*♔dead end.

[bluesavant]

conguer

     Fascination was easily garnered by the objects presented by the outside world that was rarely visited, boundless exuberance making for exploration and experimentation that most would refrain from. It was due to how such action could be viewed as inappropriate as permission had not been acquired before touching another's personal belongings, but the blue child could not be bothered by such things. Once a bright gaze had sighted a mysteriously donned cape, there was simply no stopping the young adult until the curiosity had been sated. 

     Only once properly positioned would this predator fall upon the unsuspecting prey.

     Hands stretched outward towards the intended target with the sole purpose of capturing the fluttering fabric, dainty digits grasping handfuls in order to cast the whole of the cape upwards. It was sight for appreciation, the action repeated a second time before the apparel could return to it's proper position. Diminutive form moved forwards in order to become completely concealed when the cloth settled once more, no explanation given but the muffled giggling was a sure indication that it had been all in good fun.

[vampiremonarch-archived]

bluesavant

"Yoooo. Is that yer natural hair color?"

“‘Cause I just gotta say. Girl, yer totally cute as a bluenette. Really. I’m swoonin’ over here just by lookin at’cha.”

[bluesavant]

     Palms pressed securely to porcelain cheeks in an obvious show of bashfulness, the flattery of the sort rarely received when it came to the recessive trait.

     ❝Uwaahhh! A player has found Boku-sama-chan!❞ An elated exclamation, just how truly delightful that was thought to be was easily conveyed by the look upon her face. ❝Are you going to shower me with praise? Are you going to give me chocolates? How about you give me the moon and the stars? I want to see you do the impossible!❞ 

[jocularjewel]

bluesavant

"Oh geez! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you!" Steven reached out a hand to her, an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Are you okay miss?"

[bluesavant]

     Petite form having been assaulted by the coarse asphalt beneath palms, it'd been decided to refrain from the expected interaction that occurred from something of this nature.

     ❝No siree, Capt'n! I've suffered such a horrible injury that I don't think I'll be able to go on!❞ Over-exaggerated theatrics provided by the vocal response, body remained upon the unforgiving concrete as though a casualty of war. ❝Go on without me! Save yourself while you still can!❞ 

[bluesavant]

*♔propria manu. {closed}

[humanitysweakest-blog]

The first door.      A stranger in a trial of manipulation and deceit. The second door.      An old friend, trapped in the middle of a war until her demise. The third door.      The shattered mirror image. The fourth door.

     ”…”      The fourth door, I dare not open.      How much had I seen already? For a man deciding not to start what has to end, I was doing a bad job at not getting involved. I’d seen so many secrets of the heart that there was no turning back. Every new tidbit of knowledge had been a step along a dangerous edge, separating downfall and humanity. On one side, I could become what I never was, and embrace these relationships with a new sense of self. On the other, I could down-spiral into destruction at the very force of another human being’s secrets, incapable of being carried by a failure of a human like myself. Unfortunately, I was already leaning into the downfall, as the weight of those I knew continued suffocating me. A fourth door meant a fourth secret, possibly one too heavy to keep.      There was no way out at this point. There was forward, or nowhere.      I picked nowhere.      I stood in the flipped city for hours, left to my own thoughts as I wasted endless time.      However, as if calling to me, as if drawing me in, as if my destruction was exactly what I thought, I had found myself at the doorstep of the door I dare not open.      My hand rested on the knob. I had the worst feeling that something unforgivable lie in wait on the opposite side of the barrier. An almost tangible sense of dread emanated from the wood, and I almost, almost, turned and ran away.      As if commanded to by some unknown force, I turned the knob, and walked inside another secret.

     “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, <REDACTED>.” Tiny arms assaulted me with affection the moment I stepped foot inside the door. That name that hadn’t been said in years had fallen off her gentle lips, and I had been validated. That Dead Blue whose praises are more enticing than life itself, that Tomo Kunagisa that soothed us into generous peace, that commanding presence that demanded obedience in every form — had said my name aloud. Mine, the cursed existence with a name so wretched it killed — had been said by that pure perfection.      As the door swung shut, my arms lifted her to my chest like a knight carrying his princess. Her compliment had warmed me up completely, and I couldn’t bear to have her any further away from me. In the comfort of my own arms, I carried her further into the foreign room of just her and I.      ”I worked hard? On what? I think you’re going to have to tell me.” On one side, I was begging for those compliments that lifted my soul. On the other, red flags shot up in warning at the back of my mind. However, the back is where they remained, as I slowly forgot all sense of reason

[bluesavant]

     Minuscule form unbecoming of one revered so highly was collected with incomparable ease, security guaranteed by the limbs encircling her being. It was as though returning home, an indescribable feeling not meant for those not involved to encroach upon, arms previously wrapped about the male's waist finding placement surrounding his neck. It was a private moment of graciousness, of the emotion defined as love displayed through unadulterated affection that contradicted strongly with the nature of this meeting

     The answer given proved to be unsatisfactory though, an unforeseeable happenstance that instilled displeasure within the femme fatale. As seating was taken upon ivory furnishings did fingers glide over the smooth flesh of the male's neck, encouraging the weary soul to rest his head against a bared shoulder. Perched atop the other's lap as she was, it would make for an optimal position for this vocalization of incensement.

     ❝Are you playing dumb? You're really going to make me say it? Is all that extra attention giving you a big head?❞ Akin to an impassive jeer, docility remained intact as digits soothed through brunette strands in a loving caress more suitable for a beloved pet rather than a human being. ❝That's okay. I'll indulge you. Again and again, I just don't know how to stop. You are my favorite, after all. You always will be.❞ Favoritism openly expressed, the worship continually accumulated with nary an end in sight. At this juncture, it was only appropriate to presume pretty words were all that would sound in reference to the male.

     ❝You were just like Sacchan.❞  Amorous in delivery, a certain breathlessness was there as vocables emphasized. ❝You destroyed and destroyed. Destroyed, destroyed, destroyed, destroyed. Destroyed until there was nothing left and then destroyed it even more. You violated, you brutalized, you maimed ..❞ 

     ❝ — You killed.❞

     A foreboding proclamation, child-like features were tarnished by vehemency, a presumptuous smile having been carved out. Infinitely delighted by the morbidity that'd befallen her own self, hands found purchase against the skin of the male's cheeks, wordlessly beseeching the pitiless gaze to meet that of jaded aqua. What would reward the obedience would be a delicate stroke of the thumb, head inclined as half-lidded optics regarded the one toy that held actual value.

     ❝You killed me.❞

     Just as she had him.

[bluesavant]

sits myself down because i need to get active

[roleplay-rescue]

Send a ✗ and my muse will react to being called a monster.

[bluesavant]

*♔propria manu. {closed}

Imperfection.

A fault, blemish, an undesirable feature, or such was the given definition presented in textbooks. The defining characteristic that illustrated the defectiveness of the individual that harbored the unattractive quality, often were great lengths taken to ensure it would go unseen, that the ugliness of the true self would go without exposure. Appearances must be maintained, no matter the lies amassed in order to do so, no matter how pretty words only tainted the self even more so. Imperfection surely must be a truly despicable thing to cause such depravity, though it was sought more so than any other.

For one birthed as utter perfection, a celebrated child relinquished from human error where everything done by her hand was viewed as a praise-worthy accomplishment, to simply know a flaw existed would've been enough. For the craved weakness to corrode superlative intellect and render it to an irreparable state would be simply stupendous, a beautiful endeavor of which was utterly unattainable. Untouched, unblemished, undamaged; a life meant to maintain this improbable purity for but a short period before disintegrating into nothingness, if not for love would such an ending have occurred.

A man dredged in sin, callous by nature and damaged beyond calculation, he proved to be just as incapable of obtaining salvation as she was of finding proper misery. Opposing selves desired by the other, faced with the cruelty of the unachievable did resentment stew within the only one capable of acting upon the unpleasant emotion. In an unfair rejection of the genuine affection felt for the man was her very self shattered, trodden upon as only dirt, and then as a testament to this heartlessness was she abandoned. He'd broken her, and it'd allowed for a brief sampling of defilement at long last.

It was a loving act if there ever was one and deserved proper rewarding.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, <REDACTED>." Thin, breakable limbs no sooner encircled the waist of the chosen companion when the door opened to signify his arrival, physical comfort an additional gift to the clear pronunciation of his given name. As bewitching as it was fearsome, for lips to speak those syllables was regarded as a blessing. "This time you worked hard, really hard." Lavished were soothing words, compelling in nature, meant to instill an unpreventable lucid state of mind.

Thus was the beginning of a complete surrender to the Tyrant.

[bluesavant]

by 彗碧@十色難波A52

[bluesavant]

by 彗碧@十色難波A52

[humanitysweakest-blog]

BLUE PARTED WATERS

                    It continues, forever. Forever, frozen. In other words, I                  have not grown one bit since being gripped by Dead Blue.

     Separation. Separation anxiety? Something like that. It’s foreign to me. It’s unknown to me. The reason for it? I can’t imagine. The cause of it? Simple.      Kunagisa Tomo.      The alarm sounds as the government speaks about closed roads. The blockades. The unmoving train. The force field keeping us inside not Kairos, but Paralia. Waking up in my old bedroom. Harukana, gone. Migiwame, gone. Nothing is right. No one is right. No one is where they belong.      Kunagisa Tomo.      Not here, not beside me. Over there? Maybe. Here? I don’t know.      I didn’t know anything. Why I was feeling this way, why I couldn’t think about anything other than Tomo, why I had to find her, right now, right now, no stalling, no questions asked, no excuses. I had to find her.      Out the front door, down the dirt path. People passed me with confused looks on their faces. People were shouting, crying, overreacting, complaining, doing what humans always do. None of that mattered. None of them mattered. They were not Kunagisa Tomo, and so they did not matter.     Turn left. There was a crowd of people. All of them, anxiously pushing at each other towards the entrance to the train station. No access. The conductor was shouting. None of these savages were Kunagisa Tomo. I moved on.      My legs carried me into a sprint. Fast, down another street. I ran towards the expensive houses. Why there was this sense of urgency, I still didn’t know, but it gave me adrenaline to get there faster and for that I was grateful. Reached the houses. Didn’t see anyone. I didn’t see anyone, and started to panic. Where else could she be? She was all alone. Her family was moved, no one could be there to help her. She needed help, and I wasn’t there to help her.      Why, did I even need to help?      Why- did she need me?      I needed her.      Needed to see, her. Needed to breathe. Needed to calm down, to be okay, to make sure, make sure she was okay-      My mind didn’t even make sense. Why, a complete stranger, could mean so much to me that I couldn’t function, was a complete mystery. Why I was worried, why I was panicking, why I was angry and frustrated and out of my senses and not me and somebody else all at once— I couldn’t function. Just had to search. Keep searching, keep running-      I ran. In between the houses, I shouted her name. Around back, through trees, cut across lawns, jumping over fences— but there was no answer.      There was no answer, until—

    — I found her. Standing on the bottom step, completely frozen and unresponsive. My feet booked it towards her.      ”Tomo!” I called out. She didn’t even look back. The closer I got the sooner I could make out details, the sooner I could see she was shaking, trembling, and..      … she was crying.      ”Why,” I stood next to her just before the stairs. “Why are you crying? What happened to you?” To make an innocent blue cry— what a heartless, inhuman thing to do. It was a disgusting act. An absolute low. The lowest of the low. An act that make me shake along with her, not from fright but from anger. “Whoever did this— tell me. Whoever made you cry, I’ll kill them.”

[bluesavant]

A dead end.

There was no escape, no refuge, no salvation from the clinching agony assailing the delicate frame and the fragile heart furiously pumping beneath a quaking breast. Chest heaved from exertion, nauseating panic having brought perseverance, shoes pounding against the asphalt as body rounded, a different path made to be traversed. Where it might lead it did not matter, how long it stretched was of no consequence; so long as there was no blockade, no stopper to this fruitless attempt at achieving relief, the blue child would run.

Release meant that air would return. It meant that security would return, that the normality of ignorance would bring much needed alleviation. It would decimate those images, those flashes of pain, those bars of iron that seared the flesh, steadily burning brighter and hotter, the pressure intensifying, cutting off oxygen, smothering life, indentations branding dark marks into -- 

Balance was lost as hands desperately clawed at inflamed skin, knees scrapping against harsh cement as footing was lost while making to ascend a stair. Blood blossomed forth to fall upon the ground as she had, but who cared about that? Why care about that? She needed the hands off her, needed the monotonously heartless drone to vacate her cranium, needed to be free. Solace would not come no matter the gasping breaths, the scrabbling fingers, the sting of tears blurring the child's vision, the torment as relentless as it was inconceivable.

She couldn't understand, couldn't think beyond the suffocation undoing her. Her chest ached so terribly, strength utterly sapped and mental capacities spent beyond exhaustion. Why did she have to suffer this way, she did not know. What had she ever done to that man, she did not know. Why did she have to endure this, why did she have feel like this, why her why her why her --

WHY WAS HE HERE!?

A flurry of hacking coughs rattled a thin rib cage, the result of a shrill scream that had tried to escape. It hurt so much, so so much, but not as much as hearing that voice. Eyelids quickly scrunched closed tightly, the already present shivering much more apparent, hands trembling as they covered her face. It was too much to bear, too much for her to handle, much too terrifying to face alone.

But --

"Nnn .. n - no! Don't kill -- don't kill any.. one .. !"

-- she could not allow anyone else to feel this way.

It'd taken everything just to say those words, to force constricted airways to loosen just enough for pronunciation of any sort. It'd been even harder to speak to him, to confront the one responsible for this painful state. It'd been selflessness in the wake of personal turmoil, an act of impossible care ...

"The.... the only o - one who should die is .. is - is you!"

So allow her this selfishness in return.

[bluesavant]

by aneskun

[bluesavant]

24 & 42

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?.

Tomo isn't particularly good at any subject as she maintained average grades throughout the entirety of her school life. She has no plans on trying to reach for something greater as tests results mean nothing, all that matters is that the knowledge stuck.

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Up until the completion of high school. Attending college will happen some time in the near future, but classes will be taken online and at home just as high school was. To her, there really isn't too much of a difference because both ways she learns something new.

[bluesavant]

6, 12 & 20

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu.

Answered here!

12: Favorite book genre.

Fantasy! Tales of brave knights rescuing the captive princess, magic imbued mortals combating the darker side of their community, specialized hunters slaying fearsome creatures that lurk in our cities, etc. Anything fictional is what she prefers, but stories such as these are what she adores.

20: Childhood illnesses and the interesting stories behind them.

She played connect the dots when she had chicken pox's!

[bluesavant]

4, 5, 7!!

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

A situation like this would never come about because all of Tomo's meals are prepared for her. The perks of being a spoiled child, you could say.

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.).

Answered here!

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time.

It could be said that everything she does is to waste time, though she doesn't see it that way. She attempts to fill in every second of her day with something new and interesting as wasting a single moment would be a crime.

[bluesavant]

16:Biggest and smallest long term goal?

The biggest would be to become a bride! A lovey-dovey marriage is fantasized, a relationship that is comprised of spoiling one another and cuddling all throughout the day. The smallest would be to invite a boy into her room. [waggles eyebrows] No, but seriously, she wants to invite someone over since she's never had a friend in her house.

[bluesavant]

( 44.) Superstitions or views on the occult? and 45.) Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds? )

44: Superstitions or views on the occult.

Rather than saying she doesn't believe in the supernatural, a better way to explain it would be that she holds no opinion on something that cannot be proven as either real or not. It simply doesn't interest her.

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

A combination of both! Tomo is a very expressive person, one who clearly displays her emotions, thoughts, and opinions through overly exaggerated actions and vocalizations. A girl who wears her heart on her sleeve, there is little mystery to her.

[bluesavant]

1, 11, 19, 26

1: What their bedroom looks like.

Gently places this here. The purpose of owning two beds in a room that she has to herself is that like enjoys swapping beds every other night.

11: Intellectual pursuits.

Not at present. She is far too engrossed with learning about what is beyond the perimeter of the city by viewing it with her own two eyes. There is hardly a speck of interest in doing anything else, though let it be noted that she does have the necessary education for her age.

19: What they think about before falling asleep at night.

Birds. Similarly to counting sheep, when her eyes close she imagines the mammals flying about in the breadth of the sky. She thinks about the grand assortment of bird species, of the different colors, the difference in wingspan, the different curves of the beaks, of what makes each bird unique. Then, when drowsiness settles in, she thinks of the freedom of the sky, attempts to imagine the feeling of wind rushing past her, of nothing being able to tether her to the ground. It's during this time that she finally succumbs to sleep.

26: Plans for the future and any contingency plans if things don't work out.

The blue child wishes to travel the world, to sample all that it has to offer. She wants to experience all that she can, but not alone. A companion is necessary, whether they be but a friend or play the much larger role of a lover, as a journey is no fun when embarking on it alone. As it will be near impossible to achieve this dream as her parents would prevent it, a rather simple contingency plan was formed. This would be that the same person who she was originally to adventure with are to steal her away in the dead of night.