it takes that easy voice, without any struggle, without any wish to argue back, embracing with acceptance those foolish words of his that yes, rei sakuma is a monster, has always been one, will die one. it couldn't be the farthest thing from the truth, hard and cold and lonely, because so often it feels like koga oogami is the only one who can see it, who still sees it. sometimes it feels like the past year has never happened, the rei sakuma he knew once upon a time is only a figment of his imagination and all the people that knew of him and knew him have forgotten all about that man, great and handsome and enchanting, a man who would so easily steal the audience's breath away with his voice and guitar and skills. it's as though that rei sakuma has never existed, and yumenosaki academy has accepted the vampire, the monster into their lairs without a question or a worry.
but not koga oogami, never koga oogami.
he remained the only one to deny this person, this stranger, someone who wears the skin of a man he once loved above all and everything and pretends to be him, every and each day, over and over, and ever since koga has refused to ever address this anomaly by the name of the person who has always been human in his eyes. human, not a monster, not whatever this stranger thinks he is. whatever the world forced him to be.
koga oogami is a stubborn boy, sometimes more of a strength than a flaw. even if he has to fight the entire world, he'd carry the burden on his shoulders and wear the responsibility to make rei sakuma remember who he truly is.
human. human. ]
... That's not—
[ yet he has lost all credibility to argue back on this, has he not?
even koga himself knows, words that would fall flat no matter what opinions of his he attempts to defend. it's infuriating, as much as it's painful, as much as it stings in his chest and stirs in his stomach, that this here is naught but his fault, his mistake, something he'll have to live with and carry for however long it may be. something that will haunt him in the back of his mind every time he closes his eyes until he can put that proud, lone wolf façade to the side and say i'm sorry.
he grits his teeth in frustration, in opposition to rei's words, in the rebellion that seems to always go wherever he goes. what a foolish, idiotic idea. he clicks his tongue and searches within his pockets for a spare pair of gloves, thrown at rei without much of care for where it hits, his face or shoulder or leg or doesn't hit him at all.
(it'd be ironic, how it suddenly seems as though there's a distance between them that koga never wished for it to exist.) ]
... Shut up. I'm not leavin' you here all by yourself. You're too damn useless and would probably just end up dead the moment I walked away.
[ regret and guilt paint the tone of this wolf's voice, and weight heavy on the way he brings himself to the passed out monster's lower half, tail in between his legs. he will not apologize here, may not apologize until much later, but his demeanor spells it out with ease, a transparency that confesses to koga's dishonesty.
dogs can't speak, after all. they'll show their regret with soft whining, lower ears and, ah— a tail between their legs, isn't it? ]
I'll get the tail, you get the torso. We'll bring this one back to the city. A two-man job's easier on both of us, but ya sure you up to the task? It's gonna be a pain in the ass for me if you pass out too.
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Date: 2019-07-08 02:55 am (UTC)dammit.
it takes that easy voice, without any struggle, without any wish to argue back, embracing with acceptance those foolish words of his that yes, rei sakuma is a monster, has always been one, will die one. it couldn't be the farthest thing from the truth, hard and cold and lonely, because so often it feels like koga oogami is the only one who can see it, who still sees it. sometimes it feels like the past year has never happened, the rei sakuma he knew once upon a time is only a figment of his imagination and all the people that knew of him and knew him have forgotten all about that man, great and handsome and enchanting, a man who would so easily steal the audience's breath away with his voice and guitar and skills. it's as though that rei sakuma has never existed, and yumenosaki academy has accepted the vampire, the monster into their lairs without a question or a worry.
but not koga oogami, never koga oogami.
he remained the only one to deny this person, this stranger, someone who wears the skin of a man he once loved above all and everything and pretends to be him, every and each day, over and over, and ever since koga has refused to ever address this anomaly by the name of the person who has always been human in his eyes. human, not a monster, not whatever this stranger thinks he is. whatever the world forced him to be.
koga oogami is a stubborn boy, sometimes more of a strength than a flaw. even if he has to fight the entire world, he'd carry the burden on his shoulders and wear the responsibility to make rei sakuma remember who he truly is.
human. human. ]
... That's not—
[ yet he has lost all credibility to argue back on this, has he not?
even koga himself knows, words that would fall flat no matter what opinions of his he attempts to defend. it's infuriating, as much as it's painful, as much as it stings in his chest and stirs in his stomach, that this here is naught but his fault, his mistake, something he'll have to live with and carry for however long it may be. something that will haunt him in the back of his mind every time he closes his eyes until he can put that proud, lone wolf façade to the side and say i'm sorry.
he grits his teeth in frustration, in opposition to rei's words, in the rebellion that seems to always go wherever he goes. what a foolish, idiotic idea. he clicks his tongue and searches within his pockets for a spare pair of gloves, thrown at rei without much of care for where it hits, his face or shoulder or leg or doesn't hit him at all.
(it'd be ironic, how it suddenly seems as though there's a distance between them that koga never wished for it to exist.) ]
... Shut up. I'm not leavin' you here all by yourself. You're too damn useless and would probably just end up dead the moment I walked away.
[ regret and guilt paint the tone of this wolf's voice, and weight heavy on the way he brings himself to the passed out monster's lower half, tail in between his legs. he will not apologize here, may not apologize until much later, but his demeanor spells it out with ease, a transparency that confesses to koga's dishonesty.
dogs can't speak, after all. they'll show their regret with soft whining, lower ears and, ah— a tail between their legs, isn't it? ]
I'll get the tail, you get the torso. We'll bring this one back to the city. A two-man job's easier on both of us, but ya sure you up to the task? It's gonna be a pain in the ass for me if you pass out too.
[ ... ]
... You ain't sturdy like them, after all.
[ because rei sakuma is human, not a monster.
human. ]