Week 4

[thecastle]

Week 4

Sunday - Thursday

You've lost four in the past week—Machias, Vanitas, Natalia and Edna. Just in time for the fourth week to roll around, for those of you who are superstitious. But it really isn't like you could forget that death is a common occurrence in this castle, whether you believe in legends or not. Some of you might find solace in the chance to recuperate and move on, if you're still up for companionship with your fellow warriors.

Either way, dawn is soon upon the castle and like it or not, you will all have to face whatever comes this week.

Like before the pattern repeats itself, with new areas revealed for you to explore. It may be that something worth discovering lies in wait to be found, or you can simple enjoy the new additions for what they are. Distractions are most likely welcome, regardless of your feelings of the past week.

SURVIVING WARRIORS: 21

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[tangas]

[ he shakes his head and stubbornly keeps the wallet held out. he still doesn't like this incentive, but at least kurosaki casting doubt on its legitimacy makes him feel less... angry about everything. not enough to quell all his worries, but he only feels like punching things a little bit, as opposed to a lot. ]

No. This Miyamura guy seems kind of important to you. [ and apparently enough to joke a little, though his tone falls flat. ] Keep it. That picture of him as an ugly brat is kind of cute if you squint, too.

[ besides... everyone else is probably keeping their item. jin should keep his, too. ]

[hoodini]

The most important person, apparently. Funny how that what happens when you love someone. [ If Miyamura wants to joke, he's going to have to suffer the consequences. Saying "I love you" rather than "I like you" to Miyamura's face is too tough; this way is easier. A similar sentiment with less gravity.

Unwilling to meet Miyamura's gaze, he glances away and takes the wallet. If he has to take something from it... He opens it and takes the ID before nudging the wallet back. He really believes Miyamura should have the picture, it has to mean a lot to him. Especially here. ] Anyway, if you're insisting... I'll take the more up to date picture. He's cute either way, but I think I'm more comfortable with this one.

sTOP

[tangas]

[ guh. c-c-critical hit!! this is the second time in the last couple of days. that's too many times in a row. miyamura accepts the wallet, if only to use it to obscure part of his flushed face. it's really tempting to smack himself on the forehead with it, too. (like, damn, he's a fucking moron.)

good thing kurosaki's looking away again.

but what can he even say to that? it would be an insult to the other boy to return the sentiment when he, uh, doesn't feel that way - yet? yet. he could say "i like you," but that feels scummy, too. he's an asshole, but he won't stoop that low. fuck, ok. ]

I - well, the guy he's dating is even cuter, so lucky him. Not really a contest here.

cant stop wont stop

[hoodini]

[ "Even cuter," "lucky him." And Miyamura means it, really means it. It's more than he expected to hear and he doesn't try to hide the smile lighting his face. Just smiling doesn't feel like enough, though.

He flicks his gaze to Miyamura's face—then the wallet. Ah! That!

Carefully, he presses a few of his fingers onto the wallet and holds it against the other boy's lips. Then, he gently kisses the other side. They haven't kissed yet; while this might be a reason to, he wants to save it for a better time. Like later tonight, if Miyamura's mood improves. ]

They're both lucky—the luckiest. [ Thanks for giving him a chance, Miyamura. ]

spoilers I'm the victim this week it's me and mandee is the killer #plzavenge #lynch

[tangas]

[ ?!?!?!?!

the wallet drops.

his heart stops, from shock? from embarrassment? from awe? hell, he doesn't know, but there's a definite, lingering pause between one beat and the next. a moment where he holds his breath, waiting for - something. that's enough time to turn his face from pink to a burning crimson. enough for his legs to feel - just for a second - like they're giving out, weak and too weightless for the rest of him.

it takes him a while to recover. for a couple of seconds, he just stands there, red and stunned and looking like he's been cheated.

then he finally, finally drops to a crouch, arms bridging his knees. he buries his face there because he's dead. he's died and experts are still debating whether the cause is cute overload or an overdose of embarrassment. and no, he's not going to come out. he needs more seconds. at least a hundred of them. ]

Jeez, unfair... [ muttered under his breath, tone tormented. ]

ill happily be lynched if it means going to the gy with you ♥

[hoodini]

[ This is literally the most amazing thing he's ever seen!! He has no idea what's even happening as he watches it happen, all he knows is he started it and Miyamura is crouching on the ground and it's amazing??? He had no idea Miyamura could even be this embarrassed.

He did this?? Him?

Oh. Oh no?? What is this swell of pride forming in him? Is this what it's like to be confident? This is great, no wonder people have confidence! Best feeling, do recommend!! Except now he's going to be completely incorrigible and impossible to control. Especially because Miyamura looks really cute on the ground, huh...

No, no, that can be saved for later. He sits down right next to his cute boyfriend, drops his hands to his own knees, and leans against Miyamura's side, heart aflutter. Nothing to see here, just two teenagers hanging out on the floor. No big deal. ]

abort abort don't lynch

[tangas]

Jeez. [ again with emphasis, as though that's the only word he remembers at the moment. his brain's barely working; absolutely no thoughts are spared for anyone but the boy next to him. well, it's only naturally for him to be disoriented after that killing blow. how's he supposed to care if the room is deserted or not?

eventually, he turns his head just so, peeking up at kurosaki from the safe shadows of his arms, face still half obscured by the sharp corner of his shoulder. he stares for a long, long moment. that damn cute expression on the other boy's face. fucking unfair. what a little sneak.

but... just watching kurosaki causes a puff of warmth to bloom somewhere in his chest, between the heat he feels and the thump-thumping of his heart, still going strong now that it's going at all. it returns some of the strength to his knees, steadies him so the embarrassment and shock can coalesce into something more fond, more manageable.

his interest hasn't been piqued like this in a while though. man. what a guy he's dating. ]

... You know you can't just get away with doing something like that.

no take backs!! dont read this tag ok

[hoodini]

[ O-oh. Oh. He takes that back. The best feeling isn't being confident, it's this. This little tingle racing through him, this uncertainty that's equal parts nerve-wracking and thrilling. He has a very vague idea of what Miyamura's planning here, but the specifics are a little less clear. Which is fine by him, it actually makes his heart beat that much faster. This excitement, interest, worry, and anticipation might be too much for him to take.

With trembling fingers, he grabs hold of his hood and pulls it down over his face. If he doesn't, he's afraid his eyes are going to betray him. Miyamura doesn't need to know exactly how interested he is in what he just said, right? Right. He barely trusts his mouth here but he can't stop it anyway. ]

I-I d-didn't— [ A hard gulp. ] —Y-yes. O-okay! Got it!

[ He's a bit of a mess, but he reaches out so he can grab Miyamura's hand regardless. Let's go, please! ]... Please.

[tangas]

[ he picks up the wallet and slides it into his back pocket first. can't go forgetting this. then he's on his feet, pulling kurosaki up and with him. but god, once they're both up and standing so close, it's tempting as hell to just lean in and steal a kiss. they're near enough in height that it would be so, so easy. no bending involved. wouldn't have to lean much at all.

but. he probably wouldn't stop at just one. so. that would be a problem, yeah.

he swallows once, hard. fifteen minutes ago he was ready punch away his anger, and now he wants nothing but to kiss kurosaki senseless. or kiss the sense back into both of them. what the hell are they doing still standing here anyway? ]

Yeah? Yeah. [ another swallow and a deep breath. ] Right, let's go.

[ with that, he briskly drags them out of the great hall. back to their room, right now. right away. asap. for forever. ]