![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Week 2
Friday's harrowing events are clear in the minds of many—first and foremost, the death of Rika Furude, and of course the reveal and subsequent "sentencing" of Asch the Bloody. It also serves well as a reminder to everyone that the gloves are off, there won't be an easy way out for anyone and it is unlikely that there will be an option to 'wait it out' in the hopes of not participating in this 'game'. Or, as The Sage and The Teishu put it:
The Challenge.
Despite how you felt about the trial, it's likely that some rest would be welcome after all that transpired. Fortunately, some of your fellow warriors have taken it upon themselves to provide a reprieve of sorts, if you'd rather not be alone.
As if the events of the trial are supposed to be nothing but routine, dawns comes once more Sunday morning, punctuated with the sound of the rooster crowing obnoxiously. Any light sleepers hoping for their rest to not be disturbed may find themselves disappointed. Though, if anyone should wish, they may feel free to try to fall back asleep.
But, maybe that time can be better spent wandering. It seems that some places may have mysteriously unveiled themselves. It might do well to check them out. Or not. How anyone chooses to spend their time is ultimately up to them.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
(OOC: Welcome to Week 2 of Ukimiya! Feel free to comment to the weekly top levels and thread as you like, and redeem coins at the wishing pool.
You can contact the sage with your pendants here, and the teishu here.)
The Challenge.
Despite how you felt about the trial, it's likely that some rest would be welcome after all that transpired. Fortunately, some of your fellow warriors have taken it upon themselves to provide a reprieve of sorts, if you'd rather not be alone.
As if the events of the trial are supposed to be nothing but routine, dawns comes once more Sunday morning, punctuated with the sound of the rooster crowing obnoxiously. Any light sleepers hoping for their rest to not be disturbed may find themselves disappointed. Though, if anyone should wish, they may feel free to try to fall back asleep.
But, maybe that time can be better spent wandering. It seems that some places may have mysteriously unveiled themselves. It might do well to check them out. Or not. How anyone chooses to spend their time is ultimately up to them.
You can contact the sage with your pendants here, and the teishu here.)
no subject
Materials for making cranes. I was bored and... [ he pulls out the chair and waves for kurosaki to take a seat before plopping himself down on the bed. ] Not like there are seven witches here for the wish making ceremony, so I made do.
[ i.e., he was trying to fold 1000 cranes. he has about 50 or so in the box. ]
no subject
To distract himself from thinking anything too endearing (and more importantly, to avoid looking at Miyamura too affectionately), he peers into the box, carefully pulls out a crane, and sits down while looking at it.
He's still smiling, of course. The important thing is he's trying here. ] With only one witch around you'd have to, huh? It might be a little less convenient, but I think it's... better. [ It's cuter. ]
What are you going to wish for?
no subject
For a year's supply of porn mags since this place is so boring.
[ he watches kurosaki's expression carefully at that. his smile is nice now, but usually when miyamura says something like that, people end up embarrassed or angry or both. no one smiles that nicely after.
but.
hm. now it feels like he's testing kurosaki - and he doesn't want that either. it feels kind of dirty in a way that doesn't sit well with him, so he drops his gaze and eyes the crane in the other boy's hand. ]
Or not. I'll tell you when my wish comes true.
no subject
Miyamura moved on, but he, uh. Kind of wants to comment. He's not sure if it's going to make the other boy uncomfortable though. Still shifting his eyes (and with a warmer face), he gently throws the crane toward Miyamura like it's a paper airplane. ]
If it were me... Instead of wishing for the porn mags, I'd rather have the real thing.
no subject
he catches the crane and throws it back at kurosaki, still grinning. ]
That so? [ miyamura's honestly not that interested in having the real thing, but knowing that jin is relaxes him a bit. he didn't realized they would share something like this. now he idly wonders if they shared other interests, too, and he just never cared to really notice before. ] Didn't think you'd have to make 1000 cranes to wish for that though.
1/2
That went over well!? He did it?! Why the hell didn't anyone tell him saying dirty shit would be this effective!! Also, look at that grin!! Tha-thump! ]
no subject
You would think so, right?! But for some reason, people don't like taking their clothes off! Not even at the pool! [ He doesn't know what he's saying and also he doesn't even wanna see some peoples bodies anyway but??? ]
no subject
[ you can look all you want and be as dirty as you please and it's all ok. everyone's happy - or happier not knowing. ]
But if you want the real thing, not like doing it in public is a requirement or anything. I'm saying you could probably get it without having to do anything special.
[ something along the lines of "you're cute enough" and "you can just be yourself" probably. ]
no subject
Anyway, he takes a seat and picks the crane back up from the floor. No need for it to get stepped on. For the first part, the bathhouse isn't bad either but, uh, yeah. He bets some people would throttle him for peeping?? Also, he mainly wants to peep on Miyamura anyway.
The last part, that "probably" isn't sinking in. ] By asking, you mean? I don't know if that will work.
no subject
You don't know it won't. Unless you've already tried, I guess. Have you?
no subject
... well, whatever. He. Could give it a try. He swallows hard and quietly whispers: ] Do you want to?
no subject
huh.
miyamura runs his fingers through his hair in thought. at the very least, he should properly consider his answer and not joke about like he usually would when he doesn't want to take things seriously. ]
I wouldn't mind. [ which doesn't yet answer if he wants to or not. ] Do you really want to, though? I told you I'm not that great.
no subject
It feels like a long time passes before he can bring himself to speak. ]
You seem like you do mind. [ It's no good if they're both tense, so he sighs. ] You know, you're allowed to say no to stupid requests.
no subject
he'd be happier living a carefree life without any worries, without being tied down by a boyfriend or a girlfriend. then again, he'd thought the same about having friends and look how that turned out.
miyamura sighs as well, brows furrowing the slightest bit. he does mind, yeah. but probably not for the reason kurosaki thinks, and it's frustrating that he has to put it into words for once. ]
No, it's not stupid. [ on the contrary, miyamura kind of envies kurosaki for his feelings. ]
Honestly, it's great. [ to feel that way. it's great that kurosaki had the courage to ask. it was great when yamada did the same with shiraishi. ] But if we tried, it would mean more to you than it would to me. I don't... think of anyone in that way right now.
no subject
By himself. By Miyamura. By that stupid paper, by all the advice he knew he shouldn't take but accidentally went for anyway. He didn't want to confess, not yet.
This.
This is exactly what he expected to happen and it feels so much worse than he anticipated. How—how does he go back? He wants to go back. ] Stop, please. ... please. [ Kurosaki can't bring himself to get to his feet and leave, so instead he sinks as low as he can in the chair and pulls his hoodie over his head. ]
i hate you :((( never tag me again
and if kurosaki is crying, miyamura's going to rip every copy of that damned paper into pieces and feed every little scrap to fire-chan. ]
Hey, no. [ he's never been rejected before either. even when yamada rejected him multiple times when he was charmed, he still brushed it off like nothing because it wasn't real. but kurosaki's feelings are real, and god damnit this is unfair. he doesn't know how to offer comfort for something he's never had to deal with. he doesn't know how to be gentle. and who the hell wants to be comforted by the person who rejected them in the first place?
he doesn't have the words for this, so he can only try. if not with words, then with other methods. like touching. he can do that.
he gets off the bed and kneels in front of kurosaki. not the best angle, but he's tall enough. at least this close he can grab kurosaki's hands and pull it away from his hoodie, his grip firm - determined. a slight tilt of his head has him peering up into the other boy's face, his own expression grim and a little exasperated. ]
I'm not done. This doesn't have to be it.
literally 17 comments ago you told me to tag you always, im getting some mixed signals here
Kurosaki's expression is about what you might expect. His face is red, his eyes are glassy, and there are a couple of wet spots on his cheeks. Regardless of how pointless it is to wipe them away now, he briefly does so.
Miyamura deserves better than this. Falling apart here is a bad idea, even if it's hard to help it. ] I—know. [ Said stiffly, awkwardly, and lacking in resolution. This is the point where he should disengage, for both their sakes.
But it... stings. Miyamura changed his world. He's just sorry he couldn't leave an impression on his. ] We can be friends, that's... fine. I'm fine with that. I am!
All I need is a little time. ... is that all right? [ For now, he tries not to think on whether they have time for him to heal his wounds or not. He puts everything else aside and starts to stand. ]
no subject
Not yet. [ he already said he wasn't done, and he's selfish enough to make kurosaki stay because of it. and this, this is something kurosaki should know anyway. maybe this is the bond thing he was hearing about earlier. ]
We can be friends for now. [ he squeezes kurosaki's hands as he says the last two words. ] But I. [ he swallows, looks down, then glances back up, willing the other boy to meet his gaze. ] I wasn't fair earlier. I haven't been fair, sorry. I thought you weren't looking at me clearly.
[ not a lot of people in school see him as he is, after all. and he still believes kurosaki needs to look closer. ]
But I never gave you the chance to change my mind, I guess. So... I promise to try and see you this time. All of you. [ he's already seen a little since they've arrived here, and he's ok with what he's seen so far. been surprised at times. found the other boy to be cute at times. he holds romantic feelings in such high regards that he can't just. let this fail without trying. ] That OK?
And if you still need time... yeah, that's fine.
no subject
This is good—probably. It feels like it should be fantastic, like a ray of hope shining down on a black abyss of despair. Everything's still a bit strained, though, and maybe it doesn't quite feel real yet.
Uncertainly, he casts his gaze onto their hands and it's hard to tell if he feels warm, or if the sight stings. A little of both, he thinks. His voice is still strained when he speaks but he doesn't want to wait. ] ... I don't think I've been fair to you either. I've been assuming a lot of things about you, things that might not even be true. Like how you've felt about everything happening here.
... Actually, when I came here I planned on asking you really felt about this place, but... [ But, well, this happened. He has no idea how Miyamura's been coping, not at all. For that, he's sorry. It may not be as big a gesture as what Miyamura did, but he gently runs his thumbs over what he can of Miyamura's hand. ] So... Can I make a similar promise? I want to learn about you, or at least learn what you want to tell me.
[ A beat. ] And I want to hold your hand whenever I feel like it. [ Another beat. ] Because I like it.
no subject
... though what he's saying probably isn't exactly what kurosaki wants to hear. the other boy is still crying, but there's not much he can do about that. he's trying. a little. he doesn't think he has anything in him to make this enough. and they're both still not happy, but a soft wave of (temporary?) relief eases over him slowly. does kurosaki feel it, too?
well, miyamura could wipe some of kurosaki's tears since he has the other boy's hand captive. so yeah, he does that. no reason not to. they're such easy tears for someone who appears to have a glass heart, but he knows a little better now. kurosaki's bolder than he thinks. still not bad. kind of fascinating, actually. ]
Yeah. [ a breath, not exactly a sigh. the smile lingers on his face, so it's not a bad sound. ] Yeah... Let's do all that.
[ holding hands is a new concept for him, but they're doing it now. it's not... hard. he can do it. he doesn't mind. he shifts his grip so that the hold is more natural, so that kurosaki's hand slots into his easily. not so hard, yeah?
he knows too that things might not work out, so hand-holding may be a bad idea in the long run. a small part of him thinks he should say no, but a larger part - a part that sounds suspiciously like leona - says he should stop underestimating kurosaki. ]
Let's just see how it goes. [ oh, and: ] Did you still want to talk about that other thing?
no subject
He likes being touched and he likes touching, which somehow comes as a surprise to him.
There's something he likes more, though: Miyamura's smile. Stupid as it sounds given how hurt he was a moment ago, he can't help thinking it's beautiful. ... Miyamura's beautiful period, really. As he thinks this, that tiny warmth in his chest spreads; not from receiving affection, but from wanting to give it. Hopefully one day he'll be able to give it a little more freely. For now, however, they're friends.
Friends allowed to hold hands, but friends all the same. ] ... In a while. [ Ah. He should try to get himself back into order and think this over.
... Which means letting go of Miyamura's hand. He gives it a shy squeeze as he tries to find the resolve to let go. It fails, naturally, and he smiles because. He's allowed to do this much now. ] I still need to think about some of the things you said, and I want to wash my face too.
But if you're willing, I'll come back to talk about it. Would an hour from now be okay?
no subject
he's been trying to sort out his own feelings about being here. letting bits and pieces slip just to gauge the reactions of the other prisoners, of the sage. is he ready to talk about it seriously with someone? not sure. but it's not like he's required to spill everything to kurosaki, and he's never been one to follow any rules but his own. so they can talk about it in an hour and he'll see how he feels then. easy.
and if they're going to be talking about more serious stuff later, he might as well get all the joke questions out now before kurosaki leaves. ]
So... before. [ he settles back, crossed-legged, in front of kurosaki's chair because well, the other boy doesn't seem to be letting go. ] Heh. When we were talking about wishes, what did you actually mean?
[ because miyamura sure thought it was one thing, but he has a feeling kurosaki was talking about something completely different. and then this mess happened. ]
no subject
Nothing much. I just thought it would be better to see someone strip live and in person than on paper. [ Wasn't that obvious?? ] What did you think I meant?
no subject
no subject
... hold on. Hold on! [ Wait. Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!! ] D-did you think that's what I was asking?
(no subject)
slowly adds warning for teens talking about dirty things... probs applies to the whole thread sry...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)