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nysalogs2018-07-17 10:17 pm
shikomizue) wrote in nysalogs2018-07-17 10:17 pm
. under starless skies . closed
Who: Takasugi Shinsuke (shikomizue) & Others | CLOSED
What: Catch-All for July/August/September
When: July 16th - September
Where: Nadril, Olympia, Wyver
Warning(s): Alcohol Consumption, Sexual Content, TBA
[closed starters in the comments]
shikomizue) & Others | CLOSEDWhat: Catch-All for July/August/September
When: July 16th - September
Where: Nadril, Olympia, Wyver
Warning(s): Alcohol Consumption, Sexual Content, TBA
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[A stern, quick response. One Takasugi should already know the answer to -- his opinions rarely waver -- he still allows the man room and board, for example, even after he fucked his 12 y/o daughter. He's trite in that way.]
You've pushed yourself too far, haven't you? That's all you needed to say.
[He's just being nosy, really. There isn't any reason to fret where he's still mobile and cognizant. No amount of questioning here and now will reveal the full scope of things, Takasugi's a pain in the ass like that.]
Lead the way, why don't you.
[Less enthused than he would've been if this were more formal...more natural at the same time.]
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Or maybe that's the puss.While he recognizes how affronted Solomon is by their sudden elopement...Even on a normal day, he wouldn't care.
But now, he considers his own concessions to be far greater than those of the creature he's to 'wed'. His face fucking hurts, and the rest of his body aches, leaving his muscles taut in the same way they stretch when he allows Solomon to sup his blood.
You've pushed yourself too far, haven't you? The accusation stays Takasugi's urgency - he watches blonde hair and gentle features sway in the moonlight, and sees a ghost.
Whether the comment softened or sharpened him, Takasugi doesn't know, but he relents to that final demand without arguing the observation. Reaching out with an arm, Takasugi returns to the window he'd come in through.] You can make your observations while we travel.
[There will be plenty of time (let's timeskip) for Solomon to surmise the rot blossoming over his skin. His head lulls to one side, half of his neck weaker than the other. When the bandage over his eye slips, he doesn't feel it, doesn't fix it.
Instead he balances his pipe and a gourd of sake, working his tattered lips free of their dressing only enough to place mouthpiece or brim against them.
Unless prompted, he'll travel in silence. It's a long journey - he cuts through the Gilded Cage to reach Wyver, but there's no shortcut up the mountainside. They'll make it at the cusp of dawn at Takasugi's pace. Close enough? Yes, but the ceremony will surely be rushed.]
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Even if his current state is concerning, more and more as the moonlight reveals this and that at alternating angles. He very nearly feels bad, expressing such concerns is forbidden, however.
Not because he hasn't a slew of questions or lacks the words, but hyperfocusing on it all even more than he has won't reap the best results. Takasugi's a little bitch, for example. The whole thing feels far longer than it actually is -- hope springs eternal once they cross the threshold of the Gilded Cage, but the last leg of their journey evokes feelings akin to what the crew of the Andrea Gail felt before that last wave murdered all of them.
He opens his mouth to offer the proposal of a lift, but Takasugi's trudging onward on piping up suddenly feels strange. For someone with endless stamina and in perfect health, he has a lot of disparagement for this whole thing, end goal notwithstanding. At least dawn shines graciously over the treetops, illuminates their would-be altar in the vaguest, slightest of ways.
Of course, fucking with an audience would be easier to do at night, but he's pretending that isn't a component of anything but Takasugi's rude ass mind.]