[despxrate-deactivated20150516]

"It’s the most important day of the year! Would anyone like to guess why?"

[diruentem]

Oh joy. Guessing games. She's already so loud...

"Because you'll shut the fuck up? Tchh."

[diruentem]

Late in the day was when he chose to act.

He hardly knew what constituted a decent birthday because, well... it was not something he had any real experience in. His own birthday had been nothing special -- sentiments surprised him as they were shared in this place, but just as quickly as they had occurred, were gone. He had no room to feel such foolish emotions, anyway. Wasteful and stupid. Birthdays were human tradition, anyway -- what did it matter to vampires if you turned another year older? It was another year that kept you from the release of death.

But with her, it was different.

In their many unconscious conversations, her confusion had been parallel to his own. She did not understand most human acts and certainly emotions -- something he had begun to struggle with especially recently -- and yet, she was still... human, in a way. Or at least, that was all he could really call her. He didn't know or bother to ask otherwise; he wouldn't dare do something so bold as to care either way. Because he didn't. But even so, in his mind, she was a human and would therefore fall into the human way of... celebration.

He had problems with where to begin rather easily; how was he supposed to know what a human girl wanted in the first place?! Inori was.... strange. Not like the other dumbass human girls he had had the misfortune of meeting. Even though she looked like them, she hardly behaved like them.

And so he had settled for something that was, in his opinion, small and simple. It was all he knew how to do at this point; this mental declaration manifested into a modest bouquet of pink roses tied together onto her bed. How did he manage to get them in this winter? A card -- a plain white page -- was left to go with it... ah, what did they write in these dumb little things?

                                            "Happy birthday, Inori. Enjoy."

Easy and straightforward... as a realization hit, he paused with thought. Should he sign it? She probably already knew about this anyway so what was the point? ...Although perhaps he--yes, didn't he want her to...no. No, no! Stupid--

When he realized, yes, he did want her to know... he chose not to sign it. She could figure it out herself, he scoffed to himself with haste. He left the room, looking back at the tiny display for only a moment before continuing his leave.

                                                                                                     .... .... .... ...I hope you like it.

He would certainly know how she felt about it. Whether she liked it or not, he would be listening.

[diruentem]

the fittest ♰ finnick

It was hard to be alone in this place, but like many things, Subaru didn't exactly mind this as much as he used to.

He could thank -- or perhaps berate -- his partner for this, though it wasn't her fault they were connected as they were. But her influence nonetheless was strong in his weak conscious, managing to quell the issues of esteem that constantly lurked in a head plagued by inadequacy. Her nature was kind and selfless -- an empty girl who wanted to feel the love and friendship of others -- and so Subaru often found himself in situations with strangers he would have never chosen in the first place.

And yet, at his core, running away was his specialty. He craved the solace of silence, of temporary quiet in his thoughts and the world around him. If he missed anything, it was the garden in the lavish mansion he called a home; it was easy to get lost, to vanish for days unseen, unspoken and almost without an identity. To be nonexistent... perhaps even better than death, because he would have never lived in the first place.

But here, especially here, this could not be.

The closest he came to anything similar was the lake. Often, the courtyards were too noisy, even if only a few others occupied, and so this became the next best thing. He thought briefly of the lake on their property; it was a place he did not visit many times, but a place that could offer peace nonetheless. It had been enough and this place, too, was enough.

Idly, he took to tossing stones along the shore. There was nothing better to do, after all. The surface was like glass; they skipped easily, his throws sometimes too strong as the stones sunk to the bottom. Exerting energy onto this activity was enough to temporarily calm agitation... 

It would seem even here, however, he was not alone.

His vampiric senses felt another nearby after about twenty minutes of stone throwing. Ah, he would not be even slightly content for long, of course. He hardly deserved the luxury. Still, it was perhaps Inori's presence that did not want to immediately attack. No, she was much more... curious, which felt disgusting especially when it concerned a potential enemy. Potential? No, guaranteed -- the world was his enemy whether he liked it or not. Whomever this stranger -- this pitiful excuse of a human, naturally -- thought they were, they would get a taste of that immediately.

Regardless of the reluctant mercy he employed, Subaru did not deny a challenge.

"... ...Tchh... hiding like that," He said with a sneer, "Did you think I wouldn't fuckin' notice? Stupid."

Fuckin' friendly as ever!

[yann-yan-a]

[chaos-kali]

                You can’t         stay                          away from     m e

    I can still      hear you   making that sound                  I’m                  —preying     on you tonight

    Hu n t  you down,      e a t   you            alive

                                                                      Just like animals

[calledbyfate]

préface

[calledbyfate]

                                                                   —————————- She knew it;

          she was a nuisance before his eyes, his voice and expressions           could tell it all, she wouldn’t judge, she wouldn’t shrug,she would           smile, gently and brightly at the kind gesture he did helping her            just after a simple question showing the { g o o d n e s s } in him.

          Maybe he isn’t aware of it,                                             perhaps she’s wrong.

          She was thankful though, not only for his action, but their meeting.           Just like an invitation indicating the day, time and place, both were           there, it happened for a reason.

          Gratitude is shown with actions, even if he was leaving, it wouldn’t           end just like that. As he walked towards the windowsill, small girl           followed from behind, the book pressed against her chest as she           held it carefully with no intentions  of dropping it, playfully doing her           way towards the male. He was tall & rough; she could almost felt           a thick barrier between them, one that she wanted to cross. The           i n s e c u r i t i e s abound, but the confidence could beat them all.

          She felt the rejection at the first moment, an old feeling, no matter            how much time passes, rejection will always hurt, but the one coming           from him was different, changing it to acceptance and eventually           going back again. She thought it was odd and interesting! Everyone           has their own experiences, memories that are impossible to share,           reasons to act towards people.

                                                                                              F e a r s .

         Forcing it wasn’t an option, but the curiosity was killing her, if he tells          her to stop she will. She will walk away and never come back———;          counting it as a failed encounter , & calmly accepting it.

  ☆*･゜ﾟ･* ❝ Thank you so much….uh…I’m sorry                      what was your name? You can call                      me Himari!! Heh, you’re right, but this                      is the story I was looking for, "The                      crab and the Monkey”.

                                               Have you                                                              heard  of it?  ❞ ゜ﾟ･*☆ 

[diruentem]

Forward. Persistent, even... annoying? Maybe a little. But once more it was not as terrible as it would have been in the past.

In the last months, he had calmed down significantly, not that it was something he even realized himself. He hardly noticed the small, innocuous changes that had been occurring, a literal result of the connection that had begun as unwelcome. Had that changed, as well? Once more, he wouldn't know for sure, nor would he actualize the concept. There were too many other things to worry about, too many thoughts that were not his own: voices, new and bright, that conflicted with a darkness that had both sheltered and trapped him for hundreds of years--

She spoke in a soft tone once more, small and befitting her stature. A tiny thing, really; even as he resumed his reclining pose, his eyes would open long enough to notice just how petite she really was. Smaller than the prey of a girl that used to hang around the house -- the fuck was her name, he couldn't even remember -- and just about the smallest damn human he'd ever seen. Doll-like with big eyes, pale skin and long hair... fragile, and yet she spoke to him like a close friend. Did she not know the danger she put herself in?

He was too tired to spit back his usual fire... ugh, was this how his lazyass older brother felt most of the time? To be anything similar to him was a big fuckin' problem, but worn he was from the exertion it took to carry both himself and Inori in the already weakened and stressful conscious he possessed on his own. Even so, this girl -- though apparently and stupidly naive -- seemed... harmless.

Just this once, maybe. Or so he told himself. Not that he cared how this 'Himari' would react either way.

"...Subaru." He said plainly. Just Subaru -- Sakamaki did not hold any weight for him. The name belonged to his bastard father, after all. --Ah? The fuck was she talking about now!?

His eyes reopened, a brief moment of curiosity in their red color before resuming to their usual hardened appearance. "... Tchh." It sounded like a child's tale. When was the last time he picked up a book like that? He didn't care to remember anything that resembled his childhood at all... and yet, something in him wanted to know what it is she had to share. Inori's presence seemed charmed by her and consequently, so was he. But only a little -- can't give the brat the wrong idea.

"... ...No." He scoffed. And less dismissively, "... What... is it?"

Softening.

[diabolikpersonals]

[diruentem]

you and i (and no one else) ♰ inori

[assyriad]

           { ❦ } — Every change in expression, every slight movement bright curious eyes followed. It was unknown to her why she was so easily taken by the other’s presence. Quite possibly it was their bond but there was…something else, something much stronger than that. She had hardly taken a step forward before he approached. Was it…ah yes the blood.That was what he wanted it was it not? It was naive of her to come to such a simple conclusion. 

           She felt it—but only for a moment.

           A rosy glow that she mirrored and although it faded as quickly as it appeared she knew she had been wrong. In what regard she was not certain but this encounter did not seem like it would play out like a regular feeding. There was a fierceness in the crimson hues that stared back at her, but the notion was not directed at her. Over the past few weeks she had learned that his anguish was more often than not focused on himself. If she had realized such sooner she would have sought him out long before but as emotionally incompetent as she was, she had assumed the worse. He had been angry with her, had he not?

           When he gripped her arm fiercely she had been taken aback but was only phased for a moment. She knew better than to flinch away, this small exchange was incredibly fragile. A false thought, an emotional slip, a vocal misstep anything could shatter this glass case. Still, their eye contact had yet to break creating a certain intimacy to the whole act. She could feel his desire, his need for the sweetness that flowed through her veins.

           The impending pain did not seem to bother the girl at all as her features soften considerably. A faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips, a small gesture she hardly ever indulged in. A vision she was, no longer devoid of emotion, flushed and blossoming in the falling snow. The perfect prey and she thrived off of that fact. There was something melodious about her breath hitching as sharpened canines broke marred skin.

           While her wound ached the pain was numbed by the satisfaction she was receiving from her partner. Bringing her closer she found comfort in the embrace. She knew better than anyone else how dangerous he was, a predator yet she felt completely and utterly safe with his arm around her. 

           Touch— This was her preferred mode of communication.

           Her free hand soon rested upon his head. Thin fingers ran through ivory strands with a gentleness that lacked hesitation. Was this happiness? It was very impossible but under such circumstances…She was a peculiar girl. Ah, but there was his hesitation once more.

                        It’s okay to be a little selfish, Subaru.

           He would not be able to see it given their current position but there was a full smile upon the the vessel’s face now. Of course he did not need to see her to know. He would feel the warmth spread through his chest as it did in her own. She had not known how worried she had been until he had bitten her. How long had he been feeling such a way until now?

                       You remember my promise, don’t you?

[diruentem]

He didn't understand. He didn't understand any of it, and yet... it was beginning to feel better and better.

This was an emotional rush. A physical pleasure that was normal for his kind. There was something familiar and almost disgustingly peaceful about this act. His last bite had been so long ago -- he hardly remembered the specifics -- but the feelings that overwhelmed him were alike. Even his victims bore resemblance to one another... a girl similar to she with blood like strawberries and cream, bright reddish eyes and pale skin. And yet... Inori was different. Very different, peculiar and strange.

She felt... joy? This was not an act of joy, it was between predator and prey. Every girl before her blurred together, but he knew they did not like this. Not when he bit them, anyway. Sometimes, in the very few moments he had indulged to listen to his stupid older brothers, he heard Laito discuss with his usual vile smirk that girls could reach a similar sexual pleasure after enough biting. Masochism, he called it -- masochist, filthy women. But even then, Inori did not seem the type. Even in her happiness, she seemed just as lost as he in what to feel, although her realizations were enveloping him in... relief? Innocent. She was innocent--

And why did he care? Why did he continue to consider her as he took what was rightfully his? She said it herself -- he was able to be selfish with what belonged to him. But this did not feel as... right as it used to. It was still very frustrating; he shouldn't be feeling this way. He shouldn't be feeling this way at all, not for a human girl. Not for anyone, really. He didn't deserve anything of the sort, nothing like this--

But he wanted it. He wanted every part of it, selfish and hungry to feel whatever it was again and again and again and again-- Even if it would not become tangible in thought and words, his instincts pulled towards it regardless. From her arm he would release with a shallow breath before moving and driving his teeth to her neck. It was even better, here -- hotter and sweeter, less exposed to the winter's air.

"Nngh..." A natural response, one that began to feel satisfaction and something else more primal. His form curled around hers, enveloped in the touch of her hand in his hair. She was gentle, softening his ravenous hunger with careful fingers... he leaned into the touch without realizing it. Her blood was swallowed in heavy gulps as he shifted... and yet, he still felt unsatisfied. He wanted something else.

Releasing once more, he pulled away only enough to regard her face. Her joy was still visually apparent; she smiled up at him and it didn't bother him the way it used to. Was it because he felt her happiness more strongly? No, he did not feel anger towards her at all, only annoyed with himself in remaining unfulfilled somehow. How was this not enough!? She had succumbed to his advances quietly and offered only her surrender once more. He did not forget her promise and neither had she... she had cooperated unlike anyone before her. It was not enough. None of it was enough despite what he thought had been his selfishness fully realized.

A thought occurred to him and it rested against his brow in upset. Maybe he--no. No! ...It had never interested him before now... but something about it remained so appealing. The concept was troublesome. An absolute disgusting pain, a stupid human's emotion. Why did he want any part of it!? He knew it was logically a waste of time to spend on another, especially when it came to himself. He wasn't capable of this, capable with sharing himself... but this was different. In a way this was inevitable. It had only been months but the circumstances made things foreign. He hardly had noticed himself until it was happening, right now, under his control. They were connected in mind and body in nearly every way... that was why, maybe. That is what he would decide was the reason for now.

Something much more genuine seemed to work against this. For a brief moment, a warm thought would resonate that maybe--...maybe he actually did--

And his lips pressed to hers, bloodied but firm, as he attempted to discover what it was about this girl, his human prey, that made him this way.

[calledbyfate]

préface

             Enormous buildings seemed from the look of a young girl walking at              the bottom of them, the amount of books was surprising, something              she could have only seen in dreams! It doesn’t matter the location nor              the time, being able to enter into hundreds of different {  w o r l d s  }              just by tasting the thoughts of someone’s else’s ideas embodied in ink              and paper was enough to keep the calm in the new area where she had              been transferred to without her consent.

             Loneliness wasn’t a problem anymore.                                     Not now.                                              Nevermore.                                                            She hoped.

            Something that she had learned during the time she lived with her family             was the stunning way a simple meeting could change your life; wishing             from the bottom of her H E A R T for the joy of new encounters to be             created soon.

            Small feet on tip toe, the failed effort of reaching something beyond her             scope. Sight glancing around seeking for help, galaxies decorating the             optimism in her eyes in the moment they caught the presence of someone             else near to her.

               ☆*･゜ﾟ･*❝   Ah, excuse me, if it’s not too much trouble…                                 could「y o u 」help me to reach that book?   ❞  ゜ﾟ･*☆ 

[diruentem]

He desired peace and quiet.

Everyone and everything here was too fuckin' loud. Even his own thoughts were a never ending battle of conflict in which he could hardly find internal solace. His need for this seemingly unattainable calm manifested in a trip to the library... this was normally a place for Reiji and his stick in the ass manner, but he hadn't seen him in weeks and figured it would be safe to tread undetected. It was not even that he truly hated his brothers; it was simply easier to be away from them. They, like the rest of the world, were so collectively loud, irritating and stupid--

But he didn't want to think about them. Tchh, it wasn't like they ever did of him, either. He liked it better that way -- as if he didn't exist. Alone.

And here, he was virtually nonexistent. Most did not speak, especially not in this place of books and darkness, and just as he was to put his head back and close his eyes, a tiny voice caught his attention. A girl? As he reopened his eyes from where he observed against the nearby windowsill, he scowled. He was annoyed, as he usually was when people tried to talk to him -- what a crime, really, he clearly did not want to be bothered -- but it was not the same force he would have felt months ago. From that damn partner of his, as always.

He sighed heavily and his body was already moving. It seemed the influence she had over him wanted to help this tiny human girl. A pity but with anger he realized he could only comply. At least she wasn't so insufferable -- she only spoke few words and they were of an appropriate volume. Was he... softening? The thought was nauseating. Softening towards a human? The fuck was wrong with him?!

With ease, he reached the shelf and grabbed the book in question, offering it to the girl and crossing his arms as she took it.

"... ...Tchh, should pick a closer book next time." He said with his trademark pout, moving towards the windowsill once more. Wasn't that obvious? Ugh.

Hopefully that would be enough.

[diruentem]

new rp ad bc I made one weeks ago and then school kicked my butt... sorry bout that! like for a starter, capping at 3, but if you want to thread with him and missed out on this just message me and we can work something out!

[diruentem]

There is no  Redemption,

no { Salvation } 

      for someone who’s ultimate Sin

is their very   E x i s t e n c e.

[diruentem]

you and i (and no one else) ♰ inori

[assyriad]

           { ❦ } — Her intention had not been to worry him, actually quite the opposite. Unfortunately, this turn of events had been out of her hands. On any other occasion she would have had no trouble subduing her enemy but sharing a mind with another was not favorable when it came to combat. Subaru was abrasive and his thoughts worked similarly, but also vastly different at the same time. His contradictory nature made it difficult to sort out her own actions from time to time. Somehow she managed to hold her own despite the internal conflict.

           The moment her pain transferred his concern bore on her. It was miraculous how she had been able to focus on her targets with such heavy emotions resting upon her. There was an odd sense of contentment upon receiving his feelings. All this time she she had been feeling a constant push and pull, yet for this small moment she felt as if she understood. His hesitance, his harshness, and his overall rocky exterior. She was not quite sure what to make of it just yet but this realization seemed to be very significant to her. Her draw to him only became greater…

           As he approached she could feel his presence draw nearer. The pull was nearly magnetic and when he finally appeared Inori felt strangely captivated by the other. Before he even bothered to strike her pistol had been lowered. For some reason she had known that his anger would manifest in such a way and so she let him save her. In doing so she believed she would be able to give him some peace of mind. Many of his responses she had expected but the shock he had felt when he recognized her strength had come as a surprise. Her prior realization was finally coming to light.

           He was gentle.

           Contradictory to her thoughts he closed the distance between them with a keen ferocity. Knowing now that this annoyance only masked concern the singer faced him with ease as she always did. There was something so natural about their interactions. He would push and she as well, until they reached a middle group of sorts where they both could find comfort. So many unspoken sentences seemed to swim between them in the brief moment before he spoke. More contradictions, unsurprisingly. 

                                          You worry too much, you know.

           ❝No, if that’s what I was doing then wouldn’t that hurt you too? I don’t want that…❞ 

           Words brimmed with a sincerity that countered the bite to his prior statement. Her blunt nature shined through no matter the occasion. Inori did not seem to have time for embarrassment especially given their current situation. 

[diruentem]

...Worry?

It was not a concept of emotion that had ever described him before. At least not unless it had to do with his mother, and even then, it was never a matter of worrying too much. No, that woman had become his burden of concern for as long as he could remember, her condition one that forced him in constant paranoia. Too much did not exist between them. There was never any break to the way she manipulated his emotions with her instability -- it was not her fault. Never her fault. It was his, even as it hurt and hurt and h--

And yet, he loved her. Is that what it meant to worry?

Did you worry when you... lo--

Stupid.

He seemed to cast the thought away, cheeks flushing for only a moment before he forced the emotion begone with a frustrated grunt, hands balling to fists. With another huff he landed on the ground in front of her, studying her in silence with pointed eyes. And yet, he was not angry as much as he simply felt... strange. He would not admit that to some degree she was correct in her mental musings; not at all, not when the emotion itself was a wasted effort he wanted to be rid of.

Simply, he focused on other things, brows furrowed in concentration and his usual pout growing to a scowl on his lips. The scent of blood, those eyes like the pink sky of sunset as he woke from daytime slumber... he briefly softened, reaching out to grip her arm. His own grip hurt, her scarf dyed with a sweet meal that had originally left pale skin in steady flow. The complexity of his own actions showed in his face with a wave of confusion and self-imposed anger. He did not know his own strength; perhaps with shock he realized, too, his desire not to hurt her.

Did that mean something, as well? Did that mean lo--stupid stupid stu--

Again, and he grit his teeth, raising the wound to his mouth with a quick motion. The scarf was abandoned by his other hand, slipping to the ground between them virtually unnoticed. He was trained on her eyes, the smell of the blood in front of him that had slowed from the previous pressure. Right in front of him, the sweetest candy, a meal he had craved for weeks--

She had no choice. He had said this long ago... and she had agreed. She had given herself to him... but he did not want it to be so bad for her. If he could help it, she would not be his victim. Not of his destruction... different. She was different. There was something and he wanted to be a part of whatever that fuckin' something was--

A vampire, showing this mercy. A vampire, hesitating--

Surely. Surely. Surely, that meant--

His fangs sunk into the wound, tongue running along the excess that had began to pool before actually taking more from her. The taste was unlike anything before it -- because it had been so long or because hers was particularly enticing? He ignored the way his own arm throbbed, a low groan deep in his throat rumbling against his chest. She was pulled closer, then, an arm around her waist as he bit harder. It was delicious, more satisfying than he could have imagined just from his small taste weeks before--

                                                          ... .... .... ...I..nori.

He was apologetic.

[diruentem]

you and i (and no one else) ♰ inori

[assyriad]

           { ❦ } — There was an incredible resilience about the girl. For weeks now she could feel every tug, every push away towards. Sometimes she was sure he was fighting against her but after their minds had truly become one she knew better. Subaru. he himself was causing just as much conflict as her intrusion. His concerns had become her own and yet they had chosen to remedy this issue by separating themselves. The distance did no good, actually it was possible that it only made it worse. Each day she reached out and was met with resistance, but she too feared the consequences of letting her partner become invested in her demons. 

           He would soon realize her thoughts carried like a song. Unlike his abrupt breaks her’s flowed in a melody of wanting. It was a song that was clear to everyone but herself. The soft notes and smooth crescendoes playing a silent symphony that was only heard by those willing to listen. There was only a single lyric and it rebounded and echoed. Subaru.

           Thoughts of the war had subsided. She could not find the strength to live in the past when the present was taking such a tole on her heart. Before she had left she had been on the brink of a resolution and now her progress had diminished. The reality she had established had crumbled before her and now the only thing she was certain that was tangible and real was him. She could not let go, she would not let go because he…he was her reality.

           Alive, they were alive, she was alive. Blood pumped feverishly through her veins. Liquid life that was no longer solely her own. She could feel him in every beat of her heart as if his hands were wrapped around her chest. Another added weight yet this was one she wished to endure. He was under her skin but she knew good and well that she had found her way under his as well. 

           Wandering out into the unknown had been inevitable. Naturally, the whole event had been orchestrated and as test subjects their role was to play into such. As players dispersed Inori soon found herself alone among the falling snow. Hardly dressed for the occasion the thin girl shivered as a brisk December breeze rolled by; along with it came a group of attackers. Inori seemed to be a perfect target, a thin, pretty girl all alone. It should have been easy but she made herself impossible to pursue. A man was dead before the others could even pull out there weapons. Battle reflexes had kicked in and a pistol had been pulled out of the lining of her skirt the moment she heard footsteps. 

          Inori.

 Don’t move.

           Finally, a reply, but at the most inconvenient time. The sudden ringing of his voice in her mind had distracted her for a moment allowing one of her pursuers an opening to strike. Before she could react the blade had made contact with her arm but only for a moment. A gun was aimed at the woman’s chest before she could do any extensive damage. With a bang another body fell to the crimson stained snow below.

I’ll be waiting 

                        Subaru.

           Tying her wound with her scarf she then approached her last pursuer, who was now running in the opposite direction. There was no need to chase them any further…she never missed a moving target. 

[diruentem]

Her reply, of course, came quickly. There was a wash of relief in her words and he felt strange. Was this... guilt? He didn't much care for the emotion -- it was a waste, really, especially in such minor form -- but there it was like a small tug attempting to bring him closer to the ground. As fast as it approached, he noticed it went away, perhaps in knowing she remained still--

--The fuck?

A tinge of pain; he felt it in his arm as he flew amongst the trees attempting to find her. The scent of blood came after -- her blood he knew well enough to detect -- and he grit his teeth. An attack!? It was not panic but anger that hit him next, his pace quickening. Damn girl was already in trouble. What a fuckin' pain! And yet something about her resolve seemed foreign. From her, this was... new. She did not feel fear and hardly paid attention to what throbbed in her arm. Her thoughts moved quickly, focusing on... targets? His ears pricked as gunshots mixed with footfalls and bodies colliding with earth.

She was fighting.

The realization came as a shock. She was... capable. Capable enough to attempt to fight. He didn't expect that whatsoever, to be honest; in way, he was impressed, but he'd never fuckin' tell. Too much trouble. Following the way the sweetness of her blood carried in the air, he noticed she wasn't too far away. ...It had been too long since his last meal. Like saccharine candy, the necessary nectar of his kind--no. Not yet.

Closer and closer. He could hear her breathing, faster than normal but not nearly as quick as what he assumed was the last of the enemy group. His anger grew; the fuck did they think they were, allowing her blood to drop like this!? It seemed he would make a late appearance, one of rage and revenge. Finally, rounding a corner, he allowed his weightless form to catch the edge of a tree branch, propelling his body forward. Within seconds he had connected his feet with the other's back, the sheer force of the action and his own strength sending the target barreling into a nearby tree. Limp and unmoving.

Now, only silence as he faced her.

Even after weeks of little to no contact verbally or visually... she still looked just the same. Those eyes--

                                                 Are you--What hap--Do you--

"... ...Tchh. Tryin' to get yourself killed?"

It did not possess nearly as much bite as he used to deliver, a result of many things he still did and would not realize just yet. He could hardly understand himself, after all, his conscious a constant battle of discourse and misunderstanding. Much less would he be able to comprehend the effect a person like her already had on him... and yet. It was something. He knew there was... something.

Frustrating.

[diruentem]

you and i (and no one else) ♰ inori

Subaru.

A name he had long detested simply because it belonged to him; a gift from his mother, his mother who hated him. In this sense, it was a gift he did not want. . . and he never wanted anything, really. He lacked desire, lacked wanting. . . what was he but an empty shell? Despicably terrible, a problem that could not be fixed. Could not be understood. What was there to understand but everything he wasn't? Unfixable, undeserving of this immortality, he hated to live and too cowardly to die--

His own name, a constant in his head. . . because it was a constant in hers. His name, spoken from a voice that resembled roses. Pink and soft if he dared to touch with his fingertips; did he still possess that care in such rigid hands? Like a passing wind, gentle yet hardly making a sound. A different universe appeared in the swells where a heart could exist just by listening.

He. . . listened. He had no choice. This was the newest development, one that forced them closer together than he could ever imagine. It was no longer simply a feeling, a romanticized version of what they could possibly be thinking. It was voices. . . Her voice.

In his head of hesitation and doubt, Inori joined his mother like a ghost, but she was not dead. They sometimes spoke together, unaware of the other but similar enough to drive a dagger through his chest.

                                                          Subaru. . .

She was very much alive. Especially now, she spoke and he felt the pain of searching. Of worry and critical thinking; problem solving, perhaps. He was not always so methodical but she was maternal and different. Her concern held the weight of clarity; her senses were heightened, perhaps in conjunction with his own. The full moon scratched and clawed at his skin. A monster that wanted its time to awaken. . . like many things, he attempted to swallow it back. Not yet, not now. His temper had significantly dulled in these months, sometimes hardly there to begin with. He hardly noticed himself, overcome with calm that had become more typical with each passing day. Rapidly, he was changing; alarmingly so after so many years of living only one way. He would not know that this is what it meant to be tied to someone so empty.

No, she was so full. Full of something. . . . something he hadn't felt before.

It frustrated him.

But despite what had become question after question of internal conflict, it would have to wait. The news had followed of this. . . event of sorts had become the priority. He didn't much care for a reward, especially not from the fuckin' asshole that ran this fucked up little operation. How annoying and predictable; there was no way it could possibly be anything good and whoever thought so deserved whatever trauma they'd receive for being such an idiot. But nevertheless, he had wandered towards "freedom" almost automatically, just as everyone else had, having heard her even then doing the same. His conscious thoughts and desires did not matter: his body wanted to move and now his body needed to find her.

                                                                                                                                          Inori.

                                                                                                                              Don't move.

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[diruentem]

like for a starter from this abrasive vampire tsundere... capping at 3!!

[diruentem]

temper tantrum ♰ kou

It had smelled like hot garbage upon his entrance here... and it seemed Subaru would finally learn why.

He didn't much care for nobility arguments, for... well, who gives a fuck? For the most part it really didn't matter; with the heir to the throne of vampirism as uncaring as possible, what reason did Subaru really have to concern himself with anything more complicated than that? Not that that even mattered to him in the slightest -- his brothers hardly gave two shits for him, after all. The feeling was mutual and Shuu, like the rest of them, could do whatever his stupid apathetic little self desired. But even he couldn't deny a certain... prejudice that had often presented itself as of late. A prejudice he shared with his brothers simply for their identical pedigree.

Ah, yes. The muddy half breeds, humans turned vampires as a part of his father's handiwork. Truly disgusting. His father was a fuckin' prick but even then he didn't think the bastard would be stupid enough to do something like this. Anything for his schemes to move forward, right? Because of his father, the man he hated with all of his nonexistent heart, the Sakamakis and the Mukamis had spent a painful amount of time with one another... strictly speaking, they had to spend more than one minute in each other's company. That was more than enough for Subaru, and yet it seemed he couldn't even escape them here. Just great. Thanks, Dad -- fuck you too.

And of course it would be the worst one of all. The worst of the Mukamis right in front of his fuckin' face! It had been an accident, really; he had simply wanted something to eat, unnerved by Inori's constant worries and his own colliding in his subconscious worse than usual. He wasn't even particularly interested in the food itself, but an innocent snack had quickly become his worst god damned nightmare. He was in absolutely no condition to deal with this -- whose fuckin' prank was this!? It was too late to run -- he was already spotted -- and all he could do was exhale heavily.

Maybe if he didn't make eye contact, he would disappear. One could only hope for fuck's sake that he would be spared this time.

Just this once.