Jul 16, 2019 1:24:44 GMT -6
Post by Yuuki Ozaki on Jul 16, 2019 1:24:44 GMT -6
As always Sharaku was cutting right to the core of things. It was nice not to be on the receiving end of it for once. Mordred was practically getting torched by this roast. Ozaki's elation was short lived, however, as Mordred snapped.
It’d been years. But seeing that face, those eyes, threw him right back into his nightmares. He felt like a child again, facing up against an impossible power. Ozaki felt his body freeze up as pure unadulterated dread clawed at his heart and wrapped its steely talons around it. Then it was over. Yet Ozaki still found himself locked in place.
He’d been confident that Mordred wouldn’t kill him. If he was going to he’d have done it back then. Ozaki knew for certain that wouldn’t happen. The knowledge was one thing. This feeling was something else entirely. He couldn’t run away though. He shouldn’t. What good had running away all these months done? Everyone was leaving. Why were they leaving? Ozaki hadn’t really heard anything Mordred had just said. He’d just been lost in his mind for a second, split between the present and the past. Now Mordred’s words came into focus again.
That face… All that. Hadn’t been directed at him. It’d been… For him? He shouldn’t be afraid right now. But he couldn’t help the trembling of his hands which he did his best to hide by shoving them into his pockets.
Then Mordred’s reaction to the Pumpkin Spice. Ozaki was glad he had laced multiple gang member’s glasses with it now- as it still remained as a prominent flavor even after Mordred had mixed it so. Despite himself Ozaki began to laugh. Not quite the laughter of amusement, but of sheer nerves breaking through in the form of a laugh. Whatever the result of that… It was worth it. Just that look alone. HIs laughing became genuine for a moment before tapering off.
Right right… They should get to business. Sharaku could explain things… While that had been quite fun and made him feel a little bit less transfixed in terror, Ozaki still didn’t trust himself to speak yet.
It’d been years. But seeing that face, those eyes, threw him right back into his nightmares. He felt like a child again, facing up against an impossible power. Ozaki felt his body freeze up as pure unadulterated dread clawed at his heart and wrapped its steely talons around it. Then it was over. Yet Ozaki still found himself locked in place.
He’d been confident that Mordred wouldn’t kill him. If he was going to he’d have done it back then. Ozaki knew for certain that wouldn’t happen. The knowledge was one thing. This feeling was something else entirely. He couldn’t run away though. He shouldn’t. What good had running away all these months done? Everyone was leaving. Why were they leaving? Ozaki hadn’t really heard anything Mordred had just said. He’d just been lost in his mind for a second, split between the present and the past. Now Mordred’s words came into focus again.
That face… All that. Hadn’t been directed at him. It’d been… For him? He shouldn’t be afraid right now. But he couldn’t help the trembling of his hands which he did his best to hide by shoving them into his pockets.
Then Mordred’s reaction to the Pumpkin Spice. Ozaki was glad he had laced multiple gang member’s glasses with it now- as it still remained as a prominent flavor even after Mordred had mixed it so. Despite himself Ozaki began to laugh. Not quite the laughter of amusement, but of sheer nerves breaking through in the form of a laugh. Whatever the result of that… It was worth it. Just that look alone. HIs laughing became genuine for a moment before tapering off.
Right right… They should get to business. Sharaku could explain things… While that had been quite fun and made him feel a little bit less transfixed in terror, Ozaki still didn’t trust himself to speak yet.