Content warning for the post below- may contain discussions of trauma, neglect, and parental death by suicide in the memory prompts. Fair warning!
▶ SCROOGE
When a cold wind blows, it chills you, Chills you to the bone'Upset' was a word that was currently insufficient to describe Goro Akechi's mood. So was 'furious'. 'Apoplectic' was actually looking a little weak.
Someone- somehow- had turned him into an anthropomorphic cookie. Complete with a little sugar-glass mask and a candy-cane sword. Even a Persona that had, somehow, managed to be made of candyfloss.
On the plus side, this didn't appear to have harmed Captain Nemo's performance any, and the ethereal entity dispatched candy monsters with ease. "I am going to commit. A federal. Fucking. War crime!" A tiny gumdrop drummer burned and bubbled to so much carbon as it lunged for him, incinerated by black fire. A rabid-looking gingerbread reindeer was cleaved in half by a ghostly saber. "A cookie?! A fucking cookie!" A marshmallow snowman had a hole burned through it by laser fire, collapsing to the ground. "And EVERYTHING HERE EATS SUGAR."
Well, at least there were plenty of targets nearby to take out his frustrations on.
▶ CHRISTMAS PAST
But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart Like years of being aloneRelive memories past. Right.
He felt, personally, as though he'd done more than enough of that already, but fine. Whatever.
He pulled open the door to the train car- and stepped into a place that he didn't recognize, a tiny apartment... where a family of four was, apparently, enjoying the fruits of Christmas morning, an older girl and a younger boy, both younger than five...
And he was lost. What was this?
He was about to step back, thinking there was something he'd missed somehow and he'd turned a wrong way- when he caught the eyes of another child, a boy of eight with long, sand-blonde hair. One who looked lost, and hesitant, and thinner than he should've been, wearing a school uniform because that's what had been available.
He recognized it now, for what it was. The first home he'd been placed with, the one he'd been in less than three months before he'd been shuffled off to another.
"Shit," he said, quietly, under his breath.
▶ I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
A cup of kindness that we share with another A sweet reunion with a friend or a brotherNew Year's Day had dawned bright and cold. There'd been some confusion, when an officer had come into the cell he'd been put in and explained, very sheepishly, that there'd been a mistake of some kind and he was free to go, sorry for the inconvenience.
Something about that hadn't sat right with him, but standing outside the train station he'd struggled to think of why. His thoughts were interrupted, however, by his phone ringing.
Akechi smiled, as he answered, holding the phone up to his ear. "Hello. No, they just let me out. They said it was a clerical error, so there won't be any marks on my record."
He paused, listening for a moment. "Yes, I'm at the station now. I should be in Ebisu by ten o'clock..." He frowned. Ebisu? That didn't make sense. "... Sorry. Not sure where I got Ebisu from. My mind must be rattled after what happened. Akasaka, I meant."
He blinked. "You don't have to do that. With the traffic, I'm sure the train will be faster anyway. Plus Father must be busy, planning for the inauguration. No, of course. I'll meet you at Akasaka station. You too. See you soon."
Well. At least with his mother picking him up at the station, he wouldn't have to walk far.
Goro Akechi || Persona 5 Royal || OTA
▶ SCROOGE
When a cold wind blows, it chills you,
Chills you to the bone
'Upset' was a word that was currently insufficient to describe Goro Akechi's mood. So was 'furious'. 'Apoplectic' was actually looking a little weak.
Someone- somehow- had turned him into an anthropomorphic cookie. Complete with a little sugar-glass mask and a candy-cane sword. Even a Persona that had, somehow, managed to be made of candyfloss.
On the plus side, this didn't appear to have harmed Captain Nemo's performance any, and the ethereal entity dispatched candy monsters with ease. "I am going to commit. A federal. Fucking. War crime!" A tiny gumdrop drummer burned and bubbled to so much carbon as it lunged for him, incinerated by black fire. A rabid-looking gingerbread reindeer was cleaved in half by a ghostly saber. "A cookie?! A fucking cookie!" A marshmallow snowman had a hole burned through it by laser fire, collapsing to the ground. "And EVERYTHING HERE EATS SUGAR."
Well, at least there were plenty of targets nearby to take out his frustrations on.
▶ CHRISTMAS PAST
But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart
Like years of being alone
Relive memories past. Right.
He felt, personally, as though he'd done more than enough of that already, but fine. Whatever.
He pulled open the door to the train car- and stepped into a place that he didn't recognize, a tiny apartment... where a family of four was, apparently, enjoying the fruits of Christmas morning, an older girl and a younger boy, both younger than five...
And he was lost. What was this?
He was about to step back, thinking there was something he'd missed somehow and he'd turned a wrong way- when he caught the eyes of another child, a boy of eight with long, sand-blonde hair. One who looked lost, and hesitant, and thinner than he should've been, wearing a school uniform because that's what had been available.
He recognized it now, for what it was. The first home he'd been placed with, the one he'd been in less than three months before he'd been shuffled off to another.
"Shit," he said, quietly, under his breath.
▶ I'LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
A cup of kindness that we share with another
A sweet reunion with a friend or a brother
New Year's Day had dawned bright and cold. There'd been some confusion, when an officer had come into the cell he'd been put in and explained, very sheepishly, that there'd been a mistake of some kind and he was free to go, sorry for the inconvenience.
Something about that hadn't sat right with him, but standing outside the train station he'd struggled to think of why. His thoughts were interrupted, however, by his phone ringing.
Akechi smiled, as he answered, holding the phone up to his ear. "Hello. No, they just let me out. They said it was a clerical error, so there won't be any marks on my record."
He paused, listening for a moment. "Yes, I'm at the station now. I should be in Ebisu by ten o'clock..." He frowned. Ebisu? That didn't make sense. "... Sorry. Not sure where I got Ebisu from. My mind must be rattled after what happened. Akasaka, I meant."
He blinked. "You don't have to do that. With the traffic, I'm sure the train will be faster anyway. Plus Father must be busy, planning for the inauguration. No, of course. I'll meet you at Akasaka station. You too. See you soon."
Well. At least with his mother picking him up at the station, he wouldn't have to walk far.
What a weird morning.