what the fuck. there's no way to mask the utter confusion that crosses over yukine's face as he stares yato down as if that might magically grant him some kind of answer as to whatever the hell he's talking about. bishamonten? ebisu? aren't those two of the seven lucky gods? just what the hell were the two of them involved in?
better yet—
is. . . is yato truly a god? like really?
this is all too much. way too much for him to deal with right now. there's a wild look in his eye as he glances at yato again, the urge to bolt thrumming within him. it takes some serious resolve to keep his mouth shut, which is a good thing (probably) because whatever it is that yato's saying is enough for the woman to consider. she's silent for a moment as her eyes narrow.
[ Yato can feel the tension in Yukine's hand on his sleeve. He leans his elbow back to touch Yukine, hoping the contact, slight as it is, will help. ]
My father.
[ This is all just a fog scenario, he isn't really ratting his dad out, he reminds himself. He holds little affection for his father in this life and the last -- and yet a distinct pang of nervousness hits Yato at the thought of betraying him. ]
I don't know his name, but I know what he looks like. I've seen ayakashi do his bidding.
the death grip yukine has had on yato's sleeve swaps to his arm, nails digging furiously and painfully into his skin as he tries desperately to keep himself quiet. he wants to scream, he wants to scream until yato realises how fucking ridiculous it is that all of this is coming out now. isn't he supposed to tell him this stuff? IS THIS WHAT THE SEA CUCUMBER STUFF WAS ABOUT?
there's a flash of fury across the woman's face as yato talks, suddenly outraged. )
Are you saying the Sorcerer's Ruin has not yet been purged? That you are his son?
( then her arm sweeps out in a wide motion and the cavalry follows immediately. )
Filthy traitor!
( in response to her outcry, the cavalry attacks. the first spear aims for yukine, its blade skewering through his shoulder and throwing him onto the ground. he screams from pain and terror, but there's nothing he can do. not when another swipes at him and a third makes its way towards yato. the third spear rushes through the air to puncture through a non lethal part of yato's chest. )
[ Yukine's scream grabs Yato's attention above all else. He turns in time to see Yukine fall yet again, a spear buried in his shoulder. Yato's projected calm falls apart, and when he rushes to stave off the offender, he sees a flash of a pole and feels something punching him in the chest.
It makes him inexplicably angry to think that someone is trying to get in the way of him reaching Yukine. He staggers away from his own assailant, dragging the spear in his chest with him, and rips it out, damn the pain. He hears himself bellowing with a warlike fury he doesn't recognize in himself.
He tried out Minako's spear ages ago and found it unwieldy and unfamiliar. Now his hands know the way. He flips the spear around, its tip wet with his blood, and fights the hole in his chest to throw himself at the cavalrymen targeting Yukine. His blood thunders and he pauses for no injury. As hopeless as the situation is, he refuses to go down without a fight. ]
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what the fuck. there's no way to mask the utter confusion that crosses over yukine's face as he stares yato down as if that might magically grant him some kind of answer as to whatever the hell he's talking about. bishamonten? ebisu? aren't those two of the seven lucky gods? just what the hell were the two of them involved in?
better yet—
is. . . is yato truly a god? like really?
this is all too much. way too much for him to deal with right now. there's a wild look in his eye as he glances at yato again, the urge to bolt thrumming within him. it takes some serious resolve to keep his mouth shut, which is a good thing (probably) because whatever it is that yato's saying is enough for the woman to consider. she's silent for a moment as her eyes narrow.
then she nods. she'll hear his words. )
Speak Yatogami.
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My father.
[ This is all just a fog scenario, he isn't really ratting his dad out, he reminds himself. He holds little affection for his father in this life and the last -- and yet a distinct pang of nervousness hits Yato at the thought of betraying him. ]
I don't know his name, but I know what he looks like. I've seen ayakashi do his bidding.
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the death grip yukine has had on yato's sleeve swaps to his arm, nails digging furiously and painfully into his skin as he tries desperately to keep himself quiet. he wants to scream, he wants to scream until yato realises how fucking ridiculous it is that all of this is coming out now. isn't he supposed to tell him this stuff? IS THIS WHAT THE SEA CUCUMBER STUFF WAS ABOUT?
there's a flash of fury across the woman's face as yato talks, suddenly outraged. )
Are you saying the Sorcerer's Ruin has not yet been purged? That you are his son?
( then her arm sweeps out in a wide motion and the cavalry follows immediately. )
Filthy traitor!
( in response to her outcry, the cavalry attacks. the first spear aims for yukine, its blade skewering through his shoulder and throwing him onto the ground. he screams from pain and terror, but there's nothing he can do. not when another swipes at him and a third makes its way towards yato. the third spear rushes through the air to puncture through a non lethal part of yato's chest. )
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It makes him inexplicably angry to think that someone is trying to get in the way of him reaching Yukine. He staggers away from his own assailant, dragging the spear in his chest with him, and rips it out, damn the pain. He hears himself bellowing with a warlike fury he doesn't recognize in himself.
He tried out Minako's spear ages ago and found it unwieldy and unfamiliar. Now his hands know the way. He flips the spear around, its tip wet with his blood, and fights the hole in his chest to throw himself at the cavalrymen targeting Yukine. His blood thunders and he pauses for no injury. As hopeless as the situation is, he refuses to go down without a fight. ]