#tbh the angst is so miniscule you prolly need to squint

[emweach]

Kintsuji

"Woah what's that?"

Mammon poked his head next to your, eyes fixing on the image on you D.D.D's screen. He had made it a habit of making himself way too comfortable in your room, which wasn't that much of an annoyance, to your surprise. His body strewed over your couch, head on one hand while his legs mindlessly dangled over the armrest as he watched whatever the hell was on your TV. You were on the floor, back leaning against the couch, making your screen a tit bit too easy for Mammon to see. And he did, drawing his attention to the photo of a funky looking plate.

"Kintsuji, also known as Kintsukuroi, is a Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum." You read the information on the screen aloud for him. "As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.

"Japanese... like the Night Lantern peeps?"

"Yeah, I think they are the same people to be honest, you guys just have a different name for them."

"Oh." Mammon mused. He diverted his gaze from your phone, the conversation got dropped after a short dialogue, brought back the comfortable silence between you two.

You went back to scrolling mindlessly on your D.D.D, simply enjoying his company. Your time with him ranged from reckless trips to casinos, night rides in his car with music blasting, to movie nights, and quality time where you did your respective things, like what you were doing now.

"I think I will upgrade from Words can't hurt me these shades are Gucci to Kintsuji." Mammon broke the silent with a laugh. Every now and then, he picked up a new word or catchphrase to brand himself, and would not shut up about it for the time. Most of which included gold, money or some luxurious brands, fitting his materialistic nature of being the avatar of literal Greed.

"While I understand that you are greedy by nature, your obsession with gold and stuff is getting lowkey annoying." You huffed, your words barely contained any malice.

"But it's so cool doncha think? To be broken like that, but then patched up using gold! Ya should aspire to be like that! It's like, being adorned, ya know, in gold!!"

"I don't know how but you are missing the point." You (gently) smacked the shit eating grin off his face, to which Mammon laughed lightheartedly. "It's not about the gold, it's about the appreciation for history and experience-"

You sighed and dropped mid-sentence since Mammon no longer seemed to pay you any mind. Everytime you started to get a bit too invested and political about something trivial he just jokingly deliberately ignored you. Not that it really offended you, it was just the way he was.

But in retrospect, something bitter and sad just slipped somewhere inbetween his words. Now that you thought about it, Mammon and his unhealthy coping mechanism of indulging in his own sin wasn't that different from using gold to piece the ceramic together. Being an ancient entity he was, in his family with questionable love languages, he definitely had had his lower lows. And yet, he was pretty intact.

Well, seemed to be.

Kintsuji honored the history. But there was no denial that Kintsuji pieces had been broken at some points. And if they shattered too many times, no lacquer nor silver nor gold could put them back together in one piece. There is always a breaking point, a limit to everything, and crossing the line will always result in a change, for better or worse.

You stole a glance at Mammon, wondering how close he was to his point behind that carefree facade.

#obey me #mammon #obey me mammon #mammon angst #idek if this is romantic or platonic let's just say that you are close to him #obey me fanfic #obey me angst #been reading too much angst lately #again #so here you go #i am not feeling good #wake up at eleven thirty feeling like a bag of shi #tbh the angst is so miniscule you prolly need to squint #my fic