[ SEMI-CLOSED ] with your demons and mine, i've been yours from the start

[kaientai]

Who ⬤ Sakamoto Ryouma + various
What ⬤ A horrible time to have a curse + some fun in the sun
When ⬤ June~
Where ⬤ All over!
Content Warnings ⬤ It's raining blood! Violence! Corruption! The baseline assumption here is that a lot will come up but I will specifically content warn for anything particularly noteworthy that wouldn't fall under the horror umbrella of the event itself. Beach-related prompts probably involve alcohol, stupidity, and assorted shenanigans. Will also warn accordingly!

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[kaientai]

[ the clothes ryouma left out for hizen are nothing special, just a t-shirt and some shorts he picked up at one of the thrift shops. something that's comfy for sleeping in because that's exactly why ryouma owns that sort of thing.

while hizen was showering, ryouma changed out of his own bloody clothes and tidied up a bit. the trash has been taken out and the futon pulled out properly. he didn't risk getting blood on the bedding itself, so that's all still folded up. ]

Lookin' better already!

[ ryouma says this more cheerfully than he has any business being right now, probably. but he's still trying. ]

Won't be too long, but if you get hungry or ya need anything, help yer self.

[harimaya]

(He isn't hungry. He doesn't think food can fill the hollowness he's feeling.

While Ryouma is in the shower, he rummages around quietly. He hadn't seen anything in the bathroom he could use but he wonders if there's something like a first-aid kit he can rifle through for a new bandage or something to really cover his neck. He keeps the towel in place in case Ryouma comes out and he's always careful to make sure to put everything back exactly as he'd found it.

There aren't many places to look and after giving up, he settles down on the couch and... just sits. Awkwardly, thinking about the rain and everything that's happened. He wonders where Izo is. He hasn't answered his messages or reached out to him since...)

...

(He replaces his phone with his sword, setting it down in his lap and looking down at it. He should get it checked after all of this, he thinks. He can feel the exhaustion weighing down on him and he wonders how much of that is physical fatigue and how much of it is spiritual. Until then, he'll keep fighting, he thinks. He'll rest because his body is telling him to but he'll make sure to get back to work later.



When Ryouma comes out, Hizen has already gone to sleep. Even if he has the entire sofa to spread out, he curls up tightly in just one part of it, holding his sword close as he sleeps. With all of the space he could take, it's like he's trying to take as little as possible. While sleeping, he's kept the towel around his neck but it's since slipped just slightly to reveal the jagged scar that goes completely around his neck.

He sleeps until early morning when he wakes himself up, picks up the coat they'd taken earlier, and slips away silently to resume his patrol.)