6 Works by DuskMonarch
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He refused to leave Akechi here to fucking die in the bowels of his asshole father's ship. He'd give anything. He'd beg, he'd pray, he'd switch places with him, he didn't care, just please, someone—
"I have the strength you seek, voleur de coeurs, but your heart is not yet prepared to hold me."
Agony pulsed from his temples and lanced down his spine, thorns lodging between every column. Fire seared through his veins, charring into his fingertips. He choked on smoke and ash in his lungs.
Akira dropped in time with the gunshots he didn't hear over the sound of his own screaming. His knees cracked against the ground.
He remembered this sensation.
This was so much worse than Arsene.
I say: "Watch me save him."
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"Arsene." Loki hitched his fanged greatsword on his shoulder. "God of Shadow." His voice lilted at the end, just shy of a question.
Akira smiled, because that wasn't true. It wasn't a lie, either.
"Loki," he returned, rather than admit he didn't know. Not his own dominion, and certainly not Loki's.
"What's your name?"
Not his title or god-name, the one mortals knew. The one that was more true than any epithet, and certainly not something his enemy should know.
"Akira."
"Akira," Loki repeated the name slowly, testing the sound. His voice dripped down Akira's spine.
Loki smiled, sharper than his sword, and Akira hoped it was because he enjoyed the taste of his name and not because he saw Akira tremble.
"And yours?"
Loki laughed, dropping into a crouch and ready to lunge, sword still indolently slung on his shoulder. "Why don't you try and deserve it?"
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- Part 1 of Become as Gods
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The bell rung above him, the last time for a long time—
"Huh... Kid, wait!" Sojiro held up a plain envelope from his stack. "This one's addressed to you." He flipped it around, squinting. "No return address, though."
He took the offered envelope, looking it over.
The handwriting…
Akira viciously smothered the hope, because it was impossible. No matter how similar it looked to case notes and essays seen in brief, upside-down flashes across the counter before his attention was drawn away by gloved hands wrapping around a coffee mug and the glint of wine eyes.
His heart beat a staccato rhythm against his chest despite himself, uncaring of how devastating this would be if he was wrong.
He slid his finger beneath the envelope's lip, gently tearing it open. Inside was a small piece of paper. It held one sentence, scrawled in blue ink.
'Hold onto my glove.'Series
- Part 3 of The Inherent Intimacy of Sleep
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"I'm… having trouble sleeping," Akira admitted lowly, kicking at a pebble beneath his shoe. "In general."
He glanced up as the silence hung a moment too long, ready for his dismissal, and saw an internal war taking place behind Akechi's eyes instead.
Finally, "Come with me." and Akechi turned on a heel and marched away.
Akira blinked, caught off guard. Akechi didn't turn to check Akira was doing as tasked, so sure that he would. Akira smiled fondly. Akechi's choice surprised him, but it was far from unwelcome.
He jogged to catch up, settling at Akechi's side. He didn't even think to ask where Akechi was leading him, just… content to be at his side again.
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- Part 2 of The Inherent Intimacy of Sleep
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He never fell asleep around other people. Especially not in a cafe attic that didn't even have a door, let alone a lock, with
the boy he was to killhis rival singing just feet away. People weren't safe. Kurusu wasn't, couldn't be, an exception.Goro's book fell from his hands into his lap. He barely noticed, lashes fluttering shut with the determination to stay that way. He tilted sideways, head far too heavy to hold up a second longer. His descent slowed by pillows until he was flat against the bed, the world fell away.
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- Part 1 of The Inherent Intimacy of Sleep
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He screamed his agony in time with the roaring thunder, felt his heart creak and break with each blinding-bright lightning flash. Tears did not fall with the rain. Perhaps he had ran out.
Perhaps crying meant accepting the truth.
He did not cry.