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but youre still my (im seeking for) RETORT by Kniferey
Fandoms: Goncharov (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese - beelzeebub
22 Nov 2022
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Katya didn't wait up. She never did. Her husband was a fool of a man and one day it'd get him killed and she wasn't about to be the damned widow getting the news in the early hours while the grass still sparkled and her lashes felt like lead weights.
Instead, she loaded a gun, slipped it through a garter, and threw on the coat that silenced every bar she stepped into.
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Or, the aftermath of the bridge.
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His phone rang.
His phone rang and the picture of a ghost glared up at him.
Well, really, a picture of a ghost smiled up at him, winking and making half a heart with one hand as Akechi scowled at the camera.
“Akechi?”
A voice he thought he’d never hear again crackled over his phone’s speaker.
“Kurusu?” His voice, which was but a whisper, trembled. So many feelings were stirring inside of him, but the only one he could give a name to at the moment was anxiety. Why hadn’t his plan worked? Was it all falling apart? Everything he worked so hard for, all the sacrifices he made, were they all for nothing?
Then suddenly, as though someone had flipped a switch, he heard Kurusu’s tone change completely. “You lived!” He exclaimed.
...Huh?
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Or: a somewhat fucked up time loop fic because I got into kagepro again and have been OBSESSED with this idea for days now
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Some say that the witch, happy for the cupcake and the kindness and the good company, agreed to remove her friend's curse and let Jester keep her hands.
Others say that she tricked the witch.
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After the beginning of the end, Martin only got to see Jon a few times.
When the apocalypse ended, there was no fanfare, no giant explosion in the sky for everyone to see. Instead, there was a light breeze that carried away the man that had once broken the world.
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“It’s..”
Small. He wants to say. Too small to be the quarters meant to house Tokyo’s living legend, the magnum opus he created then abandoned in his past lifetime, to the man behind the mask. It’s quaint. A little too quaint for a boy of Lelouch’s tastes, the insatiable king with a flair for the dramatic and an appetite for silver linings and satin linens, jewels and gold and anything that could make a statement in bold, blazing letters.
But it’s nothing more and nothing less than what Lelouch would have imagined for him. For this boy, who comes and goes as he pleases, and has now decided he’d waltz back into Suzaku’s apartment.
Ten years later.
“Nice. It suits you.”
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dé·jà vu - tedious familiarity.
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16 Aug 2022
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“This,” he continues — he’s rambling, but for once, he doesn’t care, “this is where people go to die. The hotel room, I keep — I keep thinking about it. People drag themselves out here to be forgotten. Out of all ways of doing it, whether it’s by cyanide or legal documentation, this is just the most beautiful way to go out.”
By now, Goro has shifted a little closer, and he can’t help properly looking at him. How peaceful his complexion pales in the setting horizon, exposed shoulders pressed into the earth — how his hair curls and dances with the breeze. Laying here, it’s as if he’s become part of the world as night falls. Does he notice how he blends? How does he creates the colors that brighten Goro’s world, that has once been so dull? It burns and sickens him, how easily it is to let Akira go. To let him return to the earth, in a death more peaceful than any love Goro could ever give him.
Kurusu Akira grants him death in the most colorful of ways.
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24 May 2021