semi-closed 🔪 sometimes it's better to lose than compromise

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani and various
What ⬤ It's trauma time! (event nsfw)
When ⬤ THE BLOOD RAIN BABY
Where ⬤ various
Content Warnings ⬤ TRAUMA!! BLOOD!! GORE!! VIOLENCE!! PTSD!! SEX!! BODY HORROR? This is a nsfw post for event stuff, so be warned

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[killtime]

[ She leans to kiss him without thinking about it — habitual as the cigarette idly burning between her fingertips. Like most things with them, it's become second nature before she's even really realized it. She lingers close afterward, the taste of his cigarette mixed with her own in her mouth. ]

Not as much fun as fighting nightmares in the street, huh? [ There's a little affection under her wryness. With rank comes responsibilities — neither of them are strangers to that — but if she could, she'd take hunting demons with Nishitani at her back over the Department's dirty work any day. It's only a shame that's not a choice she can make now. ] Toraguma's keeping you fucking busy.

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It's the fucking pits! [ Nishitani laments irritably, exaggerated, before going in for another kiss. The smoke tastes good on her lips, in her mouth, and when he pulls back he finally seems satiated enough. ] No one here knows how to run anything!

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[ It’s comforting somehow - the familiarity of their back and forth, his mouth on hers, and even just that hand at her hip. She’d almost rather not talk about anything serious, but what needs doing still needs doing. No avoiding that now.

After a moment, without much preamble: ]

Word is they’re sending me in to Kaigo no Bou. Me and a few others.

[ A handful of Lost Souls against the source of the nightmares. ]

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Word from who? [ He's curious, mostly because he likes knowing what the fuck strings are pulling each person which way. Part of him thinks he should go with her, but another part knows that his people are going to be relying on him even harder coming up soon. ]

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[ She’d rather have him with her too. But maybe some part of her is also a little relieved. Because who the fuck knows what’s in that damn tower. She doesn’t even want to think about the possibility of repeating what happened the day Nishitani nearly died taking a knife for her. ]

The clan leaders. [ A little dryly then, as she takes a drag off her cigarette: ] Yours is the one that apparently handpicked me.

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[ Nishitani bites the smoke from her lips, taking it for himself as he listens. ]

Well, you fuck with enough Shuten for the old man to at least know your name. [ If anyone picked Andy, he'd want it to be Toraguma. ]

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[ She makes a quiet, half-amused noise of agreement. He’s not wrong. Not sure how it ended up that way, but she’s not sorry either.

Wryly: ]

Sometimes I even let one of his lieutenants put his dick in me, so I guess the least Toraguma owes me is a little acknowledgement.

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It's a good dick, admit it. [ Nishitani smirks, but the amusement fades rapidly. ] I guess I'm not invited to the party then, if you're here telling me all this.

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[ A small pause, then she reaches out with her free hand, loosely wrapping it around his wrist. More for herself than anything. ]

No. Not this time.

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What a fucking scam. [ And Nishitani seems genuinely mournful that he can't join them, because he wants to follow after Andy and Toraguma, liking them both enough to be worried for their safety. He holds onto her wrist back, a signal of comfort they picked up from their time in his nightmare together. ] Come back to me, then. I'll make sure this dick rewards you for saving the fucking city.

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[ That earns a faint, wry smile. Just one corner of her lips quirking upward ever so slightly as she lifts her cigarette back up for another drag. ]

Yeah? Better be ready put that dick where your mouth is, sweetheart. [ Dryly, as she gives his wrist a fond little squeeze: ] If I survive this shit, I fully expect to be fucked within an inch of my life.

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I can do that. Maybe I'll even call in help. Think we can get a vibrator going without blowing the circuit? [ Given the place they live, it'd be genuinely amazing if they could manage to get anything going. There's one working socket, and it's behind the fridge. ]

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[ Amusement makes crow’s feet crinkle at the corner of her eyes. Yeah, that shithole apartment of theirs barely qualifies as habitable, but she’ll be glad to come home to it, when everything is said and done. ]

Suppose we’ll find out. [ Maybe she should be in more of a hurry to go and prepare, but some part of her just wants to stay here, lingering with her hand around his wrist and his around hers. She hadn’t really realized it before, but she’s hardly spent a day in hell apart from him until now. ] Feed the cat. And try not to get stabbed while I’m gone.

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No promises. [ He kisses her again, licking into her mouth to chase the taste of her, the smoke that curls on her tongue still. He wants to pin her to the wall and fuck her now, keep her here and ignore the cursed rain that still infects the city, but part of him knows what must be done, and he relents fore that notion. ] If you get stabbed, I get stabbed.

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[ Her lips part readily for him, her mouth just as hungry as his and her kiss just as hard. ]

Then I won't.

[ Spoken like she has any control over that at all. But she's stubborn. Stubborn and strong, even like this, when she's exhausted and mortal as anyone. This time, she has something to come back to, and she'll fight tooth and nail for it. ]

I'm your fucking woman. Like hell I'd go down easy.