[open] a real nightmare

[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Majima (Shuten) & Open
What ⬤ May Substories, etc
Content Warnings ⬤ Cross dress, violence, alcohol, probably smut somewhere.

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[medicative]

[they hum contently, taking in the answer and rolling it around in their head before they lean closer, that knife sharp curiosity in their eyes again.]

And what do you want, Joku? To nestle inside that body now it's the right shape to hold you, and while away your time?

[it's not asked to judge, or to measure. just to know, as if Hibiki was any better - wisdom stretched and twisted until it came out in the exact shape they preferred today.]

[no_kyouken]

As long as the food is plentiful and the sake is good.

[ He is an Uwabami, after all. ]

And I will snap my fangs from time to time, to remind his enemies that I am yet here.

[ He purses his lips into a ring, blowing out a long stream of smoke. ]

Much of him is mine, he could be made to serve as a vessel for a very long time.

[medicative]

[the little laugh that comes from their throat is half breathed out, vaguely reminiscent of a crow's call.]

If that is so, then I suppose there is nothing for it. I shall have to set my own plans similarly. You're likely to get in enough situations where you'll need my advice.

[that, and they might be fond. just enough to keep hanging around, to let him come close and share their warmth. whatever they want to say, though it's obvious enough in the right light.]

[no_kyouken]

[ He takes their hand, stopping and pulling them into the circle of his arms. He's laughing, like he usually is, smelling of smoke and sake like he has for thousands of years. ]

We'll live a long time, my bird.

[ They have survived what befell Hakagemachi where many others did not. Their friends. Their family. He nuzzles into their hair and thinks about it only a little. He isn't one to dwell. ]

[medicative]

[instead of some witty remark, they just turn their head, reaching up to fit their hand to his face and kiss him, swallowing that laughter with their own lips. not overly sweet, not tonight, but enough to speak their gladness that he's here at all. survival is a difficult enough game to play, all the more so being alone.

all this, tonight, the dim bustle of the streets and the way he smells, it's familiar enough to be grounding. to be well. they'll find their place again here, and laugh the whole way.]