well that escalated quickly
#wow we just killed our muses again #sips tea just another sunday w/e
We really need to stop doing that.
“yes it is most definitely true now give me two drafts of this ‘budget’ immediately I don’t trust you to reevaluate on your own I am officially your pity accountant from now on.
I expect those documents stat pretty boy.”
"It may take some time to recalculate all of the figures, but I’ll get two proposals to you as soon as is possible. Do they need to be notarized? And for tat matter, do you need an annual budget, or one broken down to a one month timeline? Perhaps an annual plan would be best, with details for one month’s anticipatory calendar of pity parties built in, with associated costs and numbers… hmm…”
“Emi-kun’s mun just told me that I throw myself too many pity parties… Is that true? I wonder… Perhaps I should reevaluate my pity party budget and cut back. I’d hate to be fiscally irresponsible about that sort of thing… even if I can afford it, it’s impractical."
[Lies] He’s found out the truth about you and instead of confronting you about it, instead of listening to your warnings, he’s going to take on the threat himself and he’s going to be killed. And it’ll be all your fault for not filling him in sooner. For not letting him in, not letting him help you. You wanted to protect him? He’s willingly going to the slaughter now, thinking that he’s saving you.
.:|| ↑→↓ No. ↓←↑ ||:.
.:|| ↑→↓ No no no no no. ↓←↑ ||:.
He wouldn’t do that. He’s brilliant, he’s reasonable.
He’s emotional. He cares about you.
It wasn’t true.It couldn’t be— god dammit no he would have said something, he would have confronted her! He would have asked her what she was thinking, pleaded, reasoned, and scolded. He wouldn’t do this- he knew better than to run in head first at danger…Except he didn’t, did he?
He was a knight. She, the princess.
She had been something like that in his eyes, hadn’t she? Delicate, laughing, blushing, sheepish Emi. Who wrote and baked and danced on occasion, and did her very best to live a happy dual life even if it meant she could be hurt, even if it meant she was in danger. She didn’t let anyone help because she couldn’t have them getting hurt in her place. This- this could not happen. It was everything she fought so hard to avoid. It was all of her late nights and forged doctor’s notes and bandages and first aid training. It was trusting Akira to get into the heads of anyone who was close and steer them away from their inklings.
.:|| ↑→↓ NO! ↓←↑ ||:.
There was no way. She would not lose him.
She’d sooner die herself.
What can you do when it’s already too late…?
Now what could ever make you think I can’t be trusted, hm? I’m totally harmless! Just another human, ha ha..ha
“Lies, lies, and more lies. You may think I’m naive, but I didn’t get as famous and prolific as I am without some degree of intelligence or, at the very least, pattern recognition.”
“Hey Hakuba-kun! Do you want to come over to my house next week for dinner? My father will be out of town and my mother would love to meet you. She is a great cook. So would you like to try my mother’s cooking?”
“Ah, thank you for the invitation, but I’m not entirely certain where I’ll be next week yet… my mum’s still attempting to convince me to come home for the holidays and I’m a bit concerned that she may attempt to kidnap me at this rate… Perhaps I could take a raincheck?"
“You will never be a modern day Sherlock Holmes! You only wear that Holmes outfit because Holmes is British. There can only be one modern day Sherlock and that is Kudo-kun!”
“…I’ve long since acknowledged that Kudou-san was a far better detective and more fit for the title. He has taken my place in every regard. But thank you for the rather unpleasant reminder.”
Whatever would make you think I’d be making anything other than some nice, hot, stew? Probablynottobeingestedbyhumans but you know, stew! 8D
“You, milady, are not to be trusted. At all.”
sTEW, THAT’S RIGHT It’s for uh.. stew, yeah. Learning new recipes, right 8D;; /quietly kicks the jars of questionable items that’s definitely not for an edible stew under the table
“…hm.”
He thought he was protecting her. He thought that he was venomous, and he knew that it would be best- someday. Eventually. Maybe. But that didn’t seem to be what he was thinking, as he after he’d said it to her, her gaze fell dark, and full of a sadness he had never known from her bright eyes. Because he was thinking that it would hurt her a little, that he would have to hurt her to make sure she would be safe, and if he had to lie and tell her things about her he didn’t believe for just this instance, if it would mean she wouldn’t keep holding on- that she would be better off someday, because of it- then he would. But he didn’t know that everything he said would be taken into the deepest part of her heart.
That she immediately knew that she had suffocated him, when she hadn’t. That she knewthat she had ruined everything good for herself, again, that she’d fucked up, she’d let him down, she’d been too much, she’d been too little. She knew everything that wasn’t true and she was so sorry for that nothingness.
Because to her, in that moment, it was real.
And she would beg, through her tears, please. Please no. I’m sorry, whatever I’ve done, everything I’ve done please let me change it. Let me make it up to you- Saguru you’re the best, and one of the only good things in my life, please, please, please, I need you, don’t do this. I can change. I can be anything. Please please please.
He couldn’t know that when he pulled his hand out of both of hers there was a part of her which did not only break, but ceased to exist. It was torn away from her, out of her heart, and off of her soul.
I’ve broken up with her
I’ve broken
upwith herI’ve broken
up withher
