, hands manifesting language, power.
Of course, he doesn't. That was before. ]
I practice onmyoudo. Most people here would probably consider it something like an exorcist. [ Naturally, there's more to it, but he doesn't seem immediately keen on elaborating. ] My original power is gone, but something else seems to want to take its place.
[ He cants his head aside finally. ]
Is it not the same for you?
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the question gets subaru another careless shrug, toji glancing up at the broken canopy and dreary sky. ]
Maybe? Woke up feeling like my body was different, but it's hard to tell what's what.
[ there's a slip of a frown, a ripple of uncertainty between them as he looks down at himself, as he flexes the muscles in one hand, then his arm, then sighs and relaxes again. it all feels the same, answers the same, if more sluggish than it should.
and there is, of course, the other thing. toji's brings one leg to cross over the other, stance wide, lower leg bracing against opposite thigh, casual as anything. his gaze slides away from subaru, retreating in the opposite direction. ]
...I don't really remember the nights.
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november event, week 4
Mm, it's been an unfortunate month that I haven't seen you to offer my heartfelt affections. While I know you're already well aware of my feelings towards you, I'm in such a generous mood with the sun back out that I need to give you credit for continuing to exceed my expectations.
[ he probably already knew where this was going as soon as he heard Aventurine open his "mouth" between them. ]
You're even more of a Fucking Idiot than I thought.
[ Aventurine knows Toji doesn't care, especially not about what Aventurine, but he's still Mad enough by the man's handling of things with Megumi that he's going to make sure all his bitchy opinions are still heard!! ]
Bye now~♥
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whatever, this really isn't his problem.
he can't help but try to get the last word, though. ]
You want to fuck me so bad it's embarrassing.
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—also sir those are fighting words?! ]
Oh, just you wait until I see you next, and then you'll really get a feel for just how bad I want to fuck you. [ this is not flirting this is a threat. there's a difference. probably. ]
this tag caused me to find out maruchan isn't commonly available in canada
Yeah? What are we waiting for?
[ while we wouldn't say getting threatened is a kink for toji, though we're also not saying it's not, he's definitely more than comfortable with it because he gets this sort of thing pretty much all the time. it's comfortable, like instant noodles on a cold winter night.
and you could be his maruchan, baby-- ]REALLY?
(it could absolutely be an obsession though.)
—HE IS SO ABOVE INSTANT NOODLES QUALITY AGHHHHok, this is fine. he can handle this... :) ]
...Babe, I'm busy with a similarly attractive and younger man right now. Unless you would like to have a conversation with him? He seems to want to have a conversation with you.
YEAH THEY HAVE SOMETHING CALLED MR NOODLES INSTEAD??
[ that's not even trying to be subtle, baby. ]
Just remember if you fuck my kid we're gonna have to have a very different conversation.
oh oh I have never heard of that one ??
Is this a good time to point out I'm not the actual problem adult in your son's life currently?
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Hey. Hey. Don't you ever underestimate my kid's ability to overcommit to shitty adults in his life. He'd never limit himself to just one.
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Any poor decisions Megumi makes regarding shitty adults in his life is definitely a bad trait he inherited from you. [ which by the way, since Toji didn't have psychic powers to understand magically what Aventurine is being mad about in the first place: ] You let him find out who you are after all that [ —whatever their meeting was— ] to keep it quiet, and now you won't even talk with him about it?