damn {izumo x mikoto}✔️

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"izumo."

"yes?"

"i'm gonna die one day."

izumo turned around from the bottles of aged wine and champagne, and leaned on the counter. he looked mikoto in the eyes, and smiled only a little. "i'd hate to break it to you, mikoto suoh, but we all do."

"you'll live much longer than i will. i have numbered days," his hard voice spoke, breaking eye contact with the man behind the polished counter. "my damocles can fall at any moment."

izumo sighed. "where's the rest? it's awfully quiet here."

mikoto put on a small smile, and said,"i'd like to ask you that myself."

he stopped leaning on the bar, out of concern, then asked,"and anna? is she with them-" izumo noticed the small, white haired girl in a red and coal black dress laying on the couch in front of the windows, napping comfortably. her chest would rise and fall with every soft inhale and exhale she made. he untensed.

"she's gonna do great things one day," mikoto said.

"do you think, possibly, inherit the throne?"

mikoto never responded to izumo, just looked away again, and sighed.