#「 ♛ 」it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing ( geto )
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@chaoslulled || continued from [ X ]
godlike confidence shatters under the crushing weight of INFINITY. he cannot see satoru's eyes — he does not need to see ; he can sense the shock; the pain; the uncertainty. sugaru had turned his back on a friend ( a treasure ) in his pursuit of a doomed dream — now he stands quietly in the shadow of the ethereal, equally rife with uncertainty.
he wonders if satoru will execute him ( ❛ kill me if you want ❜ ). in the small hours of the night, the part of sugaru that constantly ached would, on occasion, ruminate on the possibility — on whether or not it would be so terrible to be put down like a violent beast ( ❛ there's a meaning to that ❜ ).
instead, satoru invites him into his home. && he does so with discretion — they both know what consequences await a jujutsu sorcerer who aids && abets a CURSE USER. coming here was selfish; he knows. a lock clicks && twists into place.
he treads lightly, taking satoru's lead && contemplating the surroundings in silence. the space is familiar — not in the hauntingly familiar way of the academy, where sugaru geto was a ghost living in the walls; the space is ( devastatingly ) familiar in a way that brings out the light in jaded eyes && dissolves the tightness in his chest... when sugaru notices familiar packaging, he finds his voice again.
❝ — gyokuro? since when? ❞
it's an observation.
satoru didn't care for the taste, && shoko hated the smell. sugaru was ( ironically ) the only one among them who enjoyed a blend that was cultivated in the shadows. although potent, the flavour itself was delicate; he digests it easily && is energized for the remainder of the day. why satoru had it in his kitchen… oh.
it's a realization.
once again he is at a loss for words.
#chaoslulled#「 ♛ 」it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing ( geto )#this took me so long and i hope this is okay omg#not me deadass researching japanese tea varieties that could be interpreted as a contrast to geto's cursed ability#fun fact this was my first attempt at writing geto and i had a blast
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" What did you want to tell me? " flings gojo at geto
@visioncursed || prompt [X]
roseate clouds move in tandem with the summer breeze, && celestial bodies begin to illuminate the tangerine sky. in a way, strange, even to him, suguru is jealous; the trajectory of the stars is something beautiful && forever ― something immutable, transcending the very CORRUPTION that has developed an APPETITE for his decaying spirit; suguru's own trajectory is hidden from him.
not that long ago, he had been so sure of himself… now he is anything but…
tonight, suguru finds no respite in the glow of the setting sun; but his virtue is rewarded in the light of the moon. he senses the approaching sorcerer before he sees him ― a silhouette painted onto a starlit canvas, crowned in silver. despite everything, suguru finds himself smiling.
it's getting harder && harder to smile these days…
❝ ah, satoru. welcome back. i take it the mission went well. ❞ he greets cheerfully, with a less than subtle intonation of affection reserved for satoru gojo, && satoru gojo alone. ❝ i hope it wasn't too boring without me. ❞
the other's company offers reprieve from the UNSPEAKABLE THOUGHTS that taunt him in the dark… perhaps he should speak up; they've always been honest with one another, have they not? && who could understand him better than satoru?
❝ it's nothing to trouble yourself over… let's go inside. i'll make us some tea, && you can tell me everything that happened. ❞
#visioncursed#「 ♛ 」answered#「 ♛ 」it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing ( geto )#「 ♛ 」queue are my special#this is so bad i'm so sorry#i like to think that i put my gussy into this and that's what matters
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“ am i not good enough? ” / geto
@ofovertime || prompt [X]
suguru has always held his underclassmen in high regard ― few in number though they are ( QUALITY will always supersede QUANTITY ). yu haibara is a shining beacon against the encroaching darkness; a fount of optimism && ( misplaced ) hope. yu haibara is pronounced dead ― his brutalized remains are returned to the school; by day's end, personal belongings will be removed from the premises && yu haibara will cease to exist outside the realm of memory...
grief weighs down on the gentle hands which afford the deceased any remaining modicum of dignity that can be spared; suguru tries not to think about the way the sheets dip around haibara's midsection; suguru tries not to think about the growing chasm in his own heart...
he's tired of it all: the SENSELESS death, the STOLEN youth, the THANKLESS crowds… the MISDIRECTED blame.
suguru shakes his head && looks over his shoulder at nanami ― the first year hasn't moved in what felt like ages; would he be the next cadaver strewn atop a pile of bones? shoko? mei mei? utahime?
❝ you're more than good enough. it's exactly as you said. you shouldn't have been sent on that mission to begin with. ❞
#ofovertime#「 ♛ 」answered#「 ♛ 」it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing ( geto )#「 ♛ 」queue are my special#sometimes u just gotta comfort the homie after another homie dies horribly#while also on the verge of a menty b#i really hope this is okay <3
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