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“…What kind of rubbish is this?”
“It’s just a good spirited debate!”
im gonna be moving komaeda to my multi for now. i only want to write him with a few people anyways so
“Magic ice wife is back. No one else talk to me.”
naivety:
AND HOW she reveres him , even now , even in the darkest of moments , even when she doesn’t — it runs in her blood , this adoration . it runs with sinking fear in her stomach : that even through the sweetness of words and kindness of touches , she tenses — like she’s afraid that the RUG will be ripped out from underneath her ; cards never falling in her favor . it’s a fear , for now and forever .
golden laughter tumbles from her lips as her boyfriend showers her in kisses , and it’s only PARTLY because she’s ticklish . ❛ i’ll spend forever and more with you , ❜ monika says seriously , hand reaching up to cup and stroke his cheek gently , ❛ … you made me … whole again , ❜ but saying it out loud tastes like a lie dipped in honey , ( grey skies and gentle lies , darling , you had never been whole to start with ) gentle pause , purse of her lips , emerald eyes to gauge his reaction , as if unsure of what she’s doing to be okay . ❛ and … i’m scared of loving you too much , ❜ another laugh , ❛ because i want to be selfish , and keep you all to … myself . ❜
her laughter is almost like the chiming of bells, something that makes him only want to worship more--of course, he shouldn’t be allowed to be in a church, as he’s never been a holy man, but she’s something that could make him pray, though her legs would be his altar in the end. (as if she’d even want that from him.) this has been good luck all the way, fortune striking him a positive manner for once that he doesn’t think forever is possible for him, not with his ailing health--not with his bad luck.
monika will get bored, that much komaeda is certain and when the time comes, he’ll plaster on a false smile and words will drop from his lips, i told you so, but until that time comes.
he’s happy.
“you’re allowed to be selfish, you know.” he leans into her touch, “i wouldn’t mind you keeping me all to yourself.”
naivety:
LEANS into his touch : he’s home . now , and for however long he’ll have her , he’s home . smile curls upon lips at sweet affection , knowing that it’s a SMALL win — somehow , he’s able to read her like an open book ( although , she wasn’t being quite subtle either ) . through emerald , she meets his gaze , still a small smile on her face , but it fades in some kind of adoration when he speaks . it makes her heart weak . wish he wouldn’t have such a weakness like her —
❛ you’re kidding , right ? ❜ silver laughter tumbles from her lips , hands reaching up to hold them in hers , settling them in lap if only for comfort , ❛ … i’ll need you even when i say i don’t . are we sure you’re not the poet between the TWO of us ? ❜ presses gentle kiss to his cheek , ❛ for as LONG as you’ll have me , and even after that — i’ll need you . ❜
with her delicate hands holding his, it’s their home--no matter what path they decide to carve out, nagito’s always imagined it with monika by his side. selfishly, bitterly, he wants her all to herself and won’t admit that he’s not even worthy of this. that smile is something he wishes he could keep with him, that look on her face--he’s always loved her smile, always loved that laugh that’s saccharine to his ears.
“no, no. i’m not kidding.” he presses another kiss to her forehead, pausing for a moment before peppering her face with tiny kisses, lips twisted into a smile as he processes her words. a small laugh escapes him, “well, i guess you’re stuck with me forever, but i wouldn’t mind forever. not if it’s with you.”
naivety:
remains with this air of 𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑭𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 , although all tenseness escapes her body at the term of affection , and it takes ALL that she has not to be the weak - kneed girl she always tends to be . Y͕̦̖̝ͣ͆̓͐̏̽̀O̱͍͚̩̻͊͆͒ͬͥ͠ͅU̲͍͕̟͆̂͗ͥ̊͝'͓͑̐͋̅ͫ͘Ȑ̟̳̮̖̅ͬ̉͂̚E̡̅̀ ̳͍̩̫̭̳̆́̾̓ͣͅ ͈͍͍͖̪ͤ̏̓̏̓͂ͅS̏̏ͦ̂̃̂Ů̞͖̳͆ͥͪ̚C̸͇̟͓͇̗͕ͣ̉͆̓ͧ͆H͗ͤ̾̏ͯ ̹̻͈͍͕̖͍̈ͪ͊ͯ̈́̉ ̣͗̓A̪̥̭̱̾ͬ̈͑ ̡̹̻̪̗̗ͧ̌͂̚ ̱͓͛ͪͪͧ̇̋̚S͖͔̠̠ͪ̿U̻͍̼͇̫̇C͚͖̬͎̘̥͎͌ͦ̉̅͘K͎̳̈̆̈̾̓̿̚Ĕ̖͜R̲̪̻̘̪̣͆̌ͅ ̛̦͕̥̯̫̱͕̍ ̂ͬF͒̆̔̆ͤ̚O͕͙̭̖̘ͅR͈ͭ̇ͯ̈́ ̹̜̦͓̖̌̅ ͍͊ͮH̪͍ͭ͘I̾͆ͬͤͫ͊̀M̷̰̠̘̰̤͔̹̎̋ͧ ͚̄͐͠ ̹̟͎̮̬̱ͪͬ͛̑͞.̞̠̪̩̣̰̀ͣ͆̾̓ͫ ❛ — i … you certainly didn’t seem to struggle to do it earlier , ❜ gentle pout comes to glossed lips , as she fiddles with the edge of her school issued uniform .
❛ it’s whatever . i don’t … NEED your attention 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 . ❜ ( y͉̜̙̯͎̖o̴͖͎̟͉̱̬u̙̜̰̳͢'̼re̱̼̺̭̣̭̝ ̶̲͉ ̟̮̠̠̕s͎u̷͖̠̠͉͔̲c̮h̵̦̘̰̮̲̺ ͕ ̵͍͈̬̳̯ͅạ̠̱͖͓ ͉̗̳ ͘f͏͔̱̝̗ͅͅu̼̦c̡̙̥̘͍k̡̻͍͉̯̖̯i͉̳͔͕͇̮ͅn̪g ͍l̴̘i̵̭͓͙̪͈̠͇a̷r̴͕͈̲͔ ̷̰͎̼͖ͅ ̜̱̬̬,̤̰̦̖͓̮ ̱͚̠͓̥͘ ̷͕̼ṃ̳̤̯̟o͕̠̯͙̲n̫͖̦̪͍͕i͉̜̦̘̙k̖̝a̮̳͓̯̼͠ ͖̫̣̙̕ ̸͚̦͙̦ .̴̺̬̰̰ͅ)
“...that wasn’t ignoring you.”
a snicker escapes him once again, though it’s easier for him to stop the stream of laughter that threatens to come out--moving forward to cup her face in his hands, to place his lips against her forehead in a gesture of affection as he hums happily. the right corner of his lips is twisted upwards, into a smirk as he looks down at his pouting girlfriend with awe clear in his eyes.
“i think there’s been a misunderstanding here; clearly you don’t need me, i’m the one who needs you. i thought that was obvious.”
B̠̤̦̭RA̶̲͔͖͔T̤̻̰̻̤̜̠͠ ͉͉̗͕ ̳̯̫.̛̞͖̲̠͓ ̧͓ ͉W͢H͚̗͓̤A͠T̙͖̕ ̫̲̣ ̨A̛̠̯̠ ̱̲̖̼̙̤̠ ͓͖͚͎̭B̺͍̘̯̮͉͙͞R͔͚̲̘̗͙̪A̪̹͖̣̰̳T̜̘̖ͅ ̨̝͈̬͈ͅ ̞͍̬̭͔̺̬Y̦̜̪̙͕͕O̤͍̥U̹̳ ̭ ͔̝͈AR͏̱̫͎̙͇E҉̯̫̮̖̱ ̞̭͜ ͓͕͍͠—̨̪̲̟̟̩͙̮ ! 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 for such a look to grace softened features , something so irritable and red that her hair dulls in comparison : envy . or is it 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 ? hands fix white bow to make it nothing short of PRISTINE , green eyes deadset on 𝐡𝐢𝐦 as arms fold over her chest . VENOM oozes out from every word she has T̝A̞̖̫̝͍I̡̮̯̯Ṉ̡T̝͓͙̱͙̯E̼̖̻͎͟D̵ ̷͔̙͍͎̩͍ ͍,̴̱̦̙͔̮͉͚ ̶̰ ̡̯̪̩̥̫Ţ͔̪̞A͓̮Ì̼Ǹ̺̞T̴̞̭̭̱̦̮͔E͇͉͔D̬̘̮̺̪ͅ ̘̩̪ ̙̰̪̲B̸I̦̲ͅȚ̶̯͈C̢H͎̖̩͖̗̥͙ ҉̤͔̻̭͇ ͓͠—̙̣̮͇ , even audible behind ( fools gold ) en notes that float in her voice .
❛ — what do you want , komaeda ? i thought you were still had some ‘ ignoring me ‘ to do . ❜
@fortunefucked 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.
it would have been more subtle if she stabbed him, though--it’s not like he minds. it’s just surprising to see such a reaction from her, for something so trivial as komaeda would put it--no reason for envy to have taken hold of her, but such emotions like that have always been rather prominent in him.
but him, ignoring her?
laughter bubbles out of his lips for a moment, his arms wrapping around his middle to steady himself.
“do you seriously think i’m capable of ignoring you, dear heart?”
Welcome to DEATH CITY. Buried in the remote avenues of Nevada’s deserts, the sands of time run in abundance – every inch of this macabre and eccentric city holds a rich history spanning across the countless centuries. Although it’s colorful and checkered roots build the foundation of its beliefs, a new philosophy has been inaugurated, set in stone for a brighter future. Long gone is the old way of order, previously upheld by the former Shinigami – in its place, his son, Death the Kidd, carries out a more pragmatic ideal. His experiences in life had left him with a more open mind, and in his reign as the new God of Order, he seeks nothing more than a way to balance humanity. Initially faced with difficulty post-war, courage would guide him through aiding those affected by the aftereffects of the war against the Kishin, Asura.
Now, thirteen years later, his efforts have come to fruition. With the feud between humanity and those of the Witch Order settled, those of their kind – among many others – are welcomed to Shibusen with open arms. A new era of peace has been ushered in, greatly received by all – for the most part, things would be considered ‘precise and perfect.’ But with the moon still encased in Black Blood leaving darkened nights, and the original heroes taking their own paths in life, how long will it last…?
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Soul Eater Encore is a brand new OPEN GROUP VERSE that takes place 13 years after the ending of the series’ manga. Our verse’s timeline takes elements from both the manga and anime and combines them alongside a few changes of our own creation, in hopes of telling a new story. You can read more about the timeline changes HERE ! This is not our first time running a group verse either, so rest-assured it’s run by well-experienced staff!
On the 31st of October, your muse makes their way into the infamous Death City. Their purpose lies entirely in your hands – whether they attend as a DWMA student, an instructor, a simple towny, or something more is entirely up to you. Regardless of how they came to be in the city & why, they now find themselves immersed in all that it has to offer– good & bad alike. Although many years have passed, Kishin Eggs still run rampant throughout the world, clinging desperately to their dangerous ideals & pursuits of power – and as always, DWMA is there to bring them down to maintain order. Will you fall to madness? Or will you uphold order?
No knowledge of Soul Eater is required to be a part of the verse, but those both unfamiliar and familiar are encouraged to join. Due to Soul Eater’s nature, some content within the verse can be considered triggering! Anything that is gruesome, violent and within the realm of death will be tagged & censored accordingly, along with other requested triggers. This is your warning for those subjects. If you have any questions about things that aren’t in the FAQ, feel free to send an ask or IM!
Additionally, the verse mainly takes place in our very own Discord server, so please join it once your application is accepted!
Welcome to DEATH CITY. Buried in the remote avenues of Nevada’s deserts, the sands of time run in abundance – every inch of this macabre and eccentric city holds a rich history spanning across the countless centuries. Although it’s colorful and checkered roots build the foundation of its beliefs, a new philosophy has been inaugurated, set in stone for a brighter future. Long gone is the old way of order, previously upheld by the former Shinigami – in its place, his son, Death the Kidd, carries out a more pragmatic ideal. His experiences in life had left him with a more open mind, and in his reign as the new God of Order, he seeks nothing more than a way to balance humanity. Initially faced with difficulty post-war, courage would guide him through aiding those affected by the aftereffects of the war against the Kishin, Asura.
Now, thirteen years later, his efforts have come to fruition. With the feud between humanity and those of the Witch Order settled, those of their kind – among many others – are welcomed to Shibusen with open arms. A new era of peace has been ushered in, greatly received by all – for the most part, things would be considered ‘precise and perfect.’ But with the moon still encased in Black Blood leaving darkened nights, and the original heroes taking their own paths in life, how long will it last…?
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RULES | APPLICATION | STORY | FAQ | ASK | SUBMIT
Soul Eater Encore is a brand new OPEN GROUP VERSE that takes place 13 years after the ending of the series’ manga. Our verse’s timeline takes elements from both the manga and anime and combines them alongside a few changes of our own creation, in hopes of telling a new story. You can read more about the timeline changes HERE ! This is not our first time running a group verse either, so rest-assured it’s run by well-experienced staff!
On the 31st of October, your muse makes their way into the infamous Death City. Their purpose lies entirely in your hands – whether they attend as a DWMA student, an instructor, a simple towny, or something more is entirely up to you. Regardless of how they came to be in the city & why, they now find themselves immersed in all that it has to offer– good & bad alike. Although many years have passed, Kishin Eggs still run rampant throughout the world, clinging desperately to their dangerous ideals & pursuits of power – and as always, DWMA is there to bring them down to maintain order. Will you fall to madness? Or will you uphold order?
No knowledge of Soul Eater is required to be a part of the verse, but those both unfamiliar and familiar are encouraged to join. Due to Soul Eater’s nature, some content within the verse can be considered triggering! Anything that is gruesome, violent and within the realm of death will be tagged & censored accordingly, along with other requested triggers. This is your warning for those subjects. If you have any questions about things that aren’t in the FAQ, feel free to send an ask or IM!
Additionally, the verse mainly takes place in our very own Discord server, so please join it once your application is accepted!
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Public Callout: Paradox, Blue, Jay, Bird
This is a public callout post for users Paradox (@mournins ; @beliisms), Blue (@divinebetrayed ; @halcyonfought), Jay (@loyalbetrayed) and Bird (@soulsbetrayed). They are active in the fandoms Persona, Fire Emblem, Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Danganronpa, and Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Survivor.
Never in my 15 years of roleplaying have I met a group of abusers and enablers so toxic, and this post is a PSA so that I can hopefully keep others from falling into their hands. Please blacklist them ALL for your own safety, however, DO NOT ENGAGE THEM WITH HARASSMENT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.
Keep in mind, Paradox’s actions are so egregious, he is already getting charges pressed against him by two different people he abused so far, and more may be on the horizon. The rest all enable this behavior and defend him despite all that he’s done to harm them and people they previously called friends. While this callout has snapshots of receipts proving our claims sprinkled in at the mention of them, for full transparency, the full comment chains will be uploaded at the end so that context for everything will be supplied, with censoring only provided for those who have nothing to do with the conflict and wish to be left out of it.
Strong trigger warning for mob mentality, mental and emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, emotional neglect, transphobia, pedophilia, ableism, and a lot more. Details under the cut. (7,300+ words, be mindful)
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normallcy:
❛ don’t ! don’t — say that , ❜ to turn on her heel and face him , soft hands to take murderous in her’s , but it feels nothing short of RIGHT . in this entire damn facade game bullshit they’ve stuck her and her classmates in , he’s the only thing that’s ever felt right . like PUZZLE PIECES snapping together just ever so perfectly . ❛ you’re not ugly , nor useless . you are , ❜ monika’s hands almost just barely cup his cheeks , but it’s like she’s afraid he might shatter if she says anything too quickly , touches him enough to bruise ( but baby , you’re the one who’s more prone to shattering : not lion man in front of you , his hands could be wrapped around your throat and you’d still love him ) , ❛ beautiful . in every sense of the word . i swear to you . ❜
reverence is heavy in her words , ready to draw vein at the word if he’d ask , if he’d ask , if ONLY he’d ask . ❛ you flatter me baby , really , ❜ she says a bit too innocently , saccharine thick and laid only down for him . hands fall , and squeeze his gently . ❛ but anything you ask i’ll deliver . ❜ a pause . a moment . green eyes to gauge his countenance , flickers to his LIPS , ❛ — if you have the COURAGE to ask . ❜ AND THERE’S no malice , only some kind of teasing .
he’s not sure how to feel about that; well, more sure how he’s supposed to feel about that--most would take such a declaration in stride, but for him? it’s something that makes concern dawn within him and it’s something that he doesn’t like; not when she knows better than him, when she ranks on the hierarchy so much higher than him that he couldn’t even compare.
he looks as if her as if a goddess had shown up before him; the way someone would look as if they were in worship at church, as her delicate hands just barely hold his cheeks within them. like he had said, much too valuable for him to risk in this game of chess he intended to play with their classmates--his life up for grabs in the case they wanted to take the risk and try to escape, though the person he really wishes would take up this offer is in front of him and he knows, he knows she would never take him up on that.
brooding for a moment; but then saccharine smile appears on his lips.
“well then; i have the simplest of requests for a start.”
“kiss me?”
𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏. 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. * / @fortunefucked !
PDA. monika’s extremely into pda , regardless of whatever verse they’re in , but it’s never gross , but very touchy feely , and physical reassurances that she’s still there , and that he’s still there — like he might slip away through her fingers . there are times where she’ll cup his cheeks in her hands and go on her tippy toes to kiss him , but it’s never like , full on , high schoolers in the hallway eating each other’s faces.
also with this is just monika … constantly complimenting him . always . she refuses to accept anything less than that .
DR2. on the island , she probably never tells him what her ultimate is and he finds out through the FINAL DEATH ROOM reward about it and it’s not inherently a big argument but it causes a rift between the two , almost her avoiding him despite her feelings towards him .
uwu before chapter five monika knocks on his door to finally apologize and it’s the middle of the night and after she apologizes she kisses him like she’s never going to see him again and even says i love you before returning back to her own place .
don’t even get me started on what happens in chapter five . it HONEST to god kills her , breaks her fucking heart about what happened to him . it’s almost a heart wrenching scream that leaves her body when she finds him dead and she has to be pulled away kicking and screaming by akane and she’s literally fucking useless in the trial and only really used in one of the truth bullets section for “monika’s account” where it says that she had seen komaeda last night and he was acting weird.
BEAUTY PRODUCTS. monika has a bunch of scented lotions / shampoos ( think bed bath n body works ) that kind of just takes over their shower / bath and a part of me is inclined to say that komaeda might start using some out of convenience if he runs out of his own stuff .
if she goes to LUSH to replenish some stuff , she’ll pick up several bath bombs for him and she says its for him but rly she just likes the way it makes the bathroom smell LMFAO ( but she likes treating him too ! )
GROSS. they’re … literally so condescending towards some people it’s … tragic. they definitely have the tendency to rub off on each other on negative ways , and can look down upon people especially away from the face of a crowd ( in private ). for nagito you get that look of condescension esp w hajime and him finding out he’s a reserve course studnet , but with monika it’s an eerie flip , where it goes from sheepish to blunt to downright disrespectful , when bad mouthing others in front of a character / especially to komaeda .
speaking of gross , if they ever made a murder plan , it’d be over for y’all !
normallcy:
OH , the effect he has on her is visible , shiver running down her spine at his gaze , wanting to SQUIRM , but stays eerily still , like a TROPHY awaiting to be taken down the shelf : waiting for permission to MOVE . ( and pet name does nothing to alleviate the SITUATION , instead douses flame with gasoline and sparks her up . ) when allowed entrance , she STEPS into the lion’s den . it’s no DIFFERENT than her cottage , but traces of him linger everywhere , even if it doesn’t seem so . feels it in her BONES . FEAR should run through her body , like ice , but wraps her arms around herself , there’s NO fear . ( or so she convinces herself : even love will blind her to danger . even now . especially now . )
❛ — i could’ve — !! ❜ what ? broken coded girl barely knows herself and what prowess she HOLDS , let alone what she could do . she’s … NOTHING . ❛ i could’ve HELPED , ❜ she offers up vaguely , as if ready to TAKE a knife for his name , which is nothing short of what she’d DO for him if he’d asked . gentle SIGH to defuse herself from anxiety boiling beneath her skin , ❛ i would’ve done it . FOR YOU . ❜ simple , and turns to FACE him . ❛ what if the IDIOTS in the class had gotten it wrong , ko ? ❜ AND HER OWN condescension towards her classmates sounds eerily SIMILAR to his , but it seems she’d easily follow him into hell if he all but asked KINDLY . ❛ you would’ve been GONE . i can’t … i can’t live … ❜ without you is left off , dies out in her voice . ❛ i would’ve HELPED if you asked . ❜
and in the lions’ den, it looks like a chimera has taken root--lion and viper combined as he watches her with those eyes of his, calculating every step of his, though she? she is something he can’t predict; not fully at the very least, that’s not where his talent lies after all--he’s lucky and he holds that within his hands; moldable to its’ very core, to his very whims of want and need.
what could she do? the very words slipping out of his mouth are enough for komaeda to chuckle; a fond look settling within his gaze, as he looks over with something akin to affection. “you shouldn’t be willing to do that for me, dearest, but that’s just my opinion--selling your soul for something as ugly as me? something as useless?”
unthinkable.
“i could never ask that of you and that much will always be true--you’re too valuable for that.”
IT’S NO DOUBT a dangerous line to skate : him known to be that sinned just almost murderer , not much of anger that he sparks up like blazing fire but black cast iron , her fingers BEGGING for a touch only to get burned anyways . steals towards the darkness like a THIEF in the NIGHT , asking for a knife at the THROAT after monokuma’s announcement . ( golden girl turned molten lava : mission branded into her mind , ANSWERS . she wants answers . )
BUT IT’S hard to speak when green eyes catch countenance she’s come to adore : twistedness and sacrificial hope lamb he hopes to be , he’s always been MORE . more to her . he drips with something DISGUSTING , drips with the sins she’s committed in life past , but it falls away from her lips at the MERE sight of him . god . she’s become a martyr . he could just as easily be the one to try and WRAP hands around her throat , he’s shown no mercy towards this byakuya character , she should be no different . she’s prey . easy to take . IT ALL goes out the window at the sight of him . it’s over for her . he had his control over her the moment they stole glances at each other on the beach .
❛ YOU COULD’VE done better . you should’ve — ❜ should have what ? asked her to help ? broken girl , doesn’t even know who she is ? instead , takes a deep inhale , closes her eyes gently . ❛ … god . i missed you , ko . ❜
𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀 & 𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐀. * / 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙. / @fortunefucked !
sacrificial lamb indeed; if he were allowed to become it, there would be no doubt in his mind, that he’d be able to save one of them and allow them to escape this island of despair, not even by the skin of his teeth--it’d be easy, for him and whoever would be willing to make a bargain between him, his devil’s luck and themselves, but of course, those who stand on those pedestals would never stoop so low to rely on him, now would they?
a pity; though he’s surprised, for the briefest of moments, to see that the club president had paid him a visit--mercy would be the kindest thing here, but komaeda doesn’t intend to play by the rules--they’ve exchanged hearts from that first moment on the beach; a piece of him that will never be his again, and the luckster had never encountered something like that before--they drip with sins’ ichor that komaeda can’t pin down, not yet.
“ah--”he begins, taking a breath as his eyes trail over her, much like a snake waiting to pounce for prey. “i could have done better? how so, love?” and the spider moves aside; to offer her passage into his web.
“i missed you too.”
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Would she care if it felt like a cage? No. Why? Because Komaeda is now with the good guys. He can get help, proper care…and while she didn’t entirely agree, there was also a chance to speak with him, study his emotional state, use him for (harmless) research and go from there in order to find a way to treat the severe sense of despair… Of course…if Yunneth really wanted to, she could study forbidden magic, sacrifice some humanity, and erase his memories. But that would take time she does not have and to throw away her own mental progress that she had been making since middle school. Not only that, there was the moral implications. Besides…it would make her no different than Junko. No. She refuses to be compared to such a woman. The raven will help Komaeda and help end this world wide pandemic without crossing that border between human and devil.
Taking out the future card, instead of showing it to Komaeda, she would leave it down. Taking the first three random cards (also facing down), she would show them to the other before setting them down under the first three.
“Pick one of the three that speaks to you most. It does not matter if you cannot see what’s underneath.”
Nothing better than a caged bird so he would say--There was no freedom involved, but there was comfort. There was just no satisfaction to it, no fun in it all when all he desperately craved was to run amok and sing the prophecies, and find that new spark of despair to make HOPE rise from the ashes of it, like a phoenix.
It wouldn’t happen yet, but he would bide his time until his freedom was either bought or he found his own way out--Be the villain or be the hero that people will write about or at least, be the person who shaped either.
Pick one of three--
He’ll pick the one to the uttermost right, having closed his eyes before he had even reached.