Einshi - * 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

“i believe that you will find out soon enough.” if the little mice scrambling around the main building are anything to go by, or so he thinks dismissively.

through the winding vines and thick foliage he can sense the embers of a curse’s rage, the putrid smell that comes with it and which coats his senses, the closer their feet take them to its current position. perhaps satoru can sense it - no, he’s definitely capable of it, even beyond that, should his eyes focused on the task. so he finds the remark a tad bit petulant, for old time’s sake, maybe? well, he can be petty, if petty is what satoru wants.

“so a curse, then,” he decides, his eyes never leaving satoru’s face. fingers, half unfurled, rest with ease, folded under his robes. “a first grade.”

suguru looked at him properly now, standing only a stone-throw away from each other in the space offered by old trees. a bird flew along next to them, unburdened by the phantom thread tightening as seconds pass. they’re managing, for now, but surely it won’t last for eternity. there’s little to do, and there’s no other way towards the curse’s hideout that doesn’t lead him back to satoru. as it always has.

a sour taste floods through suguru’s mouth. though partly hidden by white gauze, suguru’s mind conjures the kind of expression that he imagines satoru’s making, the distinct frown, eyes blue and sharp like tidal waves. 

he doesn’t mention that satoru could’ve opted for teleportation, defying matter and any obstacle. 

he doesn’t mention that he, suguru, could’ve taken a different route, retrieved what he came here for and pretended that they weren’t who they were, always skirting around each other’s territories like ships at night.but it’s a loud secret, as they’d always had. “there’s no use, you should know. i can sense it just as well as you do.”

A third of Satoru expected to find Suguru out here. Another third hoped that he wouldn’t, yet the last third of him that still grappled with his loss hoped that he would. Seeing him meant that he was well – or, at least, well as one could say Suguru was given his usual state. He was alive in this foolishness and as much as Satoru hoped that for his sake that he’d change his mind, he knew that he was set in his ways and didn’t want to - couldn’t, for that matter - push him otherwise, as much as he recited the scene in his mind.

“Suguru.” Satoru greets him in turn, his voice guarded in an equally practiced manner. It'd taken a while to get to this point. Maybe if they'd come across each other sooner, Satoru might've sounded more vulnerable.

“I take you’re after a curse yourself.” He hasn’t found the curse yet, perhaps distracted by the presence of his old friend’s cursed energy made manifest. They must be chasing the same target if he's made note of it.

Satoru’s hands remain at his side, though, twitching, as if considering the idea of going through with the execution order that hadn't yet lifted on Suguru’s head… but they both know that Satoru could never pull it off, so it remains a mere suggestion in his mind that unpleasantly replays.

“You have a lot of nerve getting out,” Satoru remarks, remaining in place trying to maintain a casual stance and allowing Suguru to approach. But if there's anything predictable about Suguru, it's his audacity. It's the one thing that Satoru still finds himself admiring to this day.

“It’s not any of your business what I'm doing out here or what the curse is up to. Don't you have some kind of establishment to take care of?” Establishment, cult. Whatever it is that Suguru would call it. Satoru doesn't want to care, though he'd be lying to himself if he didn't find himself thinking about it – what Suguru was up to with it, how many curses and people he managed to rope in. All because Satoru let it get to that point. “Stay out of my way.” Despite these words, his delivery isn't as cold as he hoped it would be.

@einshi

updated my muselist and it's the whole psych ward fr:

@cursedfell

the different font being used is so amusing to me. also are we sure they havent kissed

“ can you host a hassle-free party? one without noise. ”

‘ can you play one of your rhythm games without thumbs? ’ gojo scoffed dismissively, the absurdity of the question so comical it almost makes him laugh. almost. ‘ you stand by this statement? doesn't matter, don't answer me! you just have to be there to understand it. parties without noise are an inexistent equation. need a quiet place? tell qiao ling to bring you a crib, you crybaby. can we get going though? these drinks are getting warm. ’

@trapshot

i think you would write the FUCK out of miss kujo herself, but also i would kind of kms to specifically write vanilla ice / dio with you. i'm self serving.

Based off my blog, what other characters could you see me Roleplay as?

the way I've actually written jolyne before 😭 it didn't last tho because my muses for rohan and abbacchio were far stronger but mayyybe I could bring her back I'd need to check my brain bits to revive the muse

As for vanilla ice idt I have a muse for him sadly 😭 I'm betraying sho hayami... But don't worry I've written giorno before and we can definitely have the patricide interaction we deserve

he said, with bad intentions

just got hollow purple'd

if evil, why hot

thinking hard about the line 'i loved you longer than i knew you' because i used it months ago for a piece i drew and it's been haunting me since bc that's how i imagine the dynamic between gojo and geto, spending only 3 years of their youth together but loving each other in distance for 10 more also this is the piece

Kougino is aging like a fine wine