[ Hello time for a random message! They aren't matched (yet?) but after being dared to ask a specific question of a stranger, Lan Wangji literally hit the first account he saw: ]
Teach me something about your world.
Teach me something about your world.
Edited 2025-06-07 00:11 (UTC)
( he unironically loves random messages, so!! )
Hehe, were you dared to ask something like that? How tame and cute. The requester must like you.
Well, in my world, gods exist among people, some less noticeable than others, but all with their own power. It's a fun fact!
Hehe, were you dared to ask something like that? How tame and cute. The requester must like you.
Well, in my world, gods exist among people, some less noticeable than others, but all with their own power. It's a fun fact!
Friends, is it...
It depends on the god, really. They're based around concepts, like... one of them is known simply as Lone Flower Blooming on a Mountain Top.
( auto translated as the rest of his speech is, but there's something that manages to feel still foreign about the title/name compared to the rest of his words. )
It depends on the god, really. They're based around concepts, like... one of them is known simply as Lone Flower Blooming on a Mountain Top.
( auto translated as the rest of his speech is, but there's something that manages to feel still foreign about the title/name compared to the rest of his words. )
( It's this message that really starts to make things click. Someone got to him? He figured something out? Believed something blindly?
His blood is already boiling. He feels stupid. Stupid for thinking anything could be different than what he initially expected. )
I'm not fond of games when it comes to honesty. If your going to interrogate me, at least have the mind to do so without the cover of a game.
But it sounds like you've made up your mind about whatever it is, anyway, right? Why ask me at all?
His blood is already boiling. He feels stupid. Stupid for thinking anything could be different than what he initially expected. )
I'm not fond of games when it comes to honesty. If your going to interrogate me, at least have the mind to do so without the cover of a game.
But it sounds like you've made up your mind about whatever it is, anyway, right? Why ask me at all?
[At first he didn't believe her.
Until he thought about it for five seconds, and realized how much sense it would have made for Esikko to have killed Kirma: out of revenge for the kidnapping and arm-breaking, and after learning death wasn't permanent and wouldn't "stick" here. That still wouldn't mean he'd done the first murder.
But then he learned the first victim and Kirma's boyfriend were the same person. There's a detail Esikko left out of his retelling. Why wouldn't he have mentioned it?
His stomach sinks. He feels stupid, too.]
Because I wanted to give you a chance to explain and tell me how wrong I was.
[But that's a convenient fantasy, so.]
Was it just Kirma-kun? Or did you also kill his partner before that?
Until he thought about it for five seconds, and realized how much sense it would have made for Esikko to have killed Kirma: out of revenge for the kidnapping and arm-breaking, and after learning death wasn't permanent and wouldn't "stick" here. That still wouldn't mean he'd done the first murder.
But then he learned the first victim and Kirma's boyfriend were the same person. There's a detail Esikko left out of his retelling. Why wouldn't he have mentioned it?
His stomach sinks. He feels stupid, too.]
Because I wanted to give you a chance to explain and tell me how wrong I was.
[But that's a convenient fantasy, so.]
Was it just Kirma-kun? Or did you also kill his partner before that?
Oh, is that what you were doing? Giving me a chance? It doesn't seem like it.
I did.
But you know, it was his partner who paid me to do it in the first place. I was just his little tool for self hate and cowardice. By calling Kirma to the scene, I gave him a chance to regret it. He wouldn't have otherwise.
And would you look at that? It brought them together, and here I am, the villain, right?
I did.
But you know, it was his partner who paid me to do it in the first place. I was just his little tool for self hate and cowardice. By calling Kirma to the scene, I gave him a chance to regret it. He wouldn't have otherwise.
And would you look at that? It brought them together, and here I am, the villain, right?
cw for the vaguest suicide baiting/emotional instability ig?! he's fine he's just upset
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loosestrifes
- 2025-06-12 01:59 (UTC) - Expand( What had started as a polite and friendly encounter along the ship's deck had quickly turned into this. Two bodies, previously just brushing occasionally along the decks and in the halls, now stumbling into Esikko's thankfully-empty cabin. The prince isn't shy about his interest, advancing on Zagreus the more he allows, lips crashing into lips, hands wandering across the front of his chest. For every inch he's given, he takes a mile, hardly allowing the time for Zag to breathe— he's straddling him on the bed when he remembers to take a breath himself, warm compared to the cool touch of his skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the body beneath him.
There's no strength behind the way he pushes and pulls and presses, but there's an intensity in the energy of it, the want, and he makes that known. Slender fingers hook beneath Zagreus' shorts, eager to yank them down and out of the way as Esikko grazes his teeth against the skin of his jaw, dipping towards his neck.
There's always something thrilling about a first time with someone new. Is it going to be good? Is it going to be fast, or hard, or what he wants? Of course, he'd had something of a sneak preview with that nude he'd received not too long ago, so he's a little more eager. This body beneath him, after all, is nothing to scoff over. )
Not... ( his words trail, interrupted by the way he kisses, seeking warmth as he nips, rushing what little cloth lays between them off. ) —too much, right?
There's no strength behind the way he pushes and pulls and presses, but there's an intensity in the energy of it, the want, and he makes that known. Slender fingers hook beneath Zagreus' shorts, eager to yank them down and out of the way as Esikko grazes his teeth against the skin of his jaw, dipping towards his neck.
There's always something thrilling about a first time with someone new. Is it going to be good? Is it going to be fast, or hard, or what he wants? Of course, he'd had something of a sneak preview with that nude he'd received not too long ago, so he's a little more eager. This body beneath him, after all, is nothing to scoff over. )
Not... ( his words trail, interrupted by the way he kisses, seeking warmth as he nips, rushing what little cloth lays between them off. ) —too much, right?
[ zagreus has always been happy to meet new people, especially those he's only spoken to over text. esikko seemed friendly at least, and while he can't quite pinpoint what exactly got him into this particular situation, he is far from complaining. it helps that esikko makes his interest known right from the beginning, something that zagreus isn't used to. since arriving at the resort, he's had to remind himself more than once that this isn't anything like the underworld, and that with how diverse the people here are, he can't assume to know anything.
although he was a little stunned with the initial kisses, it's easy to get swept up in esikko's rhythm, eager to reciprocate as much as he can while he's pinned to the mattress. given their new surroundings, zagreus hadn't bothered with a shirt and simply went out with a pair of red swim trunks that are now lost to the floor somewhere in the room. broad and calloused hands smooth over esikko's thighs, thumbs dipping into the crease of his groin as he tips his head back, giving esikko more room to work with. ]
Ah — [ he cuts himself off with a shaky little laugh, lashes fluttering over mismatched eyes as he catches his breath. ] No, it's not, it's good.
[ each press of esikko's body against his makes him dizzy with want, made only worse by the seasickness patch he'd put on earlier. it heightens his arousal, makes him more sensitive—he typically runs warm but his skin feels like it's burning, and esikko's touch is a cool balm to his overheated body. ]
What do you, [ he swallows, wetting his lips. one hand smooths up from esikko's thigh to slide up to his hip, fingers squeezing lightly to avoid simply rutting up against him. ] What do you like?
although he was a little stunned with the initial kisses, it's easy to get swept up in esikko's rhythm, eager to reciprocate as much as he can while he's pinned to the mattress. given their new surroundings, zagreus hadn't bothered with a shirt and simply went out with a pair of red swim trunks that are now lost to the floor somewhere in the room. broad and calloused hands smooth over esikko's thighs, thumbs dipping into the crease of his groin as he tips his head back, giving esikko more room to work with. ]
Ah — [ he cuts himself off with a shaky little laugh, lashes fluttering over mismatched eyes as he catches his breath. ] No, it's not, it's good.
[ each press of esikko's body against his makes him dizzy with want, made only worse by the seasickness patch he'd put on earlier. it heightens his arousal, makes him more sensitive—he typically runs warm but his skin feels like it's burning, and esikko's touch is a cool balm to his overheated body. ]
What do you, [ he swallows, wetting his lips. one hand smooths up from esikko's thigh to slide up to his hip, fingers squeezing lightly to avoid simply rutting up against him. ] What do you like?
( If Kirma hasn't been sulking in his cabin the entire time, he may have already noticed Esikko throughout the day. He's been bouncing back and forth between anger and wild lust, not caring if he's seen doing anything from fucking to throwing a lounge chair over the side of the boat in a fit. Now, though, he's hunched over the side railing along the side of the ship, legs barely holding his pale figure up. He's still in his sun hat, but the sunglasses he was left with have slid down his nose from the retching he's just finished, and he doesn't have the strength to even fix them as he sinks down to a proper crouch, groaning.
At this point, he has yet to attempt or even discover that seasickness patch for himself. Instead, it's been those patches of high emotion carrying him through the intermittent nausea.
This side deck is quiet, so he feels like he's safe, aside from the occasional hooting boobie shark— and they quickly realize he's not the ideal target before moving on. But the wind is enough that he can't hear footsteps approaching, even if they happen to have a few overgrown claws attached. )
At this point, he has yet to attempt or even discover that seasickness patch for himself. Instead, it's been those patches of high emotion carrying him through the intermittent nausea.
This side deck is quiet, so he feels like he's safe, aside from the occasional hooting boobie shark— and they quickly realize he's not the ideal target before moving on. But the wind is enough that he can't hear footsteps approaching, even if they happen to have a few overgrown claws attached. )
( It probably looks a little silly, what Esikko is getting up to. Since back on the cruise liner, he'd been working at this little plan of his— spells done the proper way, without the cheat of his Divinity, take time and effort. They take set up, materials, like the rabbit fur he's watching burn in a little pile now, placed right in the center of an odd geometric pattern traced out in his own blood. Chrysanthemum and lavender scent carry down through the hallways of the basement levels where he's working, and with one last drip of the liquid to the pile of ash in front of him, the spell's set up is complete.
He's so focused that he doesn't hear anyone approaching, doesn't notice anything but the burnt ash now melting away into a blood that eats oddly through it. He's crouched in front of his work, and as the blood soaks into the flooring and wipes away any trace of fur or ash or pattern, he touches his fingertips to the pool of it, whispering something incomprehensible.
Like this, he's ready for whenever he next runs into Chobe. Which, to be perfectly honest, he is not expecting to be today. This set up can last, like a sentence waiting for punctuation, for as long as he needs it to. The basement just happens to be one of the places in the resort with the highest magical energy. So, Esikko stands up and reaches to the small pouch he has tied around the waist of his hanbok, pulling out a small bandage to fix the bleeding end of his finger.
...Honestly, if he hadn't been working on a spell for Chobe specifically, it would have been a spell for literally anything else. His favorite hobbies are either this or working on his plants. )
He's so focused that he doesn't hear anyone approaching, doesn't notice anything but the burnt ash now melting away into a blood that eats oddly through it. He's crouched in front of his work, and as the blood soaks into the flooring and wipes away any trace of fur or ash or pattern, he touches his fingertips to the pool of it, whispering something incomprehensible.
Like this, he's ready for whenever he next runs into Chobe. Which, to be perfectly honest, he is not expecting to be today. This set up can last, like a sentence waiting for punctuation, for as long as he needs it to. The basement just happens to be one of the places in the resort with the highest magical energy. So, Esikko stands up and reaches to the small pouch he has tied around the waist of his hanbok, pulling out a small bandage to fix the bleeding end of his finger.
...Honestly, if he hadn't been working on a spell for Chobe specifically, it would have been a spell for literally anything else. His favorite hobbies are either this or working on his plants. )
[Coincidences sure are scary! It's a coincidence that Esikko had the displeasure of running into Toma on the cruise. And it's a coincidence today of all days Esikko decides to practice his magic down in the basement. It's a coincidence that Chobe is returning to his quarters when usually he's out causing trouble all day. It's a coincidence that he caught a whiff of that lavender permeating the air.
It's not so much a coincidence that suddenly Esikko feels a grab from behind, a rough hand yanking his wrist before he can seal it it, and bringing that finger to this tongue.
Nah, that's not a coincidence at all, that's just Chobe being a dick.]
Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of some princely scum!
[Jack and the Beanstalk apparently was published in the 1730s this is a street legal reference. He licks the tip of that finger before releasing him, giving him a shark toothed grin.]
Hm. Tastes way more bitter than I imagined.
It's not so much a coincidence that suddenly Esikko feels a grab from behind, a rough hand yanking his wrist before he can seal it it, and bringing that finger to this tongue.
Nah, that's not a coincidence at all, that's just Chobe being a dick.]
Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of some princely scum!
[Jack and the Beanstalk apparently was published in the 1730s this is a street legal reference. He licks the tip of that finger before releasing him, giving him a shark toothed grin.]
Hm. Tastes way more bitter than I imagined.
( Somebody had once told him that any situation he gets into must be his own fault. That as an Ace, he can simply whisk others away at his convenience, escape from anything. He doesn't know if it's just this stupid divine curse on him or some other sort of karma, but how— how on earth is he supposed to do that when some random asshole shoves someone he completely does not want to see into his ferris wheel cabin and shuts the door?
Esikko had previously been content to sit there and wait for any random partner. It was an excuse to see the lights, see the view, to experience a bit of quiet away from the rest of the carnival. But when it's Toma's body that he sees stumbling in from a rather hard push by one of the enthusiastic self-proclaimed "matchmakers" of the carnival, he tenses immediately, uncrossing his legs and placing a palm on his seat's edge, like he might stand at any moment.
Not that it would matter. The cabin door clicks locked, for safety, and the wheel spins to allow the next riders in, sealing their fate. Esikko can only puff an exhale out in his frustration, almost a laugh at the comedy of it all. )
Oh, it's you. Things must be back to normal by now, I assume?
( Great idea, bringing up the very issue that means his life could be at stake here. But what else is he supposed to do? He's in a ferris wheel, dressed in a fancy hanbok with his hair done in a cute little flower-shaped bun. He's sure his very existence, still alive, pisses Toma off. He can only hope normalcy has improved his mood. Or that, maybe, Dabi had scared him just enough to keep him back a ways. Or, even more likely... that it's far too public for him to let loose and keep that pretty face's reputation up. )
I'm surprised he's not attached to your hip. Get separated?
Esikko had previously been content to sit there and wait for any random partner. It was an excuse to see the lights, see the view, to experience a bit of quiet away from the rest of the carnival. But when it's Toma's body that he sees stumbling in from a rather hard push by one of the enthusiastic self-proclaimed "matchmakers" of the carnival, he tenses immediately, uncrossing his legs and placing a palm on his seat's edge, like he might stand at any moment.
Not that it would matter. The cabin door clicks locked, for safety, and the wheel spins to allow the next riders in, sealing their fate. Esikko can only puff an exhale out in his frustration, almost a laugh at the comedy of it all. )
Oh, it's you. Things must be back to normal by now, I assume?
( Great idea, bringing up the very issue that means his life could be at stake here. But what else is he supposed to do? He's in a ferris wheel, dressed in a fancy hanbok with his hair done in a cute little flower-shaped bun. He's sure his very existence, still alive, pisses Toma off. He can only hope normalcy has improved his mood. Or that, maybe, Dabi had scared him just enough to keep him back a ways. Or, even more likely... that it's far too public for him to let loose and keep that pretty face's reputation up. )
I'm surprised he's not attached to your hip. Get separated?
Edited (picky about wording) 2025-07-17 02:46 (UTC)
[Personally, Toma would argue this is still kind of Esikko's fault; in his opinion, they wouldn't be on nearly such bad terms of Esikko didn't keep fucking around where he shouldn't.
Granted: That take might be colored by Toma being a raging asshole, but that's beside the point.
For now, his first thought is to curse this place's apparent inability to just let him observe in peace; being trapped in an enclosed space with a total stranger is hardly his idea of fun - and then, as he's turned toward the already-locking door to protest, he hears that all-too-familiar voice.
Worse than a stranger, then.
Toma looks over his shoulder, eyes narrowing, and... considers. Fortunately, Esikko has the right idea that Toma isn't terribly inclined to make a lunge for him then and there - partly because, now that he isn't actively breaking down, going after him somewhere so public does seem like far too great a risk to the reputation he's trying to maintain. The garden was a mistake, in a number of ways. Too public, too little preparation. Next time, he'll go in with a plan - or maybe arrange for Chobe to have first crack at the prince's thick skull.
It's certainly true that his mood is improved, too - not just because the spell wore off, either. Indeed, the smile that creeps over Toma's face as he turns, sits down delicately across from Esikko, is downright self-satisfied.
Maybe this could be worse, after all. Gives him a chance to rub Esikko's face in it.]
He's been attentive, make no mistake.
[Overprotective, perhaps - more so than usual. Esikko doesn't need to know about Chobe's guilt over hurting Toma while his memories were altered, his fretting over Toma's suit flare in that time and what could have happened. He doesn't need to know about Toma sobbing on his brother over his own failure to protect him, or even to take revenge.
There's only one thing he does need to know:] I suppose it might be harder to part ways for a bit, had we actually been apart that entire time.
Granted: That take might be colored by Toma being a raging asshole, but that's beside the point.
For now, his first thought is to curse this place's apparent inability to just let him observe in peace; being trapped in an enclosed space with a total stranger is hardly his idea of fun - and then, as he's turned toward the already-locking door to protest, he hears that all-too-familiar voice.
Worse than a stranger, then.
Toma looks over his shoulder, eyes narrowing, and... considers. Fortunately, Esikko has the right idea that Toma isn't terribly inclined to make a lunge for him then and there - partly because, now that he isn't actively breaking down, going after him somewhere so public does seem like far too great a risk to the reputation he's trying to maintain. The garden was a mistake, in a number of ways. Too public, too little preparation. Next time, he'll go in with a plan - or maybe arrange for Chobe to have first crack at the prince's thick skull.
It's certainly true that his mood is improved, too - not just because the spell wore off, either. Indeed, the smile that creeps over Toma's face as he turns, sits down delicately across from Esikko, is downright self-satisfied.
Maybe this could be worse, after all. Gives him a chance to rub Esikko's face in it.]
He's been attentive, make no mistake.
[Overprotective, perhaps - more so than usual. Esikko doesn't need to know about Chobe's guilt over hurting Toma while his memories were altered, his fretting over Toma's suit flare in that time and what could have happened. He doesn't need to know about Toma sobbing on his brother over his own failure to protect him, or even to take revenge.
There's only one thing he does need to know:] I suppose it might be harder to part ways for a bit, had we actually been apart that entire time.
if these vibes ever get too dubcon for you lmk, I'm sorry esi is. this way.
loosestrifes
- 2025-07-19 05:14 (UTC) - Expand( The only time I will ever get to use this icon for Chobe...
The carnival has some pretty fun games. After spending some time admiring the lanterns and releasing at least one of his one, he's wandered back to see about some of the treats and games. Nothing sweet enough catches his eye, though, and it's a bean bag toss that draws him in slowly. Why? Well, there's a wall of assorted plushies lined along the back, and for some reason, there's a little, cute Bakugo plushie that he absolutely has to have. Look at his angry little expression...! Does he have blushie marks?! Sure, it's not the "caked up" version, but that's fine, they drew him little abs through his shirt, it's so funny...
So, he spends quite some time focused alone at this little tent. He's better than he used to be at this sort of game, and it probably helps that when he loses, he stomps and gets huffy and scares off all the other guests. Now, it's just him doing a little hop of excitement when he finally gets the win, and pointing out his prize for the staff member. That was a good twenty minutes of effort, so he's clearly pleased with himself.
As he waits, he tucks a few strands of his hair back into place on his rose-shaped bun, then adjusts his earrings, completely unaware of anything else around him. He's busy having a good carnival time, after all. Can't wait to take pictures of plushie-Bakugo in funny spots and send them to the real thing, hee hee. )
The carnival has some pretty fun games. After spending some time admiring the lanterns and releasing at least one of his one, he's wandered back to see about some of the treats and games. Nothing sweet enough catches his eye, though, and it's a bean bag toss that draws him in slowly. Why? Well, there's a wall of assorted plushies lined along the back, and for some reason, there's a little, cute Bakugo plushie that he absolutely has to have. Look at his angry little expression...! Does he have blushie marks?! Sure, it's not the "caked up" version, but that's fine, they drew him little abs through his shirt, it's so funny...
So, he spends quite some time focused alone at this little tent. He's better than he used to be at this sort of game, and it probably helps that when he loses, he stomps and gets huffy and scares off all the other guests. Now, it's just him doing a little hop of excitement when he finally gets the win, and pointing out his prize for the staff member. That was a good twenty minutes of effort, so he's clearly pleased with himself.
As he waits, he tucks a few strands of his hair back into place on his rose-shaped bun, then adjusts his earrings, completely unaware of anything else around him. He's busy having a good carnival time, after all. Can't wait to take pictures of plushie-Bakugo in funny spots and send them to the real thing, hee hee. )
[Ah, the carnival. Even if it's updated for modern sensibilities, there's still a bit of nostalgia that lingers in the air. A simpler time of festivities and youth, where you could innocently frolic with nothing to fear for a handful of nights. Those memories are distant to Chobe, more like a daydream he isn't certain he made up, as they had to cast aside those days after their parents passed. It likely wouldn't be until at least half a century later that he'd be comfortable roaming out into a festival like this. Criminals have to keep a low profile, after all.
But now isn't really the time to reminisce. No, Chobe's had his eye on a different sort of prize all evening, and he grins wide once he spots his prey. So now, just as Esikko is being handed the plushie? A sharp, thin vine appears from seemingly no where, piercing the doll through its round little body before it can properly fall into his hands. The vendor blinks in surprise, but backs up, ready to help another player. Not his problem anymore.
The vine slinks behind Esikko through the air, Chobe's voice ringing out in a sickly sing song manner as the plush is dropped into his hand.]
Hmmm. Not nearly scowly enough, is it? Tsk tsk, just no accounting for quality control these days, eh?
But now isn't really the time to reminisce. No, Chobe's had his eye on a different sort of prize all evening, and he grins wide once he spots his prey. So now, just as Esikko is being handed the plushie? A sharp, thin vine appears from seemingly no where, piercing the doll through its round little body before it can properly fall into his hands. The vendor blinks in surprise, but backs up, ready to help another player. Not his problem anymore.
The vine slinks behind Esikko through the air, Chobe's voice ringing out in a sickly sing song manner as the plush is dropped into his hand.]
Hmmm. Not nearly scowly enough, is it? Tsk tsk, just no accounting for quality control these days, eh?
[That phantom pain shooting up his leg? Not fun!
Nor are the other weird, uncomfortable sensations which accompany it. He sits down on the floor of the rehearsal room at Ugly Duckling. The other students probably think he sprained something while dancing, but it's not that. It's not him at all, is it?
He thinks about sending a message. Asking Esikko if this is his doing, and if so, could he please stop? Putting a magic curse on him will accomplish nothing. It's not like he's been going around telling people that Esikko's a murdering creep. Just one person! ... alright, two people! But both of them already suspected, and what does that say, exactly?
But Hiyori doesn't think it is a curse. He remembers how badly he felt, back when their senses were fully linked. How absolutely miserable. Shivering with cold, his body wracked with pain. This feels different from that pain, but he can tell, somewhere somehow, that this also starts with Esikko. That whatever he felt just now, Esikko surely feels tenfold.
Not that it should matter. If it doesn't interfere with his life, then it's none of his concern.
That's what he tells himself as he redresses in the locker room later. As he gets food somewhere and heads back to his suite. But when he passes by the clinic, he finds himself stopping outside. There's no point, he knows there's no point. But...
He peeks his head in.
And then wanders in a bit further after no one stops him at the door. His footsteps start to feel heavy, little tendrils of dread coiling and pulling at his ankles. Thanks to the connection or the faint floral scent or both, he knows who he'll find lying in one of those hospital beds.]
... so it was you.
[His voice is quiet. He stops by the foot of the bed.]
Nor are the other weird, uncomfortable sensations which accompany it. He sits down on the floor of the rehearsal room at Ugly Duckling. The other students probably think he sprained something while dancing, but it's not that. It's not him at all, is it?
He thinks about sending a message. Asking Esikko if this is his doing, and if so, could he please stop? Putting a magic curse on him will accomplish nothing. It's not like he's been going around telling people that Esikko's a murdering creep. Just one person! ... alright, two people! But both of them already suspected, and what does that say, exactly?
But Hiyori doesn't think it is a curse. He remembers how badly he felt, back when their senses were fully linked. How absolutely miserable. Shivering with cold, his body wracked with pain. This feels different from that pain, but he can tell, somewhere somehow, that this also starts with Esikko. That whatever he felt just now, Esikko surely feels tenfold.
Not that it should matter. If it doesn't interfere with his life, then it's none of his concern.
That's what he tells himself as he redresses in the locker room later. As he gets food somewhere and heads back to his suite. But when he passes by the clinic, he finds himself stopping outside. There's no point, he knows there's no point. But...
He peeks his head in.
And then wanders in a bit further after no one stops him at the door. His footsteps start to feel heavy, little tendrils of dread coiling and pulling at his ankles. Thanks to the connection or the faint floral scent or both, he knows who he'll find lying in one of those hospital beds.]
... so it was you.
[His voice is quiet. He stops by the foot of the bed.]
( He doesn't expect any visitors, not outside of Dabi, but Hiyori? Is even more surprising than the rest. Immediately, Esikko tenses, and it's clear that he's in desperate need of some sleep, but here he is awake. One leg is wrapped from the knee down in bandages, there are scrapes and stabs over various parts of his arms and legs, some needing bandages and others just out and cleaned, and his left pinky is broken, now in some sort of buddy finger set up bandage. )
What this time?
( He means for it to sound angry, annoyed, because he is, but it falls out pathetic instead, the sound tired and a little sad. His lips press together in his frustration, and the fingers he can move curl against the gown he's in. The blanket crumpled and bunched to one side shows that he'd thrown it off in some sort of impatient hurry, but the IV currently hooked up to him says he's not ready to leave just yet, either. )
What this time?
( He means for it to sound angry, annoyed, because he is, but it falls out pathetic instead, the sound tired and a little sad. His lips press together in his frustration, and the fingers he can move curl against the gown he's in. The blanket crumpled and bunched to one side shows that he'd thrown it off in some sort of impatient hurry, but the IV currently hooked up to him says he's not ready to leave just yet, either. )
[Hiyori's jaw tightens as he takes in the sight of him covered in scrabes and stabs. He didn't expect this much damage.
His eyes only meet Esikko's after he hears him talk. It's then that he notices the bruises around his throat, and that gets a noticeable reaction: his eyes widening and his face gone noticeably paler. Those make him the most uncomfortable, because they clearly aren't the result of some brawl gotten out of hand. Those signal an intention not just to harm, but to...
... no. He doesn't know what happened. He swallows and lowers his gaze again.]
My leg felt strange. I wondered if it was you.
[He doesn't know what else to say, so he just stops after that.]
His eyes only meet Esikko's after he hears him talk. It's then that he notices the bruises around his throat, and that gets a noticeable reaction: his eyes widening and his face gone noticeably paler. Those make him the most uncomfortable, because they clearly aren't the result of some brawl gotten out of hand. Those signal an intention not just to harm, but to...
... no. He doesn't know what happened. He swallows and lowers his gaze again.]
My leg felt strange. I wondered if it was you.
[He doesn't know what else to say, so he just stops after that.]
[ If he thought the LEAF GIFT was exciting, Esikko better hold on to his asscheeks for the next exciting installment: Mayou's snapped a picture of something that's very much not a leaf and sent it to him. The quality isn't the greatest; slightly out of focus and blurry, like she was fumbling with her phone or couldn't keep her hands still in the moment.
It's a flower bud. In any other circumstance, she might have called it cute. ]
uhhhhhhhhhh so pretty sure it got worse
It's a flower bud. In any other circumstance, she might have called it cute. ]
uhhhhhhhhhh so pretty sure it got worse
( He's been, unfortunately, a little preoccupied lately, so his investigations had to take a tiny pause. But this? This has him leaning forward eagerly to squint at his Watch, trying to recognize the bud.
Okay, he'll definitely get back to this. )
First time with this? Right now, it seems?
I still need you to give me that list I asked for. The things you're doing or thinking of as this happens.
Okay, he'll definitely get back to this. )
First time with this? Right now, it seems?
I still need you to give me that list I asked for. The things you're doing or thinking of as this happens.
five minutes ago. i thought i coughed up a piece of lung or something... ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
[ Which, while fascinating, is decidedly Not Cool when it's happening to her and not some other poor sap!!! ]
oh right
the journal or whatever
should i just, like, snap a couple photos and send those to you, or do you want the hard copy?
[ Which, while fascinating, is decidedly Not Cool when it's happening to her and not some other poor sap!!! ]
oh right
the journal or whatever
should i just, like, snap a couple photos and send those to you, or do you want the hard copy?
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