a winter labyrinth

[townmusician]

断ち切るしかないんだろ
注いだ冬は心のラビリンス
後戻りなんて出来ないから
やりきるしかないんだろ
黒い気持ちと手を繋いだって構わない
抱きしめたっていいh

I have to break free
This pouring winter is my heart's labyrinth
I can't go back anymore, so
I have to finish this
I don't care if you took my hand with dark motives
I want you to hold me close

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[townmusician]

[Haruka tweaks one of the tips of his pointed ears in revenge before he starts sitting up, his hand falling away.

The Shadow doesn't look too different from Haruka, except the look in his eyes is harsher.]

You don't have many days left.

[Might as well state the obvious, something they both know is coming.]

What if my art is more important than you? You understand how these things go, so you know that it might be a choice between you and my career.

[And cognitive snakes, apparently.]

[prozaic]

My art is more important than you, too. [He might as well admit it. It's the same for him, he likes Haruka, but his art... His art stands above everything.] I want my days to be filled with art, I want to act and dance again, to captivate an audience as myself, and as the role I play. [And murder someone to top it all off. But Haruka knows that.] You understand, don't you? Our art... stands above all. It consumes us, it's more than just the affection of people for each other.

[Pause for effect. He wonders... if Haruka, either part of him, feels the same. Ah well, whatever.]

But there's nothing about not having the art of someone else fill my days as well. If anything, ours are compatible enough to occupy a space and seem... harmonious.

[Haruka is moving away, but Shalem still tries one more time (12), just in case that was a rejection of that one form of intimacy and not him needing to actually leave. He presses his face against Haruka's belly, nuzzling. And moving down.]

[townmusician]

[...

He reaches down, tilting Shalem's head up to look him in the eyes. It's not a big secret that one of the things Haruka hates most about himself is that he's weak-willed and too desperate to make other people happy, that all he wants is to be wanted, and even with the worst parts of him at the surface that fact remains.

He strokes Shalem's cheek with his thumb.]

...Why don't we try out a collaboration? Maybe we could make something fun.

[is haruka down for murder....... he might be.....]

Combine our arts and see what happens.

[prozaic]

[Shalem smiles up at him, before tilting his head and kissing Haruka's palm.]

I'm amenable to that. Let us... make a lasting impression on everyone. Something that will stay with them forever.

[Now he places his hands on Haruka's hips, pushing his waistband down as far as it'll go.]

[townmusician]

Alright, sounds like a good play.

[They should have enough time, if they're quick... Nobody will notice them being missing, at any rate, with reality being what the Shadow wants, here, so he lets Shalem do as he pleases, toying with his hair all the while.]

I guess now you can have your "compensation".

[prozaic]

I wouldn't call this compensation, Haruka. More... The signing of an agreement for the future. A handshake, if you will. [Then he smirks up at Haruka, before tugging on him to pull him into his lap. Because of course, it would be a better position to do this, rather than Haruka just staying on the armrest.] A much better handshake.

[Much better and much more strenuous! Let's see if a Shadow can keep up with him, even if Shalem will not be giving him both at the same time.]