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[ vii. the chariot. ] ( & so the darkness spoke —yes, but you listened. ) i am tired of this, comes the first thought, fatigue overwhelming your body as the adrenaline leaves your veins. war is far too a familiar concept to you, constant noises of blades hitting each other filling the heavy air. the neverending battles hardened a tired self long ago, so why-- a foreign sense of dread that looms over your form, creeping up your spine ever so slowly as if to taunt you. this stranger you’ve found yourself battling against-- you’ve no idea who he is or his motives-- the only thing you know is that he needs to be stopped. so y

 { please listen. } [ v. the hierophant. ] ( our nights have grown so long, now we beg for sound advice; let the brokenness be felt ‘til you reach the other side. ) i. he is changing. from the start, you had never imagined working with a deviant-chasing android, much less consider him a friend. it was strange at first-- the way he sat so politely, his awkward attempts at small talk, his intent stare when he asked questions you weren’t quite sure how to answer. late nights in the station were common; you never minded them much, but ever since connor’s arrival, they’ve become surprisingly pleasant. in the times tha

i. iwaizumi isn’t fond of the first day of school. it’s always the same thing: introduce yourself to the class and share something interesting. he tries to come up with something good, he really does. --except he finds little fascination in his life, which means no one else would find fascination in it, either. so when it gets to oikawa’s turn, like always-- “i’m captain of the volleyball team!” the dumbass doesn’t even introduce himself anymore because everyone knows him. can’t miss a loudmouth like that, iwaizumi thinks. while he tries to not roll his eyes, he forgets it’s his turn.

“i heard he killed someone.” “there’s no way our principal would let him come to our school if he did, dumbass. i heard he--” yeah, yeah. akira kurusu stabbed someone. akira kurusu punched someone in the face. endless rumors. no one really knows what he did-- the only thing people know is his name and the fact that he has a criminal record. other than that? nothing. he keeps to himself most of the time. he’ll answer when called upon, go to the library and study diligently, just normal things-- but he’s usually alone. you feel a little guilty, but you definitely know that he has a record for somet

 { please listen. } [ ii. the high priestess. ] ( tragedy is sewn into your soul, darling, no matter how bright your halo glows, or how high your wings take you, you will always, eventually, fall. ) i. you’ve lost it all-- but you never had it in the first place, did you? born with a false sense of purpose. fighting for something that died long ago. a widespread illness that barely misses her, but captures her allies. chaos feeds on despair. the androids begin attacking her. ( you killed the very ones you trusted. you were meant to protect the ones you loved, not destroy. ) ii. system error: virus detected. proposal: remove immedia

[ xix. the star. ] ( was it a long journey? did it take you long to find me? ) i. nine a.m. and he’s sleeping soundly by your side, fingers loosely tangled with yours. raven locks messy and disheveled, breathing calm and steady. it’s rare that you find yourself drowning in such solace; mornings with shishio are usually him rushing around in the early hours before work. he’s always frantically trying to wake himself up, quickly drinking his coffee before waiting for your usual goodbye kiss. but thankfully, he’s able to rest today. you can tell how passionate he is about teaching-- how much he cares about his student

 { please listen. } [ ix. the hermit. ] ( come out, come out to the sea, my love and just drown with me. ) i. would you die for with me? the first time he says that, he laughs. his voice dramatic, his tone joking. “to die with someone so beautiful,” he exclaims, a bright smile on his face, “would be an honor.” your first impression of dazai burns itself in your memory. ii. you don’t like pain, so you ask for a mindless death. ( why? ) you’ve never forgotten those words after all these years. even if it had slipped from your memory, he never lets you forget. you first thought it to be some strange jo

[ xx. judgement. ] ( nothing short of perfection you'll be, be reborn into your wildest dreams. ) i. forget who you are, coward. you're not innocent anymore, your hands tainted with crimson, lips curled with menace. they won't recognize you, the little girl with rosy cheeks and blossoming smiles. there are marks on your body that you aren't proud of, an empty gaze that meets your reflection. ( poor child, you've met a terrible fate, haven't you? ) ii. there's an echoing loneliness in your chest, a blistering storm. you're afraid and curious and all these stares make you want to leave, but you're reminded that you've lost your home long a

[ vi. the lovers. ] ( i held an atlas in my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered, where does it hurt? ) i. his lips like heaven, his body like home. ( to love ) he loves you with everything he has. lips on yours in a fervorous kiss, hands running up and down bare skin. you shudder against him, breathless and wanting. your hand reaches for his in the moonlit darkness, just as it always does in the intimate moments where his name leaves your lips in desperation and yearning. ii. pieces of you. ( to lose ) he likes feeling your skin against his. your back pressed to his chest, hair disheveled and clothes thrown careless

𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. it’s happening again, he thinks. just as it always does. you’ll come back into his life another time– a fourth time, no– maybe this is the fifth time. his memories blur and the only thing he can truly remember is the ache that settles deep within a patient heart. you’ll come back into his life and you’ll be just as you always were– bright, wondrous, loving. he’ll fall in love again and so will you. but this time, he knows, you will not choose him. because you forgot. you forgot laughing in his arms, you forgot the fir