@sys_AO1 [Takumi isn't left-handed, so slicing his own neck turns out to be a hassle. This body has become far too numb to feel ours. It will be reborn alongside theirs, as it should be.]
@sys_AO1 [The Infuser leaves AO1's neck with a jostle that almost gives him lifelike motion. Its remaining coating of blood brushes over Takumi's neck. There is reassurance in the fact it will mingle with his own.]
@sys_AO1 I could absorb you, [he whispers; an admittance, a secret.]
[...Then, there would never be suffering, between us. Never again.]
[His own Infuser is recovered. With it, he severs what is left of another's mark on what should be his.]
@sys_AO1 [He breathes out. With the last of the air in his lungs, all emotions, all turmoil exit him. He leans down, forehead nestled against theirs.]
[When he breathes again, what enters his body is love. It is all that he needs.]
@sys_AO1 [Her Infuser is an offending sight, still lodged into flesh. Takumi rips it out with bitterness, discarded in the fire behind them to rot.]
[His fingers dig into soiled blood. Its warmth is not for him. Is it truly worth another failure? And another? And another? And another?]
@sys_KR1@sys_AO1@NozomiPoisoner [...It should have ended without casualties. It was far too late for that, now. He spares Sumino a single glance, as if daring.]
[And the Reaper raises his damning left hand. His katana manifests, perfectly positionedโ trained, practicedโ to crack into the plating of her heart.]
@sys_KR1@sys_AO1@NozomiPoisoner [His fingers grasp numbly into fire, as if held gently in a cusp. ๐๐ต'๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐๐.]
[It opens once more. AO1 is unceremoniously shoved through to the other side. Beyond that, he cannot bear so much as a glance.]