July open log and catch-all [OPEN]

[heretic_blade]

Who ⬤ Okada Izō and you!
What ⬤ Open prompts and other things
When ⬤ July
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ None right now!



Gen
Dog shenanigans

Substory
Stardust

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Comments

[lemoncandy]

( Shealtiel isn't the type to explain his own reactions to others, or broadcast his trauma— and he's also too stubborn to stop and bother understanding that not everything works the same here. So when he's pushed, he stumbles back but holds his ground, candy still in his mouth but eyes glaring sharply. )

You can put them away, before I get sick on you again.

( His anger is elevating, though, past the point of disgust and into something deeper. Looking closely, one might almost notice a shift to the right side of his face... But nothing comes of it yet. He clenches his fist. )

You're lucky I don't have my angelic weapon here. Just get out of my way with those things.

[heretic_blade]

Yer lucky I don't slit yer fuckin' throat for talkin' t' me like this!

[ The feathers on his wings fluff up just like a posturing bird's would. He bares his sharp teeth in a snarl. ]

Th' fuck makes ya think I can jus' make my wing go away, huh? Why're ya fuckin' with me like this?! Think it's fuckin' funny?!

[lemoncandy]

You don't see my wings hanging out, do you?!

( It takes everything inside of him (and the lemon candy) not to gag again at the sight of those feathers fluffing up. His body lurches slightly, tenses, and as he closes his eyes to try and make the images go away, a few extra slits appear briefly on the right side of his face.

They vanish just as quickly as he struggles to control himself. )

Nothing about it is funny! It's disgusting, it's vile! It's... ( He's starting to feel hot, uncomfortable, anger welling up so much inside of him and aimed at... what? Himself, maybe? His eyes open again, just the two. )

...You're not a demon, are you? Something feels different. But I can't... stand looking at wings like that.

[heretic_blade]

No, I ain't a fuckin' demon!

[ Izō snarls. He's bad at containing his anger, but especially when he feels like he's being disrespected. ]

I got a fuckin' tengu livin' in my body! Ya think I wanna look like this?! Ya think any'a this was my fuckin' choice?!

[lemoncandy]

I...

( There's something going on in Shealtiel's head. There are complex emotions written all across his face, even with a lemon candy stick peeking out from between his lips to keep his nausea in check. Fingernails from his right hand dig into his scarred left hand, and he shifts his weight uneasily.

It looks like he doesn't know what to say.

It's because he doesn't. The sentiment of "I didn't want to look like this, I didn't choose this" is entirely one he relates to, and the stinging pain of that realization is too much to handle. But if these features aren't bad, then why did he suffer through everything? What's the point?

What does he say, when he relates to someone like this? He pushes that back repeatedly, focusing instead on something he can cling to easily. He's not a demon. A tengu is different.

Still, he stays mostly speechless now. )

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō can recognize that the other man is struggling with something, yet he refuses to relent. Shealtiel came at him with immediate aggression and disgust and like hell Izō is going to just let that go. He's too bull-headed and violent for that. ]

Ya what? Spit it out before I make ya.

[lemoncandy]

Leave me alone...

( He wants to yell it, as if he's not the one who started this, but his voice comes out strained and quiet. Shealtiel steps back, just a moment away from turning and bolting. He doesn't just yet, still struggling to pull something up from inside of his heart.

But he can't.

He can't even apologize. He doesn't know if he wants to or not. )

[heretic_blade]

That's all ya got?! Like ya weren't th' one that came up t' me an' puked on me?! Like ya ain't th' one callin' me a fuckin' demon?!

[ He can feel the tengu buzzing in his head, telling him to punish Shealtiel for daring to disrespect him like this. ]

Ya better say somethin' else or ya ain't walkin' outta here!

[lemoncandy]

( It's the threats that finally get something to snap inside of Shealtiel. He glares through his bangs, blue eyes piercing, but he doesn't have his weapon yet. He can only grow tense. )

I don't have to explain myself to you.

[heretic_blade]

[ That's the final straw, the one that gets Izō to draw his sword and rush up to Shealtiel. ]

Ya know what's happened to ev'ryone else that's treated me like this? [ Low. Dangerous. ] Huh? Do ya? 'Cause yer about t' find out.

[lemoncandy]

( Ah. Shealtiel doesn't have his weapon currently, or he might stop and fight through this a little more properly. As it is, he sees Izo rushing and shifts to evade. They're just in the middle of the street— and maybe he should have left him to eat the stardust like he was.

For now, he ducks out of the way and makes to run. He doesn't say a word, ducking in and out of crowds, of stores, of whatever he can to try and avoid a fight when he's not ready for one. )

[heretic_blade]

Get yer sorry ass back here, ya fuckin' coward!!

[ Izō gives chase, using those wings to his advantage. He can keep above the crowd and maneuver better than anyone would think. His anger might cloud his judgement, but it sure doesn't dull his tracking skills. He seeks out a path to cut off Shealtiel's escape, trying to drive him into a narrow alleyway. ]