There Existed No Law In Sparring Within The Port Mafia, Just No Death. And Even Then, Forcing One To

there existed no law in sparring within the port mafia, just no death. and even then, forcing one to the brink of it was always discouraged and yet occurring at a frequency she'd suspect only due to her presence. they'd gotten too comfortable, too dependent on her ability that they mock the power of death, the meaning of it. they spit in its face with every unnecessary means of violence, of near - overkill for the sake of gloating. what was victory when it was not genuine, born for appearances and not in gravity ? if not for the research opportunities each injury provided, she would have outright rejected their demands to be healed — let them sweat, squirm, writhe under the power she wielded. but, he, demon prodigy — or so they say, having been slotted alongside him more often than she'd like, he'd become the source of her intrigue. and now he had her pinned, lack of that foolish hubris most of the members carried. it was different with him, his confidence was factual. and she could not break him.

short gasp escaped her lips from the impact, flat of her back hitting the mat with a dull thud and she could've fought back more, used the momentum to attack him anywhere else he wasn't paying attention to but instead she relaxed further, muscles softer under his touch. ends of her lips twitched, slightly curving at the ends. she made no effort to squirm under his hold, not even to test the extent of the pressure he maintained. it was a rarity to be in such a position and she would allow him the once - in - a - blue - moon chance to soak it in. “ mmm, valuable lesson. thank you. ” velvety smooth, octaves settled and balanced as she shifted under him comfortably, bending at the knee. magentas flickered towards the small cut on the side of his cheek from where her nails must've grazed him. “ you're bleeding, you know. or do you like it when it's something i point out ? ”

sparring with yosano had its advantages, at least when dazai was slammed into the floor, she'd have to pay special attention to him afterwards and tend to wounds she purposefully inflicted. it was interesting, and dazai felt he learned quickly what to expect when she huffed and blew a stray strand of hair from her face, shuffled her weight onto her back foot and breathed in before lunging for him. her timings were impeccable, and though her techniques weren't ground - breaking, dazai struggled in evading her advances and a few times had ended up sprawled beneath her before both retreated to their respective corners of the makeshift arena, only to begin again. no shame to be had in losing to her, humiliation would only serve as a greater deterrent and cause greater mistakes, and after all, this was for fun if nothing else.

⅋ @leventar, yosano akiko . . . “ too rough for you? ”

her voice swam into the forefront of his mind once the blow from the cement floor had subsided in waving over him, dazai peeled open his eyes to meet her gaze with lips pressed together, sparing a look to the wrists she'd pinned beneath her palms before tutting, and in an instant hooking a leg around her to turn the tides. in a swift movement, he had her underneath him with a roll of his eyes, one knee applying pressure just above her elbow, other hand mirroring her earlier position, her wrist in his palm and pressed to the floor. the press of the rest of her body had been weaker, almost as though she'd expected him to give up after taunting him ⸺ not likely. nothing to prove between them, but dazai would be a fool to let her walk away with so many victories under her belt. simply, he'd been waiting for the right time to strike, and yosano had provided the perfect opening. “ you shouldn't gloat until your opponent is fully incapacitated. that's just common sense. ”

thinking about revamping the elysian gv i had a year or so ago w a new server . hm

she knew he was looking at her, stared at him just as he stared at her but it was different here, in the way it shoved through the back of her spine and grabbed her, rattling her. vowed never to let another person affect her so deeply but lip fuckin' gallagher had slipped through the cracks, snaked into the confines of a tightly wound, strictly guarded prison, and infected her. this feeling was a disease, it would rot her from the inside out more than the cigarettes she kissed and she would let it.

skepticism in her gaze, brows furrowing when she caught that twitch of his lips — he thought she was stupid, he thought — “ hey ! don't fuckin' laugh, asshole. ” huffing and puffing, faux annoyance in her tone, the insecurity creeping. cared little for what he thought and yet cared so, so much it could eat her alive. teetered between the edge of fight or flight, tell him to forget everything. would he go running his mouth off to the next person that would listen for it ? word traveled fast in a shit town with nothing to look forward to.

lips pursed, as if she meant to ponder on his offer, as if she hadn't already borrowed a number of designer brands from the next town up. probably better not to get caught in them. “ she doesn't like me. ” was the first thing out of her mouth, not a pout but a statement of facts. “ sure she'd want someone like me gettin' all up in her shit ? ” brow lifted, free hand reaching out to grab him by the chin to face her. never learned personal boundaries, never learned space. affection in the form of hostility. “ not that i'm denyin', just sayin' ... i need to write like, four essays. some bullshit prompts an' shit about myself. sounds a lot like beggin' like a desperate freak. ” ivories bit down on her bottom lip as she glanced at his. “ 's a club pretty girls. smart girls. with money. networkin' and all that. ”

ground feels cold where he sits as hell freezes over. blinks at the brunette with a vibrant color streaked in her dark hair, replaying the way her lips move in his head to end with the conclusion that he's heard her correctly. mandy and his relationship is surface level in some ways, deep in others, all twisted and upside down. his life never has him feeling steady in his decisions, in his day - to - day, in every step he takes. the two of them together increases that, two unpredictable last names colliding and people crossing the street when they grow near. just out of caution. his thin lips quirk in an amused smile, stifled in the same way his chuckle is. loud noises scare the skittish cat.

"what kind of club?" it's a better alternative to the question that he almost asks: 'you? in a club?'

pries for information, sees the words that catch in her throat and are swallowed to burn in the acid that lays in the pits of her stomach. it's where most of her true thoughts go to die, he's learned. something about the damn milkoviches makes them rather choke than express. knows her too well, but barely through verbalized declarations, and more through his observations of what she places carefully between the lines. there's no bet with mickey, he'd put his next water bill on it. careful to keep his tone casual, his posture straightens and curves as he stretches his spine with his fingers clasped behind his head.

"you'd prob'ly fit into fi's clothes," he offers, his shoulders bobbing with a shrug as he slumps back against the wooden step. "she's always doin' interviews and shit 'cause she can't hold a goddamn job. could swipe some for 'ya when she leaves for work."

“ i'd rather not bleed. ” demoness's nose wrinkled, the thought of suffering the least bit more than she was obligated to a tiresome ordeal, bothersome, and highly unwanted. she would bleed for muzan, if he asked, but she'd bled enough. clawed enough in the name of survival. iridescents spanned over her, countenance softening, just the slightest. “ won't be doin' much bleeding if we're together, anyways. ”

@leventar / x

" bleed 'til you've run out of years, we must do what it takes to survive. "

updated my rules! under the cut so yall don’t need to search for it

IMPORTANT: i understand some people put deadlines on when they expect interactions, but i operate incredibly slowly if the expectation is on me to initiate. if we are mutuals, i have every intention of interacting with you both ic and ooc, it just takes me longer to write, and that could take up to several months. i try to make up for it with dash interactions ( e.g. liking your posts, commenting, sending memes, etc. ) i will not adhere to any deadlines as it makes me feel pressured, as if my time with my hobby is a job, and makes my reaching out to you feel inauthentic. if you feel it is taking too long, you are more than welcome to initiate interactions with me! i always reply, just slowly. interactions are a two - way street. i never ignore anyone on purpose, if i'm active on dash it's just because it's easier to be " brain - empty " and i'd want to provide a substantial, sensible response for you, especially if we're plotting. i'm also a big believer in building community, curating a space where it's fun to vibe on dash. doesn't necessarily mean we need to write immediately. <3 ty!