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@dojiryu    /    cont.  from  x

daken paced the room like a caged animal,  adrenaline and arousal still rang in his ears and the ghost of blows stuck earlier that night still echoed through his bones like the after shocks of an earth quake.  daken felt incendiary,  like each moment was more real than the last and it was all being etched on his skin layer after later.  the wine tasted like blood when he brought the glass to his lip-  or maybe it was the blood from his split lip that was heavy and metallic on his tongue.  it was intoxicating and daken licked his lip to taste more.

he had discovered that as exhilarating as it was to fight against kiryu and feel his powerful fists collide and shape him like a sculptor shaped clay,  it was a new and all together different experience entirely to fight along side the dragon of dojima.  kiryu moved with an ease that made daken ache,  watching him smash a man’s skull open or break another’s femur awoke a carnal hunger within daken that burned through him and always left him feeling hollowed and empty when it was gone.  being trusted to watch another person’s back wasn’t something daken was accustomed to,  the people who would trust him to watch their back were few in number but kazuma didn’t seem to have any doubts about it once the decision to fight with daken had been made.  it was a deceptively simple gesture,  the other man made it seem like it was nothing but to daken it was something.  something that only made him ache more.

so in the smoldering ashes of the fight daken had suggested they retire to his hotel,  a luxurious penthouse he kept in tokyo for when he decided to return to his home country,  where they could find at least a moment of reprieve from the hand’s forces.  it was there daken opened the bottle of fine wine the concierge had sent up and poured them both a glass despite the bruised and bloody state they were both in.

daken covets the nickname,  kirakira -san,  a word perhaps even bordering on a term of endearment,  deep in his blackened,  twisted heart like a precious stone or a flicker of light in his world of darkness.  he would never admit to it but when kiryu said those words daken feels as though he’s already lost.  it was possibly never had a chance to begin with though.  not when faced with such corrosive kindness.  the kind that slipped between the cracks in the armor he had built himself and took him apart piece by piece from the inside out.

“    there are surely much more practical uses for my time but no matter what i do;  there you are like a shadow in the back of my mind,  coloring my thoughts.    ”    he remarked,  picking at his open skin as it tried to stitch itself back together only to be ripped back open by idle,  black painted fingernails.    “     desperation is not a good color on me kiryu - san,   and yet somehow you always seem to draw it out.    ”

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“     i find myself in great need of a drink.    ”    ichor dripped off the thunder god’s hammer in thick globs as he caught his breath and wipe clean his brow.    “    make that many drinks.    ”

@dojiryu    /    starter call  ( closed )

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Kiryu approached him the same way one might approach a wounded animal,  slowly with open palms and soft soothing noises.  From anyone else it might feel like pity,  the careful-  almost gentle way he handles him is the one thing Daken could not abide,  but Kiryu does not pity him.  He is not disgusted by the snarling feral beast before him.  He sees the worst sides of him and he doesn’t recoil with horror,  instead he wraps his strong hands around Daken’s bloody claws and does not resent the sharp edges that cut him because he had calculated the risk and he did not frighten him.

What a wretched thing Daken was,  so desperate to be loved and accepted and so utterly terrified when someone actually did.  He clung to Kiryu like a drowning man might grab at a life line-  because he was drowning.  Drowning in himself, and in the the lies Romulus had woven seamlessly into his mind.  The falsehoods all blurred together until the truth became a matter of opinion and Daken couldn’t even be sure what was real anymore.  That horrid man’s cruel words,  like a hot breath on his neck,  whisper in his subconscious;  telling him that he is a monster,  unlovable except for by another monster like himself. Gnashing his teeth Daken howled in anguish,  like a coyote caught in a trap,  only the trap was one of his own creation and if he could chew off his own leg he would. 

“    Why ?    ”    He rasped,  tightening his grip on Kiryu’s silken jacket.    “    Why do you bother ?  Why don’t you cast me aside like everyone else?!  What do you want from me ?!    ”

@dojiryu    /    cont from x

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Daken’s eyes were alight with things unspoken, his smile selfish proof that he was enjoying the attention despite insistence to the contrary.    “    I was indisposed for quite some time unfortunately and I didn’t have access to a phone.    ”    He murmured,  meeting Kiryu’s intense gaze,  his eyes so dark they almost looked black but in this light were a golden brown.

“    The next time I intend to fake my death I’ll be sure to call you,  but this time was entirely unplanned.     ”    It had been stupidity to let the Orphans of X getting their hands on him and even stupider that they were able to hold him for so long.  But he had gotten away and now they were dealt with, hopefully for the foreseeable future.  Still.  He hadn’t expected Kiryu to notice,  let alone care and was somewhat taken aback by the display of emotion clear across his face.

In a moment of weakness Daken let himself lean into the touch, pressing his face into the other man’s warm palm and sighing as his eyes closed for just a moment. He was tired and this physical gesture of gentleness was nice, so he allowed himself to enjoy it- just for a moment.     “    I apologize if I worried you.  I did not consider myself worth worrying over.    ”

@dojiryu​    /    cont from x