[ the spring had always been his favorite seasoning. the promise of new beginnings. fresh flowers, high hopes, leaving the darkness and cold that is winter. it had also been his mother's favorite season, too, and she always had fresh flowers around the tiny apartment, even though they couldn't afford much else. while some aspects of her faded with time, the little things stuck to akechi, even through the darkness, and reminded him of a better time, of what his life could have been.
it's spring, and he can't help but look out the window of his tiny apartment with a twinge of guilt. it's been two and a half very long hours already and he's certain that it'll all be worth it - to see shido suffer, to avenge his mother - but .. but it's been taxing. he had started out angry, bitter, shutdown, but... but he was starting to honestly wonder if this was the right way to go about things. if this was the only way. was there a life beyond this? beyond playing puppet to a man he hated?
sometimes, he lost himself in a world where he was a writer, not a detective and tv personality. a world where all he cared about was reading books, writing them, and talking to akira. because akira, while a newer friend he happened to meet on a website forum over conspiracy theories on a certain book series, was beginning to change his mind about a lot of things. not everything, of course, but ... but akira's sheer presence, his sassy texts...
@fiftyfour; spoilers & au style
it's spring, and he can't help but look out the window of his tiny apartment with a twinge of guilt. it's been two and a half very long hours already and he's certain that it'll all be worth it - to see shido suffer, to avenge his mother - but .. but it's been taxing. he had started out angry, bitter, shutdown, but... but he was starting to honestly wonder if this was the right way to go about things. if this was the only way. was there a life beyond this? beyond playing puppet to a man he hated?
sometimes, he lost himself in a world where he was a writer, not a detective and tv personality. a world where all he cared about was reading books, writing them, and talking to akira. because akira, while a newer friend he happened to meet on a website forum over conspiracy theories on a certain book series, was beginning to change his mind about a lot of things. not everything, of course, but ... but akira's sheer presence, his sassy texts...
it was all a start. ]