( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori

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With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.

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[killed]

[ Does he? Hiyori isn't a feral cat that needs to be captured and domesticated before being placed in a house where it can learn to love humans. He's a man who was raised to be who he is, and who's worked tirelessly to meet expectations and compensate for failures. He has no desire to change his life, but there's no denying that he's been slowed by recent events. He wraps an arm around the other, rubbing his arm. Marriage, he said, though he won't even allow for them to be on a first name basis. When the drugs fade, he'll agree that distance to be for the best.

He's not a feral cat, but a hedgehog who has found the proper distance from others to share warmth without the prickle of quills. His warmth is kept to himself, an imperfect and empty life, yet there is no harm done on either side. He's happy with this life, as he has no desire to feel sharp spines digging into his flesh, as the warmth he gains from them can't compare to that he'll lose as the blood spills from his body. Komaeda could therefore be said to be the opposite, as he is one others wish to keep away from to avoid his spines.

Work, work, work - Komaeda was right to say that he thinks of nothing else, for everything from jobs to lessons to socialization are nothing more than a form of it for him. He's quiet for a time, his hazy mind trying to process the complex answer to such a simple answer before finding that there's none that he can give. ]

Yes... You're right. His life will be better for it.

[ That surgery, too, was work. It was cruel and spiteful, a lesson given, but it was kinder than he could have been. He'd ensured that his life was put back together. The trauma would forever change his life, and the time he had so spent taking advantage of children would be spent living through nightmares. He would lose his appetite for trying to take advantage of others knowing that at any moment he might see a real monster once more. He still regrets subjecting a child to it, but he supposes that Komaeda's obsession protects him.

Drip, drip, plop, plop... He can hear the first drops of red splattering to the floor as those spines press into him as they huddle closer together, but it's just adding to the dark red stain that's already there. ]

I've enjoyed our time as well. The monotonous life of those who are able to settle down and live normally was never meant for me, but even so, I wish to keep you near me.

[killed]

[ He loves sickly and broken things. Objects and codes and humans are all the same, they're all broken down by his hands and built up anew by his visions. He makes them into something better than they were before moving onto the next thing without stopping. If he were to cure Komaeda, her would allow him to move on in his own time; he would realize that he can find his own happiness without him. He'll be left unfilled by his death, a dark stain on his record, but it's just one more snapshot in time.

The TV drones on in this background, but he barely hears it. They haven't found the right distance yet, and so he can make frivolous wishes for this and that. ]

My wishes are far and few between, and I grant them by my own efforts...

[ He murmurs. Komaeda is cool and Hiyori is warm. It's difficult to move his other arm, but he manages to reach over to grab a blanket and pull it over their laps so that they can rest more comfortably. He nuzzles against him, kissing his temple, and as he looks at him it's difficult to imagine what something genuine might be. His love is always genuine, earnest and kind, yet false and with an uncrossable gap between him and the recipient. ]

We'll see all of that and more... We can make dreams into reality...

[ He leans his head against the other's. It's comfortable here, and it's easier to rest wit the other by him. He finds himself dozing as he adds, ]

I'll make more time for you...