That Scottish Play
pastel_didactic
Summary:
Akira’s attention snaps back to Morgana, the sharp smell of rust and failure stinging at his nose. “What?”
Morgana looks at him like he’s an idiot, and perhaps he’s right. “You zoned out! I’ve been calling for you, but you didn’t respond. Are you okay?” Akira thinks back to black, dark roasted coffee with two cubes of sugar, and a desperate look in blood red eyes as everything fell apart between them.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
In which Goro has a Palace that Akira only sees in his nightmares. But to get to the top, Akira has to process his own grief.
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Summary
“Joker, you’re burning up-- you’ve lost way too much blood. Why did you come here, and not the hospital?”
In retrospect that was perhaps a stupid question. Joker couldn’t just stumble into a hospital and expect to be helped without also being promptly handcuffed to his hospital bed. However, what Joker’s actual reply was genuinely surprised Goro. His reply wasn’t snarky, it wasn’t flirtatious. What issued from his mouth was an honest, genuine tone paired with a bleary, feverish smile.
“I trust you.”
Shelves: Persona 5
- Site:
- archiveofourown.org
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- 54,189
- Status:
- Completed