[Ren kind of knows he's about to die for this, but like, it's fine. Regardless, he's dressed, his knife is nearby in case he really needs it, and tries to look soooooo cool in one of the chairs around the room. Much to both of their inevitably dismay, the spring rooms are... well, exactly what you'd expect them to be. Colorful. Comfortable. Encouraging some good cuddle time.
That's not what's coming. But Ren can dream for a second before he gets stabbed.]
That's not what's coming. But Ren can dream for a second before he gets stabbed.]
[He does not in from the window, but the door to Ren's dorm room suddenly bursts open from being kicked, and there stands Roro Adochi - I mean, Goro Akechi - with a look on his face that can only mean murder. His piercing gaze pins Ren in place before he's crossing the room in a few, quick strides.]
You have four seconds to explain yourself. There will not be a fifth.
You have four seconds to explain yourself. There will not be a fifth.
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I don't believe you.
[Instead of whipping out his gun and shooting another hole in this particular boy's forehead, Akechi closes the rest of the distance between them -
- And plops right into Ren's lap. The move is so completely casual, Akechi's expression utterly unchanging, it's almost easy to believe that they've done this a dozen times before.]
You fed someone inaccurate information, didn't you? How else would they even come to associate the two of us together like that?
[Instead of whipping out his gun and shooting another hole in this particular boy's forehead, Akechi closes the rest of the distance between them -
- And plops right into Ren's lap. The move is so completely casual, Akechi's expression utterly unchanging, it's almost easy to believe that they've done this a dozen times before.]
You fed someone inaccurate information, didn't you? How else would they even come to associate the two of us together like that?
[Oh. Oh, did he fucking die? Did Akechi already shoot him and he's in some purgatory and doesn't remember it? Is this some fae trick? Shit. Oh my god. Ren almost doesn't realize he's shifting as soon as Akechi sits, moving a hand to support the small of his back, until he's already done it and if he makes a bigger deal then this whole scene might crumble into dust.
Can Akechi tell his heart is beating faster? Probably. Shit.]
I swear, I didn't say anything to anyone. I mean, I-- I've talked about you, but not like that.
[He shrugs, just a little.]
Maybe someone saw us at the tavern?
Can Akechi tell his heart is beating faster? Probably. Shit.]
I swear, I didn't say anything to anyone. I mean, I-- I've talked about you, but not like that.
[He shrugs, just a little.]
Maybe someone saw us at the tavern?
[It's such a brief look, Akechi's brow darting up beneath his bangs, a hint of an unspoken question between them, the tiniest little break in his mask.
Now why the fuck would Ren be speaking about him to anyone here?
Yet just as quickly as it appeared, the look is gone, the older boy smoothing a palm over where Ren's heart is nearly beating out of his chest. For a moment, it appears Akechi is settling comfortably into the other boy's lap, like he plans on remaining there for some other kind of conversation completely. But just when he leans close enough that his breath brushes out against Ren's mouth, there's a shift of his hand before a blade is pressed right up against the other's neck.
There is no hesitation before the very tip pierces skin, drawing out a bead of blood that trickles down to Ren's collarbone.]
You enjoy humiliating me, don't you? You delight in reminding me that my place is beneath you, hm?
Now why the fuck would Ren be speaking about him to anyone here?
Yet just as quickly as it appeared, the look is gone, the older boy smoothing a palm over where Ren's heart is nearly beating out of his chest. For a moment, it appears Akechi is settling comfortably into the other boy's lap, like he plans on remaining there for some other kind of conversation completely. But just when he leans close enough that his breath brushes out against Ren's mouth, there's a shift of his hand before a blade is pressed right up against the other's neck.
There is no hesitation before the very tip pierces skin, drawing out a bead of blood that trickles down to Ren's collarbone.]
You enjoy humiliating me, don't you? You delight in reminding me that my place is beneath you, hm?
[Oh nevermind, everything makes way more sense now.
He feels almost swept away with that little look, the moment of curling in towards him, that Ren thinks maybe there's some sort of elaborate joke being played here. But the sudden movement, the prick of pain to the soft part of his neck that forces him not to swallow, suddenly everything is back in focus. Nevermind, it's Akechi. There's no way it couldn't be.]
Akechi. I swear. I had nothing to do with-- someone's making a joke, but it wasn't me. You can be angry at me, but I didn't start that.
[Ren keeps himself very still, his hand still around Akechi's waist, the other hovering somewhere off to the side by the chair's arm or his knee. If he needed to, he could probably jab something into the soft part of Akechi's side, but as it stands now whatever-it-is he has on his neck would go straight up and into his skull. So he's... going to try and avoid that.]
He feels almost swept away with that little look, the moment of curling in towards him, that Ren thinks maybe there's some sort of elaborate joke being played here. But the sudden movement, the prick of pain to the soft part of his neck that forces him not to swallow, suddenly everything is back in focus. Nevermind, it's Akechi. There's no way it couldn't be.]
Akechi. I swear. I had nothing to do with-- someone's making a joke, but it wasn't me. You can be angry at me, but I didn't start that.
[Ren keeps himself very still, his hand still around Akechi's waist, the other hovering somewhere off to the side by the chair's arm or his knee. If he needed to, he could probably jab something into the soft part of Akechi's side, but as it stands now whatever-it-is he has on his neck would go straight up and into his skull. So he's... going to try and avoid that.]
Is that right?
[Akechi's eyes flick down from Ren's just long enough to watch the way his breathing goes still, how his whole body reacts so immediately to the threat the older boy presents on his life. There's something so divine about having the great savior of the world, Ren Amamiya, so willing and obedient beneath him.
The sight of Ren staring up at him like this, holding his breath and never once tearing his eyes away from the older boy holding him at knifepoint, swearing it wasn't him - Akechi's eyes fall down to watch the blood trail so prettily down his neck, before his gaze is flicking back up again to meet Ren's. No doubt he's committing every single line of this beautiful picture to memory.]
Swear it again.
[Akechi's eyes flick down from Ren's just long enough to watch the way his breathing goes still, how his whole body reacts so immediately to the threat the older boy presents on his life. There's something so divine about having the great savior of the world, Ren Amamiya, so willing and obedient beneath him.
The sight of Ren staring up at him like this, holding his breath and never once tearing his eyes away from the older boy holding him at knifepoint, swearing it wasn't him - Akechi's eyes fall down to watch the blood trail so prettily down his neck, before his gaze is flicking back up again to meet Ren's. No doubt he's committing every single line of this beautiful picture to memory.]
Swear it again.
[This is one of those moments where Ren knows there is something so fundamentally wrong with him. Because despite the pain, and the blood running down to the collar of his shirt, and the fact that he could die in a very painful way right now, this is-- this is kind of hot? This is kind of hot. Akechi is warm and shifting ever-so-slightly over his lap, and at least twenty percent of his current stillness is because he is terrified he's about to become visibly aroused. Hell, Akechi only leaves his eyes to see the blood, and Ren bites the inside of his lip quietly as he thinks about Akechi's tongue on him, what he would taste like, and--
God. Shit. Not now, you cannot do this now, he chides himself. Pull it together or you're actually going to die here.
So when Akechi's eyes meet his again, he's got more resolve- more of that stare that would greet Akechi behind Joker's mask in the Metaverse, the one that challenges him across a billiard table, the one that sees him, always him, and none of his posturing outside.]
I told you that you could trust me. And I mean it. I'm not lying to you.
God. Shit. Not now, you cannot do this now, he chides himself. Pull it together or you're actually going to die here.
So when Akechi's eyes meet his again, he's got more resolve- more of that stare that would greet Akechi behind Joker's mask in the Metaverse, the one that challenges him across a billiard table, the one that sees him, always him, and none of his posturing outside.]
I told you that you could trust me. And I mean it. I'm not lying to you.
[Ren knows Akechi well enough to see the satisfied flash in the older boy's eyes at that show of unflinching resolve. He's content enough with that answer. For now.]
I believe you.
[Pulling that blade back and expertly flipping it around with a flourish, Akechi tucks that tiny dagger easily back into his belt, where it remains fully camouflaged. But before he slides out of the other boy's lap, Akechi makes a show of tugging off one of his leather gloves with his teeth before pressing his bare thumb into the tiny wound he's left on Ren's neck. It's not too painful, just the prickle of a new sting, but gathering a few drops of that blood, Akechi sticks the tip of his thumb into his mouth, licking it clean.
And as if any of that was even remotely normal, he slides out of Ren's lap and pulls his glove back on, right back to business.]
When I find the woman writing about us, I will leave her decapitated head outside of my room as a warning.
I believe you.
[Pulling that blade back and expertly flipping it around with a flourish, Akechi tucks that tiny dagger easily back into his belt, where it remains fully camouflaged. But before he slides out of the other boy's lap, Akechi makes a show of tugging off one of his leather gloves with his teeth before pressing his bare thumb into the tiny wound he's left on Ren's neck. It's not too painful, just the prickle of a new sting, but gathering a few drops of that blood, Akechi sticks the tip of his thumb into his mouth, licking it clean.
And as if any of that was even remotely normal, he slides out of Ren's lap and pulls his glove back on, right back to business.]
When I find the woman writing about us, I will leave her decapitated head outside of my room as a warning.
[There's a flash of a thought in his mind that this Isn't Akechi for a second, that this is some elaborate fae trick that is here to beat his ass for sport, or it's Narciso again somehow and he's about to lose his mind. But it matters little when he can do more than see with his eyes; those fae can mimic a lot, but he doubts they would know how to replicate the feeling of his Persona, the way that signature of each other reaches out. On one hand, it's reassuring- this is absolutely, without a doubt, Goro Akechi.
But on the other hand, that man just tasted his blood and Ren is absolutely, positively certain he is hard right now, so as soon as Akechi gets up he (convincingly, he hopes) sits himself up and crosses his legs like this is incredibly, super normal and he is being so normal about it.]
Why not in the common area? People might not see it outside of your room. Unless it's just a secret for us.
[... did he just imply he'd be going to akechi's room?
shit.]
But on the other hand, that man just tasted his blood and Ren is absolutely, positively certain he is hard right now, so as soon as Akechi gets up he (convincingly, he hopes) sits himself up and crosses his legs like this is incredibly, super normal and he is being so normal about it.]
Why not in the common area? People might not see it outside of your room. Unless it's just a secret for us.
[... did he just imply he'd be going to akechi's room?
shit.]
[Whether Akechi sees right through Ren's attempt at hiding his arousal or not, the older boy is completely aloof in the moment, tugging his glove back on as if nothing happened, giving it a pull just to feel the leather go tight around his fingers.
There. Funny how such a small detail can make Akechi feel so much more put together, just so entirely back in control.
His eyes finally sweep back over to the other boy, purposely dragging over where his legs are crossed, a perfect brow arching upwards when his gaze flicks up to meet Ren's own.]
Do you plan on breaking into my room often? I'll have you know, neither my roommate nor I would take very kindly to petty thieves sneaking around in the night. If I don't gut you first, she won't hesitate.
There. Funny how such a small detail can make Akechi feel so much more put together, just so entirely back in control.
His eyes finally sweep back over to the other boy, purposely dragging over where his legs are crossed, a perfect brow arching upwards when his gaze flicks up to meet Ren's own.]
Do you plan on breaking into my room often? I'll have you know, neither my roommate nor I would take very kindly to petty thieves sneaking around in the night. If I don't gut you first, she won't hesitate.
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amurderofcrow
2025-02-14 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Considering it's been three weeks now, I thought it wise to check in with all of you and make certain we're effectively sharing any information we uncover between the four of us.
I learned that my roommate is half mutant spider. The blacksmith man, Tony, is making me a rapier and if he finds gunpowder will make a rifle too.
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amurderofcrow
2025-02-14 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Stop that.
Yes, I was going to ask the same. It would be beneficial to know exactly what supplies we still need to gather.
Yes, I was going to ask the same. It would be beneficial to know exactly what supplies we still need to gather.
Wait.
What do you possibly mean by half mutant spider???
What do you possibly mean by half mutant spider???
My roommate is Loki, and I will be painting his portrait sometime soon. I also noticed my weapons are real, but beyond my initial observations from the party, I haven't found much more. Well, other than an amusing selection of fae literature as coffee table books. And a teleporting turtle, but that is neither here nor there.
He told me he got bit by a spider and now has spider powers. He climbed onto the ceiling to show me!
I didn't come with any weapons! But Tony is making me some. Him and his Doctor Strange friend are searching the library for information. I'm also cooking him food as payment.
And he's willing to trade a meal for weaponry? That sounds too good to be true.
Not sure honestly? Maybe not half spider, but he has spider powers.
Do we have anything about the Court heads?
Do we have anything about the Court heads?
Well, because I didn't allow him to get ingredients, I asked him to pay it forward and let someone else benefit from my repaying him too much.
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