[not the marshal icon i should have kept the chandras
This was maybe a weird idea, and of course Ryo was the instigator, and of course, Akira never LEARNS, and agrees. Ryo is so beautiful and wretched!!!
The moment angel Ryo emerges, a loud, instinctual buzzing consumes his brain. The urge to attack Ryo for some terrible, blood-thirsty reason. He shifts, but forces himself back into some restraint, grits his teeth to eat down the rising growl.
Very quickly, he turns and paces away a bit, antsy, clawed hands flexing. Alex is gonna be like y'all really out here destroying my hell like this because you're idiots.]
alex just "please go somewhere else" but unfortunately they are here now. ryo just watches akira walk, expression neutral, even though the emotion is very amused because it's not that difficult to try to guess what's going on. ]
[HELP ME THE ICON it is a good icon also SORRY i don't know what the fuck happened here i have been reading too much toxic gays lately i guess
Akira does not turn back or look at Ryo for a moment. The fuzz is still in the bottom of his brain, the lead of instinct at the base of his throat. What is he doing? He can feel the disappointed judgement of all the Ourans he had spent so long around. Normal, human. Regulated by the society he belonged to once. It was a struggle to fit in.
He glances down at his clawed, monstrous hands. It's been almost eighty years, but he still remembers when he had resigned himself, at first, to this place with Ryo. And here they are! And nothing has changed.
It didn't work--before--trying to win over Ryo with love because Ryo's love isn't the same kind. He isn't sure if he can love Ryo into complacency even now. Humans can't fathom the unyielding steel of biblical love. Watching and listening for loyalty and giving mercy only then. But still bestowing that love to anyone no matter what kind of person they are.
And does he want to do that? Soften Ryo? Isn't the terrible inhumanity of Ryo what makes them Ryo?
When he finally faces Ryo again, his hands curl into fists. The energy around him crackles, rising, eager and hungry. But there are two streams spilling over his cheeks, his neck, from his eyes.]
[ the sort of tone you'd expect from someone gently chastising a child, exasperated yet fond. they don't do much else for a moment, instead just focusing on looking at akira in curiosity. waiting.
and then they lunge forward, their arm moving to reach out to try to grab akira by the neck. they don't seem too concerned on whether or not they will be stopped from doing this. ]
[thinking about how they had sex and now they are fighting.
The tears still come because he can't stop them even after this long, not when his own regulated emotions coincide with those of someone else. His body tenses when Ryo lunges, the muscles becoming solid to brace for the impact without doing much else to stop it. He lets Ryo get him by the throat, face grimaced, and the two of them soar back over the island with his ankles dragging grooves into the ground.
He does put both clawed hands on Ryo's arms, though. Grips them with enough strength of it to sting. He may be a weenie about some things, but he's not a complete pushover.]
Do you want me to? [His voice is strained. He finally pushes his weight back against Ryo. A bit of stubborn resistance.] Change.
no. that was honestly one of the main issues they had, he thinks. ryo wanted them to stay together, their relationship untouched, but everyone else wanted akira to change. they wanted akira to do things differently than he had before, to go elsewhere, to expand to other horizons. ryo was perfectly fine with it being them as they always were.
it was just hard, considering the major disagreement that hung between them. ]
I love you they way you are. And the way you were. And the way you will be, Akira.
[ would ryo potentially hate how akira changes? yes. especially if those changes happen where ryo can't see it. but nothing will ever change these feelings. ]
[A surge of emotion bursts out of him at the words, amplifying the aggression he's already exerting against Ryo. The long tail whips behind him, wild, feral, and the wings extend to create a rebellious wind resistance.
It's stupid to want those words before, to think they would have changed anything about what happened. As if hearing those words would have somehow excused the things Ryo had done; they wouldn't. The untamed beast forced inside him rebels with a howl, overshadowing the trapped, eternal boy who would have gladly taken words like that from Ryo.
His grapple turns harder, and he twists, trying to fling Ryo over and away from him, not even considering his entire head may go with it, that he may even go with it regardless. Not out of disgust. Survival.
He wants to live (even if here, he won't exactly die).]
Mean what you say, Ryo! That we can change and still be here like this!
[ ryo tries not to laugh when akira throws him, easily going with the momentum. they slow down to a stop, and there is a surge of joy within them because even in a moment like this, it's still so exciting to do it with akira. is the atmosphere tense? yes. but at least it's tense together (please get therapy)
without hesitating any longer, ryo quickly goes to close the distance again, tackling akira. ]
What do you need me to clarify, Akira?
[ the tone is easy, like they're having a casual conversation over tea. ]
[The instinct in him makes him brace for the impact, and he grapples Ryo again when they collide. The two of them topple over, not onto the ground, but partially into the ground because they are stupidly overpowered.
Is this play fighting? Is this fighting for real? (please get therapy)]
That we both haven't changed!
[He makes an attempt to pin Ryo down - with everything, hands, legs, weight, tail. Ever tried to hold an angel? Yeah, exactly.]
[ well. it's probably best they don't fight for real or else the island might be blown up.
they just smile at him, but it's more of a contemplative smile than anything else, like they're trying to assess the situation that they're currently in. then their gaze shifts towards akira's hands, before they make an attempt to flip both of them over. ]
Have you changed, Akira?
[ after all, there are things ryo doesn't know about what akira went through during their time apart, much like akira doesn't know what ryo went through. ]
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This was maybe a weird idea, and of course Ryo was the instigator, and of course, Akira never LEARNS, and agrees. Ryo is so beautiful and wretched!!!
The moment angel Ryo emerges, a loud, instinctual buzzing consumes his brain. The urge to attack Ryo for some terrible, blood-thirsty reason. He shifts, but forces himself back into some restraint, grits his teeth to eat down the rising growl.
Very quickly, he turns and paces away a bit, antsy, clawed hands flexing. Alex is gonna be like y'all really out here destroying my hell like this because you're idiots.]
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alex just "please go somewhere else" but unfortunately they are here now. ryo just watches akira walk, expression neutral, even though the emotion is very amused because it's not that difficult to try to guess what's going on. ]
Are you ready, Akira?
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Akira does not turn back or look at Ryo for a moment. The fuzz is still in the bottom of his brain, the lead of instinct at the base of his throat. What is he doing? He can feel the disappointed judgement of all the Ourans he had spent so long around. Normal, human. Regulated by the society he belonged to once. It was a struggle to fit in.
He glances down at his clawed, monstrous hands. It's been almost eighty years, but he still remembers when he had resigned himself, at first, to this place with Ryo. And here they are! And nothing has changed.
It didn't work--before--trying to win over Ryo with love because Ryo's love isn't the same kind. He isn't sure if he can love Ryo into complacency even now. Humans can't fathom the unyielding steel of biblical love. Watching and listening for loyalty and giving mercy only then. But still bestowing that love to anyone no matter what kind of person they are.
And does he want to do that? Soften Ryo? Isn't the terrible inhumanity of Ryo what makes them Ryo?
When he finally faces Ryo again, his hands curl into fists. The energy around him crackles, rising, eager and hungry. But there are two streams spilling over his cheeks, his neck, from his eyes.]
Ryo...
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You're crying again.
[ the sort of tone you'd expect from someone gently chastising a child, exasperated yet fond. they don't do much else for a moment, instead just focusing on looking at akira in curiosity. waiting.
and then they lunge forward, their arm moving to reach out to try to grab akira by the neck. they don't seem too concerned on whether or not they will be stopped from doing this. ]
You really don't change much.
[ chastising. so very fond. a little eager. ]
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The tears still come because he can't stop them even after this long, not when his own regulated emotions coincide with those of someone else. His body tenses when Ryo lunges, the muscles becoming solid to brace for the impact without doing much else to stop it. He lets Ryo get him by the throat, face grimaced, and the two of them soar back over the island with his ankles dragging grooves into the ground.
He does put both clawed hands on Ryo's arms, though. Grips them with enough strength of it to sting. He may be a weenie about some things, but he's not a complete pushover.]
Do you want me to? [His voice is strained. He finally pushes his weight back against Ryo. A bit of stubborn resistance.] Change.
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no. that was honestly one of the main issues they had, he thinks. ryo wanted them to stay together, their relationship untouched, but everyone else wanted akira to change. they wanted akira to do things differently than he had before, to go elsewhere, to expand to other horizons. ryo was perfectly fine with it being them as they always were.
it was just hard, considering the major disagreement that hung between them. ]
I love you they way you are. And the way you were. And the way you will be, Akira.
[ would ryo potentially hate how akira changes? yes. especially if those changes happen where ryo can't see it. but nothing will ever change these feelings. ]
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It's stupid to want those words before, to think they would have changed anything about what happened. As if hearing those words would have somehow excused the things Ryo had done; they wouldn't. The untamed beast forced inside him rebels with a howl, overshadowing the trapped, eternal boy who would have gladly taken words like that from Ryo.
His grapple turns harder, and he twists, trying to fling Ryo over and away from him, not even considering his entire head may go with it, that he may even go with it regardless. Not out of disgust. Survival.
He wants to live (even if here, he won't exactly die).]
Mean what you say, Ryo! That we can change and still be here like this!
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without hesitating any longer, ryo quickly goes to close the distance again, tackling akira. ]
What do you need me to clarify, Akira?
[ the tone is easy, like they're having a casual conversation over tea. ]
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Is this play fighting? Is this fighting for real? (please get therapy)]
That we both haven't changed!
[He makes an attempt to pin Ryo down - with everything, hands, legs, weight, tail. Ever tried to hold an angel? Yeah, exactly.]
That we haven't changed at all.
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they just smile at him, but it's more of a contemplative smile than anything else, like they're trying to assess the situation that they're currently in. then their gaze shifts towards akira's hands, before they make an attempt to flip both of them over. ]
Have you changed, Akira?
[ after all, there are things ryo doesn't know about what akira went through during their time apart, much like akira doesn't know what ryo went through. ]