[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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[no_kyouken]

[ It's not a thing to fight about. Not yet, anyway. Losing Makoto and his wife down the road will make him more like Andromache: upset and angry at the sight of real emotional investment. The divorce convinces him he is too toxic to be loved. But then, if he never goes back to Sotenbori, he can never meet Mirei.

Right now he still thinks he might have a chance at deserving a family. He can't be all broken, can he? It's not irreversible, is it? ]

Yeah, we'll take your bullshit too. We all have some.

[ Insecurities and untenable coping mechanisms. Miserable, bloody backstories. They have decided to all stick together any way, in spite of the secrets and broken pieces. ]

[killtime]

[ She still doesn't feel ready. It still feels like more than she knows how to cope with. Some part of her wants to fight this back with everything that she fucking has, even if it means burning every last bridge, hurting everyone she's come to care about — because then there wouldn't be a choice anymore. No uncertainty. No way to go back. But if it's going to be painful anyway — if it's too late, because the feelings are already there — can't she just let herself have this? Can't she just... Try?

It hurts just wanting it. A growing ache in her chest, the longer she dwells on it. ]

...And if I fuck this up? Then what?

[ Finally, she looks up at Majima, something unsteady and emotional in her eyes even though she's stopped raising her voice. ]

It fucking terrifies me. Having something to lose.

[no_kyouken]

[ He is genuinely quiet and contemplative in response, looking at nothing for a moment before his good eye flicks up to hold her gaze. ]

Already lost everythin' once. Ain't doin' it again.

[ And then he straightens up from where he'd draped around her shoulder, lighting his cigarette. This statement should not be a surprise, that eye didn't cut itself out. ]

Don't care what it takes.

[ And he is recklessly certain of that, in a way only young men can be. That's his answer though: don't fuck it up and don't let go. ]

[killtime]

[ She envies that. His determination. How certain his words sound. She'd been determined once too. And so fucking sure of herself. Why wouldn't she be? She was Andromache of Scythia — immortal, invincible, unstoppable. A fucking god of war. Nobody could take what was hers. But then, Noriko had always told her that hubris was one of her vices — and Noriko had always been right. She'd lost everything. Over and over and over again. And she'd been helpless to stop it, every single fucking time.

What good was the immortality anyway, if she couldn't even use it to protect what she loved? What good was she?

And yet, here she is again. Because she's stupid. Because she didn't learn her lesson, no matter how much it hurt. And she has to try and believe that it can be different this time, despite everything — otherwise it'll drive her completely insane. Maybe she won't always be strong — maybe she'll fucking doubt, and maybe the effort will be futile in the end anyway, but... Fuck it. She can fight. She will. Tooth and nail. And somehow, something in Majima's voice makes her trust that she won't be fighting alone. That's something, isn't it? ]

...Okay. [ Finally, quietly. ] Then I'm with you. For whatever the fuck that's worth.

[no_kyouken]

[ Sometimes, at the bottom of the world, your promises are the only thing you have of any worth. That's a little much for him to say out loud though, he's been about as emotionally competent today as he's going to be. ]

Cheers, then.

[ He won't even rub it in her face what a big fucking snit she threw about it. What a nice guy. ]

[killtime]

[ Any more emotional competence from him today, and it might actually kill her, so it's probably just as well. There's a tangible relief in her posture when he seems willing to leave it at that, her shoulders relaxing as she takes another swig of the whisky before setting it back on the counter and nudging it Majima's way. ]

Fucking cheers, you bastard. [ He deserves a little name-calling, she thinks, for busting her balls like this to begin with — but the insult doesn't have any bite behind it, and she does appreciate that, at the very least, he brought alcohol to help soothe her pride afterward. ] Hope you don't regret this shit later.