[ he teased with a smirk. another heavy exhale follows, as if the mere act of talking is exhausting him at this point, and oddly not the heavy weight of his loaded bag. now that felt fine; they can stay where they are against his back. ]
No one likes to be ... alone ...
[ whatever comes after that final word dimmed into an eerie silence, and he's back in that god-awful domain. again, no sign of sukuna and that is until he decided to glance down, the sight of his own hands clears slowly, only to realize they didn't belong to him. the sharp inhuman claws, painted in dark purple. his heart drops at that familiar vision, at those black markings circling each wrist— but yuuji didn't panic. not until, of course, those illusions had to slither deep into his own anxieties.
so, finally, he gets a taste of this 'hell'. it's been too good to be true.
yuuji started stuttering in his footing, slowing down, hand squeezing megumi's until he just ... stopped. his features grew pale as he was staring into something the other sorcerer couldn't see. there's fear in his eyes, but heavily repressed, and there is grief ... also, repressed.
he stayed quiet, waited for it to pass, and once he was back to where they stood— he didn't say anything. it might be uncomfortable silence for the other, but it's fine. yuuji will be fine. they just need to ... keep moving. ]
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[ he teased with a smirk. another heavy exhale follows, as if the mere act of talking is exhausting him at this point, and oddly not the heavy weight of his loaded bag. now that felt fine; they can stay where they are against his back. ]
No one likes to be ... alone ...
[ whatever comes after that final word dimmed into an eerie silence, and he's back in that god-awful domain. again, no sign of sukuna and that is until he decided to glance down, the sight of his own hands clears slowly, only to realize they didn't belong to him. the sharp inhuman claws, painted in dark purple. his heart drops at that familiar vision, at those black markings circling each wrist— but yuuji didn't panic. not until, of course, those illusions had to slither deep into his own anxieties.
so, finally, he gets a taste of this 'hell'. it's been too good to be true.
yuuji started stuttering in his footing, slowing down, hand squeezing megumi's until he just ... stopped. his features grew pale as he was staring into something the other sorcerer couldn't see. there's fear in his eyes, but heavily repressed, and there is grief ... also, repressed.
he stayed quiet, waited for it to pass, and once he was back to where they stood— he didn't say anything. it might be uncomfortable silence for the other, but it's fine. yuuji will be fine. they just need to ... keep moving. ]