I think we should put more emphasis on how Akutagawa's love is killing him. Descriptions of his feelings for Atsushi should draw from death imagery more. Atsushi's smile is devastatingly beautiful to Akutagawa. His laughter is lethal. Atsushi's touch feels scorching hot. When he's near, the air around becomes unbreathable. He hugs Akutagawa, and Akutagawa feels like his bones are being crushed under those new and overwhelming feelings. Akutagawa drowning in Atsushi's eyes, sinking in his embrace. Akutagawa's love for Atsushi is piercing, painful, Akutagawa's heart is wounded and bleeding. Akutagawa is smitten. All contributing to represent how Akutagawa's love for Atsushi is going to be the end for him. And it was! And he is doomed by his very love, by his very ability of feeling human emotions. Akutagawa's love for Atsushi is going to be the reason he dies.
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Everytime I finish another companions quest I come back to the same rage in my body about Wyll and his lack of closure. Shadowheart can have a whole dungeon and so can Astarion to face their abusers, Gale can tell off Mystra and Laezel can start a whole revolution against Vlaakith after Karlach kills gortash yet mizora gets to sit pretty right outside of Wylls tent tormenting him because…. oh well the only reason we have here is so that the player can fuck her 👍 got it thanks wonderful way to handle the only black companions story /s 👍 oh and btw even in the added epilogue mizora is still alive so that’s awesome 👍
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don’t expect me to be over this anytime soon
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They ate in silence, a quiet peace settling over him, observing the plate and the cups of wine between them where they sat, half-dressed in the darkened palace kitchens, although while it was easily one of the best meals he’d ever had, it was hard to focus on anything but her, the way the candlelight danced in her eyes, and the perfect line of her collarbones, glimpsed through the dipping collar of her dressing gown where it had slipped open.
His throat felt suddenly parched, and putting his fork down, he was about to reach for his cup when Makino touched his wrist, stopping him.
Shanks didn’t move, his gaze fastened on the small hand, pale against the darker, rougher skin of his, before lifting, finding her dark eyes anchored in his, her soft mouth darkened by the wine.
A heartbeat passed; Shanks felt the pulse through his whole body, and before he knew what he was doing, he'd moved.
Shanks and Makino in a gentle conquering , chapter 3 of Tideswept by the incomparable @missmungoe
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