For a moment he doesn't even try to breathe with the way the tentacle grasps away at his hand- the glowing talons at the ends of the tendrils merely tracing the white leather of his gloves as he feels the hair raise behind his neck. Danger.
This is dangerous.
The air shifts like the very shuffling of the cards, cascading and toppling on top of each other as Kou is forced to hover and keep up with the ever lasting change. Chip chip chip the dead flee and erase just as they did in the normal world. The blood that drenched the twins and consumnated their tragic life- bound by the chains of fate itself. In death, only they remain together in the maze as sweat traces Maruki's brow but he staunchly doesn't try to give away any emotion but flexes his fingers a little.
As the red button reading "STOP PROCESS" quickly sinks further into the console.
"Good."
The screens glitch away to reflect golden eyes, held in spirals, watching him directly as he finds his fingers shaking- held in the cold embrace of Azathoth's watchful gaze.
A mental shutdown on him.
The possibility of it- the chances of his brain being scooped away and left with an empty husk of regrets and pain...somehow that's the only other ending he could imagine for himself when he lost to hearing Rumi's occasional screams in the cold air of the hospital. The pain of it all, haunting his dreams and fuelling his day-to-day actions- everything to make their faces disappear from Rumi's pleas, to make their voices stop echoing in her head or how if anyone- if anyone should have died it should have been-
"If it was me your...happiness- your dreams would not have come true. I- I was the only one who could give that to you-"
Him. It should have been him. He was always weak and frail. Where did he go wrong?
You're right
It should have been me.
Me.
Me.
"Its thanks to Azathoth who has granted me the chance against all odds- I- I- I could have never-"
He was going to puke.
He felt his body shake, a clambering pain shaking the very root of his being as he clasped his hand to his mouth before a tentacle followed, now resting on his back- patting him gently. Tears prickled his eyes as Azathoth, the one who was healing the very wounds festering inside him as he felt like he could lurch out the very essence of Azathoth seated within him and then- It was coiling within him. He could feel it. He could feel it lifting away the unpleasant sensation. The tightness in his chest. He gasped in horror as he felt like for the first fucking time- he wanted to feel the pain which was being slowly removed from his anatomy. "Don't..." he pleads. "Please. Let me-"
I still need you, Takuto.
That was undeniably Rumi's voice.
Fuck.
Fuck.
"Stop it."
His voice clambered and shook the very walls of the maze. "DON'T YOU DARE USE HER-"
He grows quiet when the tentacle shifts and a single sharp talon pokes right on his neck. Just a few inches within- if it shifted- it would make its burrow into his heart. He stopped. Tears gushing down his face as he doesn't even know what the hell he's doing anymore.
Why is he-
You have come too far. You granted her wish. If she knew, if she knew you let someone else suffer like this...could you imagine?
1/? Tw: vomiting sensation. suicidal thoughts.
For a moment he doesn't even try to breathe with the way the tentacle grasps away at his hand- the glowing talons at the ends of the tendrils merely tracing the white leather of his gloves as he feels the hair raise behind his neck. Danger.
This is dangerous.
The air shifts like the very shuffling of the cards, cascading and toppling on top of each other as Kou is forced to hover and keep up with the ever lasting change. Chip chip chip the dead flee and erase just as they did in the normal world. The blood that drenched the twins and consumnated their tragic life- bound by the chains of fate itself. In death, only they remain together in the maze as sweat traces Maruki's brow but he staunchly doesn't try to give away any emotion but flexes his fingers a little.
As the red button reading "STOP PROCESS" quickly sinks further into the console.
The screens glitch away to reflect golden eyes, held in spirals, watching him directly as he finds his fingers shaking- held in the cold embrace of Azathoth's watchful gaze.
A mental shutdown on him.
The possibility of it- the chances of his brain being scooped away and left with an empty husk of regrets and pain...somehow that's the only other ending he could imagine for himself when he lost to hearing Rumi's occasional screams in the cold air of the hospital. The pain of it all, haunting his dreams and fuelling his day-to-day actions- everything to make their faces disappear from Rumi's pleas, to make their voices stop echoing in her head or how if anyone- if anyone should have died it should have been-
"If it was me your...happiness- your dreams would not have come true. I- I was the only one who could give that to you-"
Him. It should have been him. He was always weak and frail. Where did he go wrong?
You're right
It should have been me.
Me.
Me.
"Its thanks to Azathoth who has granted me the chance against all odds- I- I- I could have never-"
He was going to puke.
He felt his body shake, a clambering pain shaking the very root of his being as he clasped his hand to his mouth before a tentacle followed, now resting on his back- patting him gently. Tears prickled his eyes as Azathoth, the one who was healing the very wounds festering inside him as he felt like he could lurch out the very essence of Azathoth seated within him and then-
It was coiling within him. He could feel it. He could feel it lifting away the unpleasant sensation. The tightness in his chest. He gasped in horror as he felt like for the first fucking time- he wanted to feel the pain which was being slowly removed from his anatomy. "Don't..." he pleads. "Please. Let me-"
That was undeniably Rumi's voice.
Fuck.
Fuck.
"Stop it."
His voice clambered and shook the very walls of the maze. "DON'T YOU DARE USE HER-"
He grows quiet when the tentacle shifts and a single sharp talon pokes right on his neck. Just a few inches within- if it shifted- it would make its burrow into his heart. He stopped. Tears gushing down his face as he doesn't even know what the hell he's doing anymore.
Why is he-