Dead groaned a little as Usagi shifted his body a little. As he sniffed her, she felt his gentle breath tickle against her pale skin, her wings giving a twitch at this new sensation. She groaned some more as he continued to sniff then swatted her hand against the side of his face with a hard smack! The entity widely opened her eyes when she realized what she smacked was bigger than a fly. Her eyes opened and saw what she hit wasn’t a mere fly but her dear Usagi!
“Oh, my gods! Are you okay? Does it hurt? I mean obviously a slap hurts but still!” She rambled on as she grabbed his face and inspected the little red mark she left behind. How could the entity be so stupid and lay her hands on her favorite serial killer ever? She will never forgive herself if she made Usagi cry. “There’s no blood right? Should I get some ice? Oh, my darling, I’m super, super sorry!”
Dead crawled over his frame to go to the kitchen and get some ice for the damage she caused. Her hands weren’t going to be cold enough for him. They already caused enough damage!
In just a couple of minutes, Dead would return with ice and laid it on the mark on his face. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Oh, gods…” Her bottom lip quivered and her wings fell to the side. The entity couldn’t even look at him! She understood if Usagi wouldn’t accept her apology or if he got angry with her.
There was an extended ellipsis indicating utter speechlessness as she cupped his face and inspected him; his pointy teeth chattering like speedy typewriter noises. His expression was a mishmash mixture of three different emotions: Confused, hurt and angry. When she left the room, a dumbfounded warrior was left unattended just darting her missing presence a thousand-yard stare. 𝐀 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. Is this what a traumatized soldier going through war-like flashbacks feels like ? Usagi’s been through many, many, many fights, but this felt different. This felt like. . . betrayal.
At first, he’s simply sitting alone in his tiny little universe, like he’s waiting for someone to come find him, until a sudden burst of murderous energy overtakes him whole. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲-𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞. When she comes back, her action of dashing towards him prompts him into a battle stance, ready to attack; expecting another attempt to hit him. Time seemed to slow down as her hand reaches closer and closer to his face. Though, what was met wasn’t a slap. It was oddly comforting. Cold, but not painful. No one’s ever tended to his wounds before. At least, not with so much guilt and concern on their face.
His whole demeanor completely switches by just a blink. He’s never heard such a mournful apology before either. Usually it’s said, from experience, with sarcasm or out of fear of being his next “ friendly ” victim. There was a moment of stunned silence just like earlier. Friends apologize to each other when one of them has done something wrong. At least, that’s how he viewed it when spending time idly watching people. 𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭. He controls his zombie puppets like they are one with him, after all. Therefore, he mimics. Perhaps, this was an attempt at making their bond feel like they’re sharing a soul like with his obedient subordinates. An attempt at making this feel like what he’s been used to. ❝ . . . . 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚. ❞ He didn’t really know what he was apologizing for, but there was something about this exchange that truly felt like it was missing in his life until now. It came off more like Usagi was copying what she said; as if she taught him a new word.
