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“So I’m to be bait,” Akechi says flatly. “You’re serving me up.”
Ren can feel the grin on his face, and he can’t stop it. “I gotta open the store tomorrow, I only serve coffee.”
“Absolutely idiotic. Why would I agree to that?"
Ren shrugs one shoulder and leans back against the movie theater wall, smiling. He’s feeling light on his feet right now. It’s been a bad day, but the end is nice. “Call it penance.”
“Penance for what,” Akechi says.
His smile stays where it is as he glances away for a moment, then meets Akechi’s eyes again. “Being yourself.”
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Summer vacation back in Tokyo was supposed to be two things: an exciting break from the mundanity of home, and a chance to see people he's missed so much it hurts. If he survives, Ren has good news for himself on both.
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ShuAke Week 2020 Day 2: Corruption / Masks / Games
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and cause a distraction?” Futaba says in his ear.
So Ren does.
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- Part 2 of shuake week 2020
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04 Dec 2025
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“Beloved,” Than breathes. Humming quietly, he adjusts his hold, so his hand is higher on Zag’s thigh. Than tilts his head, catching a kiss meant for his jaw with his lips. It’s a fleeting, lovely thing—there and gone so quickly Zagreus feels bereft. “Are you sure?” he whispers, a dangerous edge to his voice. “Do you know what you’re asking for when you plead for me to sate your hunger?”
Than and Zag have a rare moment to themselves.
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06 Oct 2020
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He's late, he realizes.
There's a lot of blood here, he realizes a moment later. Not the blackened stains of shades temporarily banished, but the dark-red and glistening of mortal blood, spattered in desperate arcs across the grass, staining the water where the River Lethe pools. Across the chamber, it shifts to a trail of blood, the imprint of bare footprints burned into the darkening liquid.
There. There, slumped with his back against a green-glowing infernal trove, an ethereal sword buried in his chest, a pool of blood slowly spreading beneath him—Zagreus, Prince of the Underworld, his warmth and light so faded that Thanatos didn't even realize he was still in the chamber.
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09 Oct 2020
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The fog won’t hurt him, that much is true, but it’s not exactly without effect. Zagreus feels it swirl around him, a hot dew that smells like grapes and honey and flowers and smoke and it tingles, a gentle numbing sensation sinking into his skin. He breathes in.
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09 Oct 2020