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Her motives were clear enough to him from the very beginning, so her reasoning didn’t draw out any sort of surprise, merely a neutrality meant to confirm his assumptions. Of course the saner one would show up when peril hounded the other - it was nothing more than mediating a business transaction. Her nice demeanor towards him was nothing more than a rouse to save her from certain death, or worse. Or so he thought. His voice was riddled with disappointment upon receiving such confirmation out of her own mouth, but it wouldn’t last.
"Right, so it’s all just been...damage control. I see.”
Not all too comfortable turning his back to a stranger, he kept his alertness while idly grooming himself for a mere moment, only to be caught off guard by the sudden and frantic impact and tugging of his clothes. Granted, he tried to swivel away from the lounging woman in his worry that she was trying to do anything other than embracing him. He couldn’t see his face and thus, couldn’t read her motives at all. A mere moment of awkwardly standing still like a statue while she was using him as a pillar of support...of some kind. Him, of all beings. It drew out a hearty chortle that lasted for a few moments longer than comfortable, least until he ran out of air, sign that he had completely given up on understanding these people. One was pointlessly aggressive and easy to read and the other one was...fickle. Migraine-inducing. The contradictions weren’t helping in easing up his mood whatsoever.
The other thing that didn’t exactly contribute to his wellness was the tightness that enveloped him. With that proximity, if she squeezed him any tighter, she could feel that his body was not exactly what one would consider “male”. For that reason alone, he felt compelled to pry her hands away and leave her there to weep her unfortunate fate. Gloved hands rushed to seize her own when the thought struck impulsively.
But he didn’t yank them away. Holding them tightly for nothing more than leverage, he allowed her whatever solace she sought by trying to anchor herself to his person before the other one came back. And if Ezme did decide to pop back out at that unfortunate time, at least she couldn’t do much given his borderline crushing grip on her digits and his elbow ready to check into her jaw.
After the heavy silence that fell following the breathless laughter, he clicked his tongue and spoke assertively, masking the tremor behind his aggression and anxiety with a low tone. What his voice could mask, his body couldn’t, a slight jittering tensing up his shoulders.
“Such gestures aren’t welcome towards me. You have hidden intentions and I would not entrust you to have my back...or to show sincerity. Treacherous creatures by nature, the lot of you.”
The scornful nature was palpable and so was the sudden movement that twirled her rather forcefully onto her feet as he unhooked her from around his frame, holding onto her fingers just enough so she wouldn’t fall over while she gained her footing. Now that he was able to face her properly, the lifeless expression was back, as if he hadn’t spoken at all. Being unable to lie was sort of a curse for him, knowing full well where speaking his mind will get him alienated from every possible ally he could make. Despite that, being true to himself mattered more than pleasing others.
“Truthfully, I have no preference as to whom undergoes my deal. The other one did not have any desires, but you might.”, saying so, he patted down his clothes to neaten them up and slowly put his glasses back on before his mismatched eyes caught glimpse of her messy hair. He took a shot in the dark, for all he knew Josiah was no more pertaining that exchange.
“How about it? Do you want to be free of your current predicament?”, an empty smile adorned his lips, alike a car salesman that just wants to coax you into an expensive deal. But unlike such a trivial transaction, there was mutual satisfaction to be found on both sides if she accepted. “Obviously, I will show you the terms and conditions beforehand. But Ezme was not smart enough to ask for them before she shook my hand...”, his trail of thought ended with something akin to an amused eyeroll followed by a snort. Shiro simply shrugged as he continued, grabbing hold of her shoulder as he began slowly walking her out of the room. On their way out, he grabbed the coat he had left on the backrest of his chair and quickly threw it on.
“Frankly, I am not responsible for your counterpart’s lack of curiosity. She should know better than not to ask any questions. That binds you to my rules as well, so I thought I would at least propose you the same deal I did her.”, with a frustrated sigh, he pushed his hair back and held it atop his head for a moment, scrunching up his nose with an exasperated look on his face. These people...The migraine was there, just as he had predicted.
Character Traits (taken from monokumamemes) Headcanon Prompt Repost & bold what applies to your muse
Muse: Shiro
active | adaptable | admirable | adventurous | agreeable | alert | appreciative | aspiring | attractive | balanced | benevolent | calm | capable | caring | charismatic | charming | cheerful | clean | compassionate | confident | considerate | cooperative | courageous | creative | cultured | curious | daring | decisive | dedicated | dignified | discreet | dramatic | dutiful | educated | elegant | empathetic | energetic | faithful | farsighted | firm | flexible | forceful | forgiving | friendly | fun-loving | gallant | generous | gentle | genuine | hardworking | healthy | helpful | heroic | honest | honourable | idealistic | independent | intelligent | kind | loyal | mature | modest | observant | optimistic | organised | passionate | patient | peaceful | playful | popular | precise | protective | realistic | reliable | respectful | responsible | romantic | sane | scrupulous | selfless | self-critical | self-reliant | self-sufficient | sensitive | serious | skillful | sophisticated | spontaneous | stoic | strong | suave | subtle | sweet | sympathetic | tolerant | trusting | understanding | vivacious | warm | wise | witty | youthful
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“This world’s all about useless, shallow, so-called ”friendships.“”
People but with goat eyes
Such violent commotion could be heard from underneath the table, that his curiosity got the better of him and he did look at the mess she had made previously, with her heaving and sputtering over a simple apology, one which he hadn’t even asked for in the first place. Furrowing his brows in disgruntlement, he fixed up his posture once more and discarded the journal on the table before she even got a chance to swat it from him, arms crossed to his chest in both disappointment and annoyance.
“If courtesy is so difficult for you to achieve, you should not bother expressing it in the first place.”, he chastised the pained guest, eyes averted with disgust and defiance from the pathetic display of her trying to look in his direction. All interest on the matter was lost, or so it appeared to be, at least for a minute or two while he tried to banish whatever negative thoughts he happened to be feeling towards her. And there were many at the time. Picking at his bandaged arm for what felt like an eternity, he listened to her short-lived explanation before she collapsed again, hearing the thud followed by sobbing. Casually ignoring her flopping about, he reached for the “repaired” glass of juice, only to take a sip out of it and spit it back out, out of sight. He grimaced at the substance, with now the annoyance diverted to himself and his lack of ability. “Tastes like blood.”, his blood, to be precise, having accidentally mixed the two liquids together during the process of recreation. Nothing he had ever done ever came out right.
Whilst he was mumbling to himself, he caught her apology, albeit straining to hear what she was whining and crying about down there. Were those directed towards him…? When she emerged and took his seat, a look of pure befuddlement took over his frowning features. Equally unable to process such raw feelings of unapologetic sympathy, it visibly made him recoil and bring his hands to his chest almost defensively, then waving them about with slight embarrassment. That was not Ezme anymore, from the way she spoke, to the genuine tears and gentleness in her tone, but it did not weird him out in the slightest – he had seen such shift in personality before; two entities struggling to take control, channeling the wavelength of the same body. Though he could not relate with the struggle, having left his body on autopilot altogether, the newfound demeanor of the struggling woman managed to mellow him out considerably. Thus, it was difficult to stay mad at her – if anything, he was nothing short of confused and now he happened to be the one feeling bad for having caused her distress. A merry-go-round.
“S-Stop apologizing already, I said I forgave you…”, he muttered demurely as the violence in his tone dimmed down to a timid squeak of aggression that never did spark into anything more than that. Even when he tried to sound soft, he still sounded defensive; well, he lacked control, impulsive as he was due to his upbringing. But at least he tried to keep it under wraps, now that they were both touchy in some ways.
Fickle, with the emotional authority of a child, he did feel bad for tossing her journal earlier and tried to make up for it by awkwardly inching it towards her side of the table after neatening it up and closing it properly. Moder appeared to want to sit this one out entirely – no smartass comments, nothing to cheer up the mood, no higher consciousness to take over the reign of the situation and turn it back around. Frankly, the outer God became tired of having to moderate the situation with the new guest. The boy was on his own and thus, upon realizing that he couldn’t just zone out of it, he became jittery and would seek to hide his reddened face behind the veil of disheveled strands. After a short, uneasy pause in his movement during which he peered at her to see how she was faring, light footsteps rolled their way towards her seat and stopped behind her. With a hitch of breath and a clumsy tugging of fabric, he placed one of his gloves on the table in front of her. Before she knew it, an unfamiliar coldness gripped her meddling fingers and gently pulled them away from the afflicted scalp before they could damage it any further.
“Stop that. You aren’t making it any better.”, he lectured softly as he began petting at the bump before a light pressing of his palm lingered above it. Naturally, he was embarrassed with how humane he was acting, the sudden softness peering in through the cracks of general emptiness. Her hair was just as how he had imagined…stringy, a bit rough, but it wasn’t the worst texture he had ever touched bare handed. Noticing her uneasiness, he did try to soothe her with a light embrace from behind of his free arm, as awkward as it was for him to do such things. Relax, I was the one crying, why must you cry too?, he grunted to himself as he rested his pained head atop her own, dizzy from the entire ordeal. Though it wasn’t his business to care for her, it was in his nature that he would try to, especially when he felt like he was the cause of all of this. Even if he wasn’t, it was easier to blame himself that reach a consensus. Despite appearing to keep his cool, his heart was threatening to plunge out of his mouth any second with how fast it was beating.
“You are obviously not my interlocutor anymore, why are you shouldering all of this for her sake?”, he mumbled curiously as his hand came up to wipe away the ooze from her eye, his face still very much hidden behind her messy hair. He could guess why Josiah humbled herself to that extent, though he took no pleasure in seeing her beat herself down for it. “You seem nicer. She is the one I want to toss around.”, he confessed through soothing strokes of her hair after the bump subsided and would no longer trouble her from there on out. However, as pleasant as it was to be close to someone, it wouldn’t last, so he ought not get used to it. After a short while, he freed her from his lock and reached out to pick his glove back up from the table top.
Me, empty and can’t feel anything except the hole in my chest that can’t be filled: I would do anything to feel again
Me, two minutes later having a mental breakdown: undo
Which OC has a high IQ but, like, two braincells?