"Hold the hand of the god-child,"
they said, "as he falls from the sky."
And Gojo does fall, and when he does, he falls hard.
When the mania wears off, he gets flung down on the ground from the heights of his glorious and gory ascension, violently so. He is thrown headfirst into the consequences of his failure, straight into the thick of it. Mere moments before, he was so high on being alive, so delirious with his own unparalleled power, his consciousness so far above and beyond literally everything else it was almost a struggle to keep track of the present moment. And now there's a dead girl in his arms, the one he has sworn to protect.
No wonder he's seeking somebody's guidance.
And no, not just somebody. He's asking Geto to guide him. He's trusting him to be his moral compass – as he has always tried to be, with all of his lecturing and ideas of righteousness. In this moment, Satoru is relying on Suguru's judgement fully, as he himself is devastated and detached, led astray by his own overloaded mind. He is lost and he believes Suguru to show him a way out, to be his way out.
He is asking Suguru to take him by the hand and lead him through what perhaps is his most vulnerable.
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It really really really hurts when a friend makes plans with me and then cancels last minute. I try to be understanding but it actually does really hurt and affect me... Do not do this if you can help it
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"Did I mention that I have been drinking?" (for rod from morg. give me a reason to have a sloshed morgana uwu)
Alcohol & Drinking Sentences // accepting
Roderick leaned against the bar, his tall frame easily towering over most of the patrons around them. With a roguish grin, he raised an eyebrow at Morgana, swirling his drink in hand, the golden liquid catching the dim light. "Aye, love, I think ye might've mentioned it... once or twice," he teased, his accent thick with mischief. He took a swig of his drink before shooting a quick glance around the tavern, noticing a few eyes lingering on Morgana a bit too long for his liking.
Sliding closer to her, Roderick leaned in with a charming grin, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Seems ye've attracted more than just the ale tonight, lass. Lucky for ye, I happen to be an expert at discouraging such attention." He winked, casually resting a hand on the back of her chair as if marking his territory.
Just as one particularly bold admirer started making his way over, Roderick smoothly intercepted, placing his arm across the bar as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Evenin’, mate," he greeted, his tone friendly but with a subtle edge that promised trouble if pushed. The man hesitated, clearly sizing up Roderick’s impressive stature and the easy confidence he exuded. "Just thought I'd say hi," the admirer said, though his bravado wavered under Roderick’s piercing gaze.
Roderick chuckled, clapping the man on the back with more force than necessary, causing him to stumble slightly. "Aye, well, ye’ve said it. Now, how 'bout ye be off and find a lass more in need of company? This one’s a bit... preoccupied at the moment." His eyes flicked to Morgana with a playful smirk before turning back to the man. Slightly rattled but not wanting to argue with the towering pirate, the man nodded quickly. "Right, right... I'll just... yeah." And with that, he made a swift exit.
Roderick turned back to Morgana, the grin never leaving his face. "Well, that was easy. Suppose my charm’s still workin’ wonders." He took another sip of his drink before offering his glass for a cheers. "To fendin’ off unwelcome guests and makin’ sure the night stays... pleasant." He leaned back, one arm draped casually over the back of her chair, a devilish glint in his eye. "Now, how 'bout another round? Don’t want ye claimin' I'm the sober one, do we?"
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Had to think about how Dee's past again and the fact that she hasn’t spent most of her life in dolville. She actually knows that there’s better places out there. A lot of shit too but nothing like this hellhole.
She desperately wants to get out and leave this joyless vacuum behind. Although, I think secretly, she fears that the town has taken root inside of her. Rotted her from the inside out. Ruined her. She knows the system now, how things operate around here and how to make it work. What if she leaves and she’s unable to acclimate to relative peace and normalcy? She feels a bit as if the world moved on and left her behind
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