spinatalltale | [WEEK 5, SATURDAY POST-TRIAL: Akira]

[WEEK 5, SATURDAY POST-TRIAL: Akira]

[it's late. extremely late, well after Magilou has spoken to Lief and Lucina-- the only other two people on the island she wanted to see. honesty, some part of her debates just locking herself up in her hut for the night and not even bothering with Akira. . . she can still feel the frustration bubbling in her stomach, can still feel the way that fear freezes her heart in her chest and makes her want to throw herself into the ocean and never resurface. these emotions are so unfamiliar, and she still isn't quite sure how to deal with them beyond running]

[. . . but maybe, some distant part of her knows better. she hasn't run yet. she can't run now]

[she walks, hands linked behind her back, expression blank, down the dark beach towards where he stands. she sidles up next to him-- her approach isn't exactly quiet-- but otherwise. . . she says nothing, nor does she reach for him. not yet]

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[now she is wearing them and she looks cute! even though they are way too big for her face]

No. I didn't think so.

[tilts her chin up to return that kiss, but when they part--]

Watch where you're going, or else you're going to run us into a tree.

[s-so romantic]

Right. I might get distracted by this cute look. Even if they're still too big for your face.

[this is fine? apparently now that it's all over for him, he's just not holding back anything—akira at his most honest, even if that also means being stupidly flirtatious.

but he'll focus on getting back to the hut, anyway. it'll be nice to get inside and just... not have to worry about prying eyes or what have you.]

Eh. I think it's the fact that they are too big for my face that makes me look cute. Honestly.

[. . . at least she's settled down in his arms, and is now kind of. curled up against his shoulder?? this is fine. if he insists on carrying her, then she'll go along with it. she's already lodged her obligatory complaints]

Mm, that must be it.

[he doesn't argue it at all. she looks cute this way, he likes it, he has nothing to hold back now.

all that's left is what stands between them and their plans for this final night. the door to the hut. this is fine—akira's proficient and dexterous enough to handle it on his own.]

No takes-backsies once we step through that threshold.

[he's joking, of course. they could be midway through the deed and he'd stop if she asked him to, but he's giving magilou one last chance to back out before they do anything.]

[god he's respectful as hell, what the heck. maybe she wants to see him be a little disrespectful?? geez!!]

[she reaches out and plants her hands on his cheeks, smooshing them together. and then she releases his face, and leans in to draw him in for one last long, deep and very languid kiss that leaves nothing to the imagination]

[she's a bit breathless when she pulls away]

Stop stalling and open the door before someone sees us.

[she doesn't get cold feet]

[well, it's fine. this is absolutely fine; it's not like he really wants magilou to back out anyway. her kiss says it all, anyway. it's filled with so much feeling that it really can't be denied.

even if it does give him that pang in his chest as he remembers that what comes tomorrow will probably hurt the heart he's been trying to badly to mend. but there's nothing he can do about that but try to make it better once they've reunited.

for now? well, akira's a little breathless.]

Alright.

[and so he will, pushing the door open and kicking it closed with his foot; he'll carry magilou to the bed, and...]

(I spent a long night with Magilou, preparing for our final act...)

[definitely taking a page out of milla maxwell's favorite book, "men and women beneath the sheets."

nailed it.

literally.]

[she doesn't return to her own hut that night. honestly, there's no point, since Lucina isn't there. so when Akira awakens on Sunday morning, well before execution time, there's a nice warm presence curled up at his side!]

[. . . with her arm strewn across his face, I'm sorry she's like this Joker. also she's drooling? yeah, she drools in her sleep]

[gross]

[she's a mess]

[it's a good night. it's the sort of night they both likely needed, because things will sober up very quickly as the reality of their day sets in.

for now, she's a mess. but isn't he a mess, too? he wakes from likely the most sound sleep he's gotten in the last five weeks; even before taking a single life, he had been burdened by his role and the incentives that existed behind it. he's free of those burdens now, with everyone knowing what he did, there aren't many burdens left to bear.

save for dying and apologizing to the people who got hurt along the way.

he doesn't really expect an arm in his face. or the drool. but groggily, he just shifts to pull her arm down to a better position before pulling her close to him for the extra warmth. even if there's a little drool.

it's fine.

they've still got hours before they have to deal with the execution, so he just shifts in, pressing his lips to the top of magilou's head. she can sleep a little longer if she likes—she has the bigger burden of the two of them to bear today, after all.]

Guuuuuh. . .

[that sure is a groggy noise she's making as he moves her arm from his face and pulls her close. seems like him shifting next to her has woken her up from her own beauty rest]

[sorry about the drool, though]

Don't suffocate me in my sleep. . .

[she mumbles tiredly as she presses her face against his shoulder. she's tiiiiired, but she's also awake now, so just. give her a second to fully come to]

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I'm pretty sure that's what you were trying to do to me first.

[a cute mess of limbs. he doesn't seem very fussed by the fact that she's grumbling about this—maybe because he's already treasuring these moments he has that won't last for very long at all.

and yet.]

It's early, you can still sleep in a little longer.

Caught me. . . all part. . . dastardly plot. . .

[her words are muffled against his shoulder, her sentences incomplete as she tries to formulate thoughts through the haze of sleep. but the longer she's like this, the more she wakes up, and eventually she drapes one arm around his waist in a very loose return of that hug]

Ugh, no. Someone annoying already woke me up from my beauty rest-- there's no going back, now.

Well... you can rest more, we don't have to move yet.

[besides:]

I'm not much of a morning person, either.

[he's a growing teenage boy who likes to sleep until noon. so they can just stay like this a bit longer. akira wants to embrace it, especially now that they're conscious enough to get into a more comfortable position.]

...Are you warm enough?

[she hasn't really thought about what lies ahead of them, honestly. that her being awake means today is Sunday-- execution day. perhaps she's too tired? or maybe far too distracted by his inviting warmth, a stark contrast to how freakin' cold it is outside]

[she snuggles into him a bit more]

Eh. . . could be warmer. But I think I'll manage.

Mm. Stay close a bit more, then.

[he'll tighten his hold on her. the weight of this day has already settled in on him, but he's content to embrace his fleeting happiness before they address just what they want to do here.]

[lazily, she lifts her arm from his waist, draws her fingers up across his temple, right through the locks at his hairline. she marvels at the way they feel underneath her fingers-- soft and curly, like the fur of a cat's, and god she could run her hands through them all day if she had the chance. why is everything about him-- the way he tastes, smells, feels, that look in his eyes-- so damn addicting?]

[give her a moment, and all of these distracting things will eventually give way to reality]

Heeeey. . . where else would I go? It's not like we have anywhere to b--

[her fingers suddenly still against his head]

[. . . there it is]

[it doesn't stop him from leaning easily into her touch. it's not like she's the only one, after all, that's become entranced by the others.

he fell hard and quick, but he supposes that he's always been the sort to be like that.

but then, of course, she stops. her words stop, her fingers still, and akira realizes that the gravity of what this day holds is hitting her now.]

It's alright.

[he shifts, leaning in to kiss her forehead.]

We still have time.

[he's had every form of release he could possibly get—so now, it's his turn to support her before she has to carry this out.]

[her facial features contort into one of displeasure, and she buries her face in his shoulder again. mostly to hide that expression]

Time moves way too fast. Tell it to take a break for a little bit, hm?

If only Father Time was one of my Personas, I'd do it just for you.

[not that he can access his personas anyway.

he draws in a quiet breath, though, steadying himself. he has to, because this is hard enough on magilou as it is—

even though he doesn't want to this. even though he hates that he's going to put her through this after laphicet last week, and even though he really wishes he had more time with her like this too... he'll keep himself as calm and steady as he can.]

Take a break, time. [he says to a deity that isn't listening.] Though I guess we might both have more to say, since we didn't really talk last night.

[they let their bodies do the talking.]

[AKIHIKO SO SMOOTH]

[. . . also she like. pushes herself up and pulls away from him slightly to stare at him with a deadeyed expression, her bangs a complete and total mess around her face]

Who is Father Time?

[HELP]

[but she also knows that's not the important part of this, so. . . she flops back down again quickly, with a sigh]

What is there to talk about? I don't want to talk about feelings.

[gross!! let her shut them off before the execution, Akira]

A legendary representation of time.

[and it's not like he has any of the gods of fate or time on him either.

regardless, akira will shift so he can straighten her disheveled bangs just a little.]

I'll keep feelings out of it. [for her sake.

there are words that sit on his tongue that he elects not to say. not yet, anyway, because it's not the right time—not that there will ever be a right time, but it's fine.]

I have something to show you beforehand. And a request.

[things he would have done last night if they didn't just immediately go for The Sex. whoops!]

[LISTEN. . .! they knew what they wanted and they went for it, it's fine. why wait when he's about to die!!]

[at that, though, she pulls away to prop her head up in one hand. she catches his eyes with her own, brows raised curiously. she still looks pretty tired, but at least she's alert]

[she studies him for a moment, before. . . ah. cue a shit-eating grin]

Oh? And here I thought last night was enough.

[MAGILOU. . .]

[well, she wouldn't be magilou if she were suddenly different, right? it's one of the many things he's grown to like about her.]

I'm serious. [though he says it quietly, there's an amused tone to it. he sure showed her plenty last night!]

It was something I was going to do anyway, before this was over.

[but he has to like. move. in order to do that and he's liking being this close to her, so he's not in any rush yet.]

[. . . and here she thought her teasing would just get her another one of those smirks she both loves and hates so much. he's being so sincere!!]

[her own smile melts away into genuine curiosity]

What is it?

[she's like a curious cat herself, isn't she?]

...I have to get up to get it. [ugh, he doesn't want to move? though he'll gently shift her off him for a moment so he can go into the trunk with his other belongings in it and pull out what he needs.

and he'll return after a moment, crawling back into the bed (it's cold outside the bed? let them stay close and warm), with his joker mask in hand. he'll offer it to magilou without much in the way of fanfare—a quiet gesture.]

My mask. The mask of Joker, leader of the Phantom Thieves.

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