[ to repeat himself serves little to no purpose, but megumi ends up wondering it anyway: does it matter? he is not here to be known or recognized; he is not anywhere in time or place for such a thing. rather he exists on the stable anchor's curve of his sister's health and his long-lasting history with one gojou satoru. it is that the diamonds in his ears are blue, not zen'in green; it is that the books of stars in his room at any one of gojou's places are reliably from one or the other, with the rare outlier from the one called nanami. his world is small and that world exists in a much bigger marble of a thing the balance of which seems to oscillate in a way he does not care for but also cannot change.
i wonder if anyone in the world knows you at all.
it would not please sukuna to know satoru has already asked him this and that they both have spoken it similarly to him though at very different points in his life: the answer is no. perhaps not even himself, though at least one might argue that the self is often the last to be familiar because we can't help it. whatever the reason, it somehow has little bearing on megumi's answer, which, when he raises his head to glance up mildly, is the same soft-spoken neutrality as before. ]
How many people in the world know you?
[ how a question can be neutral, one would have to enact a conversation with megumi's tone incarnate. but somehow he manages, not stepping 'away' from sukuna's hand so much as stepping towards the elevator doors as they open.
a slight turn of his head has light catching on the blue in his ears as the green in his eyes, refracts the colors back into each other until they are casts of the originals. anything of sukuna's is neither impressive nor unimpressive. it is not like megumi has never been in the penthouse of someone with power and money; he is gojou satoru's ward after all. well. "ward". if anything bothers him now, it is how his own mind keeps returning to how satoru set this up despite asking him without asking: is this okay? does he not know him well enough now to understand? megumi who says 'no' day to day has done himself a disservice it may be, in that when it matters most, 'no' is not something in his wheelhouse, not in the position of one who may serve a purpose. how could he?
his preoccupation might do better to focus on the man behind him, but it is that distinct lack of fear in the ex-zen'in that keeps him from doing so. if the warmth of sukuna's hand at his back almost seemed to burn, well, no matter. and if the notion that he is not to be returned also felt too true than boast, well, he must handle that when it comes to pass.
megumi has a habit.
he tells himself things are fine. he tells himself things are fine. he tells himself things are fine.
it's fine.
outside, so high up, here is the delusion of touching the sky but megumi knows better than that.
no subject
i wonder if anyone in the world knows you at all.
it would not please sukuna to know satoru has already asked him this and that they both have spoken it similarly to him though at very different points in his life: the answer is no. perhaps not even himself, though at least one might argue that the self is often the last to be familiar because we can't help it. whatever the reason, it somehow has little bearing on megumi's answer, which, when he raises his head to glance up mildly, is the same soft-spoken neutrality as before. ]
How many people in the world know you?
[ how a question can be neutral, one would have to enact a conversation with megumi's tone incarnate. but somehow he manages, not stepping 'away' from sukuna's hand so much as stepping towards the elevator doors as they open.
a slight turn of his head has light catching on the blue in his ears as the green in his eyes, refracts the colors back into each other until they are casts of the originals. anything of sukuna's is neither impressive nor unimpressive. it is not like megumi has never been in the penthouse of someone with power and money; he is gojou satoru's ward after all. well. "ward". if anything bothers him now, it is how his own mind keeps returning to how satoru set this up despite asking him without asking: is this okay? does he not know him well enough now to understand? megumi who says 'no' day to day has done himself a disservice it may be, in that when it matters most, 'no' is not something in his wheelhouse, not in the position of one who may serve a purpose. how could he?
his preoccupation might do better to focus on the man behind him, but it is that distinct lack of fear in the ex-zen'in that keeps him from doing so. if the warmth of sukuna's hand at his back almost seemed to burn, well, no matter. and if the notion that he is not to be returned also felt too true than boast, well, he must handle that when it comes to pass.
megumi has a habit.
he tells himself things are fine. he tells himself things are fine. he tells himself things are fine.
it's fine.
outside, so high up, here is the delusion of touching the sky but megumi knows better than that.
and it's fine.
it's all fine. ]