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summer uncoils memories, a sleeping python and its gaping mouth hovering in the back of his mind.
it was hot back then, too, heat oozing off the concrete. white shirts sticking to their bodies, the deafening, mournful cry of the cicadas, hair that’s too damp and unruly to keep together. as his steps take him further into the mountain, these recollections cease to gnaw at him, the endless stream finally settling into something that he’s not quite sure can be called peaceful stillness or momentary subjugation: the knot in his stomach tells him it’s the latter.
suguru barely flinches when satoru’s shape comes to view, shadowed by the leaves moving like fish in the water. it only adds to the hermetic sensation that’s been following him since the first moment he sensed the familiar cursed energy roaming about. instinct is cyclical, a silent baring of teeth, ebbing away the closer his feet took him to where satoru stood unbothered.
bear it with dignity, right up until the reminiscence begins to touch the raw-edged remnants of feelings long expired. his voice is serene, divested of the practiced theatrics of a false deity, and perhaps the most sincere he’s ever been in the past months.
“ satoru! ” voice feather-like, it surprises him that every syllable tastes the same rolled around his tongue, easy as though time was nonexistent. each invisible stitch seeks to replicate the ease and form by which satoru knew him — his original imperfection, as suguru remembered it. it comes to naught. their features are sharper, their bodies taller, broader, and the scent of their cursed energy honed in a way that told suguru about the curses that lay crushed beneath satoru’s feet.
a sigh of relief, then, disguised by his relaxed posture. i suppose i don’t have to worry, we’re still on opposing sides. “ i’ll make a risky assumption and say that i’m not the target this time. what about the curse? have you squashed it yet?”
@infinitie
cheek kiss. ( mei mei for getito )
“unprompted sweetness won’t garner any favors, will it? i thought we’d agreed not to overdo with it as to not build debt on either side.” he speaks idly, head leant into the petal-soft kiss and when the lips part, he almost misses it.
experience tells him something must be given in exchange, a trade between devil and sin-abiding witch. it doesn’t quite feel like it this time, so he watches carefully as her posture regains the usual siren-like leisure. suguru revels in the embers left behind, right above his cheek, where their skin touched. sweet, addicting, as any poison should be.
and then he laughs. unbridled, like he hasn’t done in a long while.
perhaps it’s the familiar perfume, the drunken haze of fine liquor, but he can’t entirely blame the sake in his cup when there’s barely more than one and a half in his system. it can only be mirth, genuine bliss at her company. he’s growing sentimental. “well, not that it will stop you.”
taking as much as she wanted, giving little back in return. that is the way things are, that’s the way they’d been since the first time words were exchanged between them. and a little more than that, too, but he doesn’t dwell on memories past midnight. suguru lowers his cup with a tud.
“any other sorcerer would’ve stated their business since entering the room. while i do enjoy the company, i’d rather not assume that my executioner has been changed on such short notice. you probably won’t believe it, but i don’t enjoy spilling blood from my old comrades. i try not to, if i can help it.”
@koseigu
