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thecafeleblanc​:

Heightened worry twisted in Akira’s stomach, shifting to dread. His double couldn’t even stand or walk – whatever was happening, this wasn’t a normal wound or illness. Was there anything he could do? Plans ran through his mind, but the first thing was to get his doppelganger stable. 

“Sit down,” Akira ordered in Joker’s voice. He had no time to entertain the other’s protests, and he wanted that clear from the get-go.

They sat at a booth across from one another, where Akira could finally get a look at how bad the other was. Pallid skin, shallow breathing, wasting figure – was it drugs? He almost hoped it was – that had proven ways to get help. No, this was something darker and more permanent, and he knew it.

“What happened,” Akira barked in a whisper. “And do not lie to me.”

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                  Akira did not protest. He did not have the energy or will to do so. But there was something in the other’s voice that held authority, the kind he was not used to hearing. He   DRAGGED   his feet slowly towards the booth, planting himself heavily into the cushioned seating. He was tired, so tired. He removed the glasses off his face, staring at them intensely. It was his mask during the day, one he wore as a reminder to blend in, to   HIDE   his true self. It was all a fucking lie. His hard work to create the world that she wanted would never come true. Where did he go wrong   ?   Akira tossed the glasses onto the table, paying no mind to the crack on the left lens.

                  &   do not lie to me.

                  No, no more lies. No more pain. No more fights. He was ready to open up to his double, the only person who he could trust to be vulnerable around. Funny   .   .   .   the only person who he could speak to so freely was another version of himself. 

                 “   Nyarlathotep   .   .   .   it won. I am going to die.   ”   he had accepted his fate long ago. It began with a shortness of breath, then a   PAIN   in the abdomen, then the voice in his head became more distinct. He could no longer see his own reflection, instead, it was the   MONSTER   that held onto his soul. 

                 “   I was a fool. A persona is a part of you, never should you have to offer your soul to it. I thought  .   .   .   if I gave myself to it, the powers I could use outside the metaverse were mine alone.   ”   he shook his head, his chuckle echoing throughout the entire café. Soon, they became coughing fits. His hand clamped around his mouth.  By slow,   TORTUROUS   degrees, the coughs eased in intensity   &   then slowly, slowly passed. 

                  “   I was fed a lie. In my pursuit for power I became desperate. My screams were heard   .   .   .   but not by who I thought was Arsène. If only I had opened my eyes to the truth sooner.   ”    he paused shortly, taking in several deep breaths. 

                  “   I   .   .   .   ”   his next words were spoken in a whisper, spoken as if he still had a hard time believing his own words,   “   I killed Aina.   ”

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thecafeleblanc​:

Akira helped his double stand, bracing him. He knew what those words meant, and they bit at his gut. For now, however, they needed a safe place to go. 

“Come on,” Akira urged in a whisper, “Lean on my shoulder, let’s get you back to my place.” 

Akira noticed the other’s skin felt oddly cold – colder than usual, and colder than healthy. Should I call Takemi? No – he’ll just get mad. Shit.

“If we’re going too fast, tell me,” he said.

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                  There was no will to argue, no will to   FIGHT   back. He had done as he was told, wrapping a secure arm around the other’s shoulder to hold himself straight. He bit through the pain with every step he took, reassuring himself that soon he would be in a quiet   &   calming place where he could spend his   FINAL   days. 

                   He lifted his head towards the sky, his eyes taking in the grey clouds with no light in sight. The scent of rain hung in the air as he watched the sky darken. He began to wonder when was the last time he saw the sun. This world was already changing   &   the feeling of being   POWERLESS   took over him. Akira hated it.

                    I’m so tired.

                    Akira’s sense of time became hazy, it took him several moments to realize they had finally made it to the café. He removed his arm from the double, reaching for something else to lean on. His hands gripped the counter,   STRUGGLING   to catch his breath. Such a short distance it was, but the walk to the café for Akira felt like an eternity. His shoulders lifted up   &   down   &   inhaled the air around him as if the next would be his last. He stood there until he was ready to move again, taking several slow steps towards the stairs to the attic with difficulty.

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driftingjazzbard​:

The first thing she did was hug him.  Of course she did, she loved him.  Her sweet little…adopted nephew, sort of.  Who apparently could turn into a crazy monster, granted and…a bunch of other…less than stellar things, but he’d always been a good kid.  With a good heart…who craved affection.  She knew that much.  He needed it.

“How are you, dear?”

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                  The   ACHE   for home lived in many. The safe place where one could go as they were   &   not be questioned. Perhaps a home was not a place but simply an   IRREVOCABLE   condition. Because in this woman’s arms, he felt nothing but pure ease   &   comfort. A place he imagined a home should feel. He had become accustomed to being lonely, but deep down   CRAVED   to be loved. 

                   He worked so hard to purify this cruel world, where pain ceased. 

                   Once again, he had accepted this love   &   affection was not meant for him. She belonged to another timeline, a world that was far less   GRIM   than this one. A world that his dear friend had made to stop the Crawling Chaos from taking over him. Yet, somehow   .   .   .   she found herself here. Did something happen   ?   Was that world   DESTROYED   ?   Akira did not have the answers. 

                  ❝   I’m   .   .   .   alright.   ❞

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@driftingjazzbard​  ♥️’d this post for a starter.

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                  He had   AVOIDED   her long enough. It was only a matter of time before she found him wandering in the city. Did she intentionally look for him   ?   Or was it a mere coincidence that she had took the same route he did   ?   Either way, he was now standing before her. Silence captured the air, it was more than tense. She had so many questions, he knew.  

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                 Starter call   ?    ♥️   this if you’re interested. 

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thecafeleblanc​:

“Good to – see you, too–” Akira spat through clenched teeth. His hand rubbed at the thankfully shallow wound, palm and fingers soaking in the blood. His brows narrowed and his eyes flared with anger – he really thought they were past this kind of greeting.

Akira shoved his double away with his free hand and scoffed – until he saw the other’s delayed, disoriented reaction.

Slowly, Akira stepped toward the other. “Hey. What’s going on?” Concern stained his voice – what was happening to him?

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                   ❝   A-Akira   .   .   .   I’m so sorry I thought you   .   .   .   ❞   he struggled to finish his sentence. It was too difficult for him to form a single thought in his mind. It felt as though time did not exist around him anymore. Had it been weeks   ?   Months   ?   When was the last time he had visited his double   ?   These were questions he could not answer no matter how hard he tried. His mind deteriorated to the point of no return.  &  now his body would do the same, it seemed. 

                It was clear he was in immense pain as well. Every breath felt as though shards were collecting in his lungs. Rest was what he wanted. He knew what was happening to him. It was only a matter of time now. Sleep may bring him some semblance of peace now. Akira had lost, his vision of peace for his friends   &   Aina would not come true. All of his sacrifices, all of his pain, were all for nothing. He had never felt more disappointed, more useless. His entirety would soon be consumed by Nyarlathotep,   &   evil will reign. 

                 Arsène, I am so sorry. If I only knew the truth a bit sooner. Somehow, I feel your sorrow right now. 

                  He was going to die soon. His heart   &   soul belonged to the chaos that grew stronger by each day. What would happen after his passing was still a mystery, but he knew it would be devastating. He could hear the cackling of the monster that lived within him   &   the sobs of his true persona. 

                  His knife dropped in front of his feet, his eyes glued onto the wound he had inflicted onto the other Akira. There was guilt, so much guilt. They both had so much history, filled with betrayal   &   pain. It brought tears to his eyes behind his lenses. 

                  ❝   I failed her, Akira. It’s over.   ❞   finally, a clear sentence was formed. He leaned against the wall, struggling to breathe.  

                 Please don’t look at me. Don’t look at my face. I failed, I know. You were right all along. 

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chainsawlove​:

            “   Fuck off, pervert   !   ”

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            “   REEEEEEE----   ”

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chainsawlove​:

            “   No.   ”

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            “   I WILL BE YOUR QUEEN   !   ”

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ultimately i think we all want someone who will tenderly wipe the blood off our face

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batteredmettle:

“Better I mope than act like an idiot.” Like myself, he wanted to say instead, but he supposed that would sound more like moping.

He sighed. “Sorry, babe…I just ain’t felt like myself lately. Maybe retrograde’s in Mercury or somethin’.”

            “   If you let every negative thing someone says to you get under your skin, then I’m afraid of what the future holds for you.   ”   he said, rather   BLUNTLY   of course. He offered the other a cigarette, though he doubted the other would take it. 

            “   You know what others would say about our companionship. Don’t take it personally dear.   ”

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Continued from  ➤  here

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            “   Why the long face   ?   You know I don’t like it when you mope.   ”   gentle fingers caressed the back of his neck. His voice was gentle,   KIND   even. 

@batteredmettle​

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empereurvoleur:

“Oh! Hello! I’ve been away, myself. Look!” Yusuke shows him his phone, which had a picture of what was clearly not a city vista, showing a mountain-scape. “I received a scholarship to help promote a quiet getaway. They sought some advertising, and I sought inspiration. Would you like to see the pieces I created?” Yusuke is visibly thrilled by this point, smiling at Akira.

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                  Well he was glad to hear that Yusuke wasn’t concerned about him, in fact, he seemed to be doing well on his own. He wondered how much time he was spending with Ryuji still. He moved closer to the other, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder. 

                  “   Show me.   ”

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                  “   YOU ASS   !   MY D!CK IS ABOUT TO BE CHOPPED OFF   !   ”   excuse him, he’s gotta run his ass away from her.

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chainsawlove:

            “  Oh, no no no. Sometimes, the only way boys like you learn is through pain and suffering.   ”  she’s putting them on now as we speak. She’s giving you time to run, motherfucker.

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                 BYE   !