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[Let's sleep - and Akechi wonders if Maruki recognizes the all too real possibility neither of them may wake up. That vines could strangle them under the weight of their secrets - it's not as if anything grand was stated here. Nothing new. Nothing truly unknown.
They could sleep. They could die. Akechi isn't upset at the possibility.
We'll dream together - he doesn't want that.
The collar of Maruki's shirt is the last thing he sees. The haunting thought of sharing some shitty, sentimental illusion is the last thought he has.
And when he dreams -
He sees a whole world open up - a mountainside bathhouse, a car ride up to it, flashes of popup cafes with limited edition drinks, Akechi swatting a hand trying to ruin his picture of it.
But it's suffocating. Worse than the nothing that normally fills his mind. More agonizing than a noose.
He craves it anyway. Grasps it anyway. Rips the dream back, even as his eyes crack open in the dead of night, with his own wheezing breath choking him. He drags the dream back throughout, even when he's awakened by coughs and gasps of someone under him. He doesn't remember laying here and-
He doesn't care. If they die, they die. Maruki can move. Leave. Talk. Find someone to spill his guts to.
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They could sleep. They could die. Akechi isn't upset at the possibility.
We'll dream together - he doesn't want that.
The collar of Maruki's shirt is the last thing he sees. The haunting thought of sharing some shitty, sentimental illusion is the last thought he has.
And when he dreams -
He sees a whole world open up - a mountainside bathhouse, a car ride up to it, flashes of popup cafes with limited edition drinks, Akechi swatting a hand trying to ruin his picture of it.
But it's suffocating. Worse than the nothing that normally fills his mind. More agonizing than a noose.
He craves it anyway. Grasps it anyway. Rips the dream back, even as his eyes crack open in the dead of night, with his own wheezing breath choking him. He drags the dream back throughout, even when he's awakened by coughs and gasps of someone under him. He doesn't remember laying here and-
He doesn't care. If they die, they die. Maruki can move. Leave. Talk. Find someone to spill his guts to.
All Akechi wants to do is sleep.]