he wasn't this deadly before. nowhere this large, so much that he's taller than i am even when he's on all fours. whatever he'd done with my body had changed my shikigami, too.
i have scars from that time. they won't heal over, ieri-san had tried.
[ to be forever changed, and irrevocably, by such a possession. megumi doesn't like to think too much about it these days. ]
Sukuna might have changed them. He might have changed you. It would be impossible to go through what you did and not come out unscathed. You have scars. Maybe your shikigami do too. They're just manifested differently.
It takes time to heal. Scar tissue is complicated. I have two on my chest and sometimes they still twinge. But the important thing is that we are living enough to grow the tissue, no? I think you must be frightened of the change. Maybe they can feel it. So what if we try and work our way around that? Training, less life-and-death. Keep summoning them until they remember you, or until that new bond is forged.
[ training. working on a problem from every direction. testing hypotheses and theories until it's whittled down to its provable elements. the process of elimination, twisted around on its head. ]
we keep summoning. me and my shikigami, and you and your curses. we'll figure it out and make it work until everything's as close to how it was before.
[ he realises in that moment that he's taken geto-san to his name — not under his wing, gods forgive the audacity, but as a different color of authority. somewhere between the deep black of a father unknown and the visceral blue of a guardian become distant. a mottling purple, maybe. a verdant-red, oscillating like the scales of a koi.
When I'm back we'll take to the training rooms together, all right? Satoru won't mind, but he can join us if he needs. And we'll work on it together. It won't always feel insurmountable. We can work through it.
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he wasn't this deadly before. nowhere this large, so much that he's taller than i am even when he's on all fours. whatever he'd done with my body had changed my shikigami, too.
i have scars from that time. they won't heal over, ieri-san had tried.
[ to be forever changed, and irrevocably, by such a possession. megumi doesn't like to think too much about it these days. ]
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It takes time to heal. Scar tissue is complicated. I have two on my chest and sometimes they still twinge. But the important thing is that we are living enough to grow the tissue, no? I think you must be frightened of the change. Maybe they can feel it. So what if we try and work our way around that? Training, less life-and-death. Keep summoning them until they remember you, or until that new bond is forged.
ok we're good now
we keep summoning. me and my shikigami, and you and your curses. we'll figure it out and make it work until everything's as close to how it was before.
[ he realises in that moment that he's taken geto-san to his name — not under his wing, gods forgive the audacity, but as a different color of authority. somewhere between the deep black of a father unknown and the visceral blue of a guardian become distant. a mottling purple, maybe. a verdant-red, oscillating like the scales of a koi.
this one is his, too. ]
🥹 megumi
🎀
i'll wait patiently for your return, geto-san. please have a good rest of your holiday with sensei.