⸻ ( Gojo Satoru )
With heaven in his eyes and the taste of immortal divinity on his lips, she loves him with such ardour that the stars weep bitterly into the sea.
( jujutsu kaisen ) • 2023
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( 2011 )
Satoru can hear the crashing waves against the white shores, taste the brine from the seafoam on the air. His hands bury into the granular sand, his throbbing heart sinks into the eddying waters of despair. All the memories and secret wishes that he had whispered to the traitorous gods, the touch of her caress and curve of her lips. It feels like they're all slipping between his fingertips and he clenches them tightly into his palm leaving a trail of crescent marks upon his skin.
If fate is so insistent on tearing her away from him, then he will upturn the very heavens to retrieve her. Satoru will shred the fabric of time and space to have her in his arms once more. He had made a vow to himself long ago that he would never let her go, not even if Enma-o rips him limb from limb in the bowels of hell. In every life, every world and every incarnation, he will go into the depths of the underworld to steal her back from death's own embrace.
Pushing himself to his feet, he glances around the unfamiliar and empty beach. She had closed all the gates, leaving him stranded on foreign lands. From the signage on the nearby path, he deduces that he's somewhere in China. There is a towering statue of the beloved Guanyin in the distance, hands clasped at her breasts offering silent solace. At the back of his mind, he wonders what Sayuri was doing in a place like this. What could possibly be out here that she was looking for?
Taking a calming breath, he pulls out his phone and calls Shoko to activate his talismans. "Huh? All of them?" she questions incredulously. It's the first time he hears her sound so concerned but he needs a transit point in Japan to get out of his predicament.
"All of them," he responds. In theory, he crafted the talismans to imitate the residual flow of energy from her gates. It should act as a rudimentary beacon for him to locate her, a navigational device for him to find his north star. Hopefully, Sayuri still has her phone on her. In his other hand, the talisman he keeps starts to burn a vivid blue. Focusing his cursed energy, he exhales slowly and allows himself to be taken by the current of the converging infinity.
