don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

[perpend]

[That sure was a fucking thing. That execution was a fucking thing. Those secrets are a fucking thing.

Cabanela retreats to his room, but not for all that long. Everyone will get a note eventually, written in very neat handwriting

I do not plan on bowing down to threats and intimidation. If you did not act, it means you were, like me, aware of the risk, but decided against it. Your reasons are entirely your own.

Join me in the dining room if you agree enough is enough, and that you won't acquiesce to threats. I don't plan to let this stop me, and neither should you.

-C

In the dining room itself, Cabanela has set up coffee and tea for those who want it-- there's no food, because to be honest, he doesn't know how to cook. Two more candles have been lit-- he wasn't really sure what to do about the whole... parasite thing... so Fern's candle will have to make due.]

Comments

[paralogical]

Cycle? [ What kind of bullshit is Terumi on now? ... actually, it's better not to know. The whole thing sounds like nonsense, which means there's no point trying to understand it.

Suoh shakes his head as if to say "nevermind" and picks up the glass Terumi poured for him. He swishes the liquid around for a second before taking a sip. ] Might as well trust you on that. Sounds like you know what you're sayin', even if it doesn't make sense.

[ But... huh. Going back. Weirdly enough, he hasn't thought about it until now. What does he really have back there anyway? Kusanagi, Anna, HOMRA... There's them, but he was prepared to leave them all behind the moment Totsuka died. Does he even have a right to go back to them? Hell, does he even want to go back when he's not a king anymore? Being normal after this long just doesn't feel right. He didn't have any right to be a king, but he can't go back to being ordinary either. What the hell is he supposed to do with a second life? ] This is stupid.

[hentopan]

Shit's complicated, wouldn't surprise me if Jeri didn't know what the hell he was doing. [ That's how these things tend to go, in his experience. ]

Life is a whole lot of bullshit, but what are you gonna do about it? [ He takes another sip of his drink, some other thoughts flitting through his mind. For him this whole thing is both annoying and welcome, a break from the war he's waged time and time again with his sister. New experiences are fun, but it didn't get him any closer to his actual goal, it was just a different prison of a sort. ]

[paralogical]

Burn everything.

[ The past, Jericho, this second life—burning it all until nothing's left, not even ash, doesn't sound so bad. ]

[hentopan]

Keheheheheheheh!

[ This is like, the best damn thing he's heard all night? ]

That would be something, never really cared for fire over one method of destruction or another, but what does it freakin matter. Burned down a church once, and it was pretty pleasant~.

[ That's the problem really, the urge he's been resisting that he's been so strongly reminded of with the secret. Destroy, he should just destroy everything, but he needed to be patient didn't he? That line was getting awfully blurry. ]

[paralogical]

Shit.

[ That laughter, unhinged as it is, somehow sounds so sweet to his ears. He can't hide the grin on his face or the way that single word came out with such longing and desire. This isn't the first time he's had this violent, destructive impulse—but it is the first time it's been so strong. Terumi is dangerous, but not in the way he originally believed.

He sweeps his hand through his hair as he tries to control his racing heart. ] I'm starting to think you might be bad for me. How am I supposed to hold myself back with you actin' like that?

[hentopan]

Who says you have to? [ Terumi is always loose lipped, but that reply is faster than he would have liked. There's a cocky grin to match it; he really can't help himself, nor would he want to at this point. Everything this week was has left him incredibly pent up, and that inner desire should probably be dampened somehow.

He finishes the last of what's left in his glass and just smirks. Your move, Mikoto. ]

[paralogical]

Now that I think about it, you've got a point. [ Yeah. Absolute fuckin' worst match-up. ... sorry, Kusanagi. Wherever you are. There's nothing he can do about this. Or, more accurately, nothing he wants to do to about it.

He follows Terumi's example and finishes the rest of his glass. Normally he would savor it a little more but fuck it. Clearly they're about to get into something here.

Whatever it is, he's up for it. ] So, you in the mood to have some fun?

[hentopan]

Always.

[ They definitely are, and Terumi even takes the second to lower his hood, revealing that shock of electric green hair. It's been far too long since he's been impulsive, so screw it. Not like Terumi has much of a moral code, anyway.

Well they're sitting on the floor, so there's really no eloquent way to do this is there? He's been given the invitation to start, and regardless of what's happening (though they probably both know what by now), his first move is obvious. He doesn't want to wind up on the floor, at least right now, so how about if he just tries to straddle Mikoto first. It's a decently forceful attempt, but Terumi is light especially without momentum behind him. ]

So whatever goes, huh?

[paralogical]

Yeah. I'm not interested in making—or following—any rules right now. Though something tells me you're not the type to bother with boundaries anyway.

[ Hm, yeah. This position will definitely lead to a lot of fun—and as a bonus? It's the kind he hasn't had in a while. ... a really long one.

But before they start anything there's something he needs to do. Quite confidently, and quite intentionally, Suoh places his hands on Terumi's chest and rips his vest and shirt open. Those buttons had it coming. As did the shirt. It's more than a little petty but Terumi's the one who said anything goes, he's only following through. And simultaneously avenging his poor lost shirt (may it rest in peace). ]

[hentopan]

I'm almost touched you know me so well~.

[ The assessment is right of course, Terumi would have it no other way. There's the trademark smirk on his lips until the revenge is taken and hah. It throws him for all of a second, but the fact that it does at all? He was interested before, but now it's on. A different sort of smile finds its way onto his lips, equally as wicked as his usual one. ]

You know, I've always hated this fucking shirt. Thanks. [ Now that they both know where they stand, enough with the banter. There would be more pressing things to do with his mouth soon, anyway.

Its gonna be one hell of a night. ]