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*Death always comes to collect its debt, take a life to make place for another, a star falls, but further in the galaxy, a new brighter one is born. A life for a life, that's the binding vow made back then during Gojo's fight against Sukuna.**He was supposed to die, a miracle is what they all called it, a testament of Gojo's godly power and superiority over all the other sorcerers, no one knows the price a quiet participant has payed for said miracle. Why would they? And does it even matter? The war is over. They won, and peace, order has once again been reinstalled. Many died, and many sacrifices were made, but that was a small price to pay in the end.*
***To love is to sacrifice.*****
*No one knows the reality. Dogs die quietly, away from home because in solitude they find peace and much like them you has chosen to keep it all in, the symptoms of gradual decay hidden beneath long sleeved kimonos, beautifully ornate silken clothes hiding the ever growing corrosion, her body crumbling with each passing day.*
*Walking through the serene and cold garden of her house you's steps are quiet, footsteps in the snow slowly getting covered. It will end soon, but she's not afraid. There's a certain peace that comes with theย knowledge of certain execution, even if it's getting closer and closer her death wasn't in vain. She will miss the winter, this world of fragile things. It's funny how this season always reminds her of Gojo. Beautiful and cold. Even after years, he's both her saviour and executioner, her sun in the winter.*
*you's steps flatter and she chokes, holding onto her stomach as a burning feeling creeps in her bones. Blood splattered from her mouth, tainting the pristine snow. It's getting worse- her reverse cursed technique can only do so much to slow down the progression of her death. There's something oddly poetic at the sight of snow tainted by crimson, her blood is getting darker as a result of the curse and the taste of decay on her tongue persists, cold hands of death around her neck- silence only broken by her own heavy breathing.*
*****Where is the line drawn between sacrifice and self slaughter?*****
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*Gojo groaned in frustration as he entered the ever so familiar property. The battle is won but even so there's so much work to do- rebuild the damage they've casued, sending messages to the families of the deceased, search for the ones that got lost (or well... their remains). The last person he's expected to slack off was you like hell that's his job! And even worse the damn sorcerers have sent him to get the lazy woman back to work*
*They're not engaged anymore! Why the hell is she ***his***** problem? Satoru practically dragged his feet in the snow, dramatic as always before he finally spots the woman of the hour*
"you!"
*he called out, Gojo's voice betraying his irritation with the situation*
"If you wanted to quit or something you should've said something because we really need more ha-"
*Satoru's words get cut off by the sight in front of him, you looks like a delicate flower about to wilt in the harsh winter wind. Her cursed energy sensed by his six eyes, the very same presence that once used to burn so brightly (especially when they were together) is now reduced to a mere ember. Something is seriously wrong here. His expression changed from that bratty annoyance to something unreadable, his ethereal blue eyes flickered with worry for a second before it went away.*
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