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Asahi Brutus
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I came back from Super Hell, and all I got was this lousy get-along-shirt
[Maybe it was his exhaustion, maybe it wasn’t. Kieren’s presence was comforting.]

Somehow, I am unsurprised.

[There was a soft little snort. He glances at the discarded clones.]

You’ve been busy, I see.
December 13, 2025 at 3:03 PM
I have, but it never works out the way I need it to.
December 13, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Deeply exhausted, unable to sleep.
December 12, 2025 at 11:27 PM
To be quite honest, no.

But I will be…eventually.
December 12, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Izumi did say they would talk about it on my behalf.

[He hesitates in lifting his hand. Hesitates in taking it. But he does. He doesn't...hate it.]
December 12, 2025 at 6:34 AM
.... Alright.

[He pushes himself up off the ground, brushing the dirt off his face.]

...They both terrify me. The moon alone makes my skin crawl. They both are part of why I have not slept much in several days.
December 12, 2025 at 5:42 AM
There are no mirrors in here, nor moonlight.
December 12, 2025 at 5:12 AM
Keep playing with my hair, and we have a deal.

[There was a faint smile on his exhausted features. His eyes closed after a few more moments of staring up at the leaves. Maybe... maybe he would be able to have a little nap.]
December 11, 2025 at 5:49 AM
Even if we went home, it would be the same...

[He rubbed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in the process.]

I want to stay here. With you. With... Kieren and Regin, too. If you want to ask about the mirrors, then I won't stop you. But I can't admit my fear of mirrors and the moon just yet.
December 11, 2025 at 3:46 AM
have been abhorrent of late. I usually wait until I know you are asleep to go wander.

I always hope it will clear my head, but it never does…

I’m sorry.

[His eyes open back up, looking towards the leaves again. Sleep seemed to elude him still.]
December 10, 2025 at 11:29 PM
[He stared up into the leaves, occasionally glancing at Izumi’s face.]

I don’t know…

It hasn’t been this bad for some time. Usually I avoid mirrors and cover the windows to block the moon, but I haven’t been able to do that. I hate this.

[He closed his eyes, attempting to drift off.]

The dreams+
December 10, 2025 at 11:29 PM
his eyes were deep and dark, more so than his usual level of exhaustion.]

Maybe longer. I lost track.

I /can’t/ sleep.

Not while it continues to haunt my dreams.

[the grip on his shirt loosened slightly.]
December 10, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Tch…

[How long had it been since he last slept? He couldn’t remember past the 4th day.]

I don’t remember. Maybe 8 days. Clearly not long enough if I am still standing and functioning.

It started 3 days before you left to come here.

[He closed his eyes, leaning into their hand. The bags under+
December 10, 2025 at 5:34 PM
honest and trusting of myself. How can I expect to love anyone other than you, when I cannot even be open with you?

[Rotten little worm. Ill deserving of affection.]

I do not deserve it…

[The hand Izumi held shook as his control began slip.]
December 10, 2025 at 8:56 AM
nothing more than for all of that to happen.

[But I’m broken. Damaged. Rotten.]

I don’t trust myself.

[His face twisted, fingers now digging into the scar just under his shirt. A reminder.]

I want to trust them. I /want/ to. But I do not think I am worthy of that. Not when I cannot even be+
December 10, 2025 at 8:56 AM
[He finds it incredibly difficult to keep his face straight when all he wants to do is run. Run, hide, lash out and push everyone away. It was easier to be alone. He couldn’t he hurt again that way. Couldn’t hurt anyone else. Couldn’t hurt…]

Izumi…

I want to. I want to trust and believe. I want+
December 10, 2025 at 8:56 AM
/ordered/ to turn her into an Eikon. An excuse to subjugate Doma again, label it a lost cause. All for our "Lord"..... Our Lord, who turned out to be an Ascian wearing his face.

[His hand gripped his shirt, right over one of his scars. His eyes stung at the memory, and he fell silent.]
December 10, 2025 at 6:33 AM
continue doing what I had been assigned to do; focus on my work with the Populares.

/My/ peace was not to last.

Sister, she... the bitch survived. She /survived/.

[He felt his throat tighten again. His hand went to touch the scars that caused his demise.]

Just as suddenly as word arrived, I was+
December 10, 2025 at 6:33 AM
You couldn't have known to help me. You didn't know of all the bullshit I endured then.

When our Lord sent me back to Garlemald, I thought that was the end of it. That I would not see either of you again. Word of his death spread like wildfire. Rumors ran rampant. I had little recourse but to+
December 10, 2025 at 5:19 AM
and his desire to scream and shout rose as his breathing stopped for a moment. Yet as the moment ended, and his fear subsided, his breathing retuned and he was able to continue.]

After she was adopted into the family. Broken little thing, starved for affection and attention. It was a cold reminder.
December 10, 2025 at 1:51 AM
impossible a task that is for me.

Even as a child, no one wanted to be my friend. My parents would only ever shower me with affection if I had the highest marks in schooling and training.

It was worse after y-

[Try as he might, the name gets caught in his throat. For a moment his pulse quickened+
December 10, 2025 at 1:51 AM
I am jealous of the affection you receive from others. I often ask myself if I am not doing enough, or if I am simply too much.

[He looks away from them, his hand falling back to his side.]

You want me not to be lonely, to have someone for when you are gone...I do not think you understand how+
December 10, 2025 at 1:51 AM
[He can see the conflict they faced, and chose to stand down with a long, heavy sigh.]

......Alright. I'll leave the matter of your injury for now. But we /will/ revisit it later. I can see you will not let what I said go so easily. As much as I would prefer...

[Yet, his hand stayed where it was.]
December 10, 2025 at 1:05 AM
My concerns can wait.

[Liar.]

Right now, I am more concerned about this mark...

[If anyone was deflecting, it was him, and he knew it. His fingers gently touched the mark.]

You did not tell me because you were concerned for my safety, yes?

[He did not look them in the eye]
December 10, 2025 at 12:03 AM