&&; ink sticks to my hands.

hello world! // hello charlotte!

[bunchofrpmemes]

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[fuuthedarkoverlord]

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I don’t know if any of you have heard of the little indie game called Dreaming Mary by the people over at dreaming-games, but good god you need to get it and play it and revel in its glory and absolutely lovely soundtrack.

[etherane]

keep it together, everyone’s watching / false gods / people I’ve failed (to understand)

[inkhands-blog1]

kyutana.

           HE LETS HER FORCE the arm from his grip without fight nor any sign of resistance in return, taking to stare her down instead. she’s young ; still a child, by the looks of it  scared, alone, confused. unfortunately for him, he already knows every face && appearing feature of those that live in kanna village, && it’s made clear that she is not one of them  ( she does not belong, in a sense.  something about her feels OFF, foreign. )

          IT’S NOT THE SAME feeling that he would give the villagers, or that they give to him. instead, she gives off the sense of otherworldly. for now, he ignores it. 

          INSTEAD, HE STUDIES HER. silently as seconds pass by, as she trembles, arm clutched tightly to her chest as if letting it be at her side would result in catastrophe. it’s not too much different from what he’s seen time && time again, having become nothing less than normal.  ( let them fear him, shake in their fright && stand with anxious eyes, focused on the presented danger of an unpredictable samurai. )

          THE WOMAN WOULD DAMN him if he was to leave her in the rocky terrain, left to her own devices && no solid certainty she would make her way to the rice fields only so far ahead. whether it be a blessing or not, kyuzo gave no mind to the curses && hatred of others, pointed towards him or otherwise ; he’s kept himself on a rocky, neutral post.  as tempting as walking by is, a HEADACHE is not a useful means of medicine for bullet wounds, atop an arm that bellows pain when moved.

          ‘ follow me. ‘     here, he’ll decide to give her a choice. the previous water priestess then cannot give him as much of a scolding as she would. the offer is on the table, && so he’ll take steps past her && begin towards the village. if she follows, then she’ll be given safe resting && food. 

             IF SHE DOES NOT….. well, that’s one less problem for him.

     he completely ignored her question ; sidestepped it as if she never spoke in the first place! her jaw sets, a somewhat forced smile coming onto her features. as annoying as it could be, the rudeness is swept under the rug. (  considering how she had reacted, perhaps it was expected ; charlotte could of hurt him instead of herself.  ) 

     she perks up briefly, recognizing the command for what she percieved it as. follow him? (  a thought back to seth ; he would want her to follow him. as trusting as always, her puppeteer.  )  after brief hesitation -- long enough for the man to already be heading down the beaten path -- charlotte turns & gives chase. 

     “ w-wait-! “ charlotte is quick to catch up. a hand reaches out to grasp his wrist, but she pulls it back before she could make contact. right... he doesn’t seem the type to like contact. especially with her rude introduction. ah... maybe she can remedy that.

     “ who.. who are you? “ a pause, worrying visibly before charlotte continues to talk. “ i’m charlotte. “

[inkhands-blog1]

{I haven’t learned his name yet!}

           TENTATIVELY DOES SHE WALK,  uncertain of the path before her as she takes it, rocks stumbling away with every step.  ( however, he’d admit preference over the hesitation, despite the feeling of annoyance it gives, serving to prod against his already somewhat impatient expectations ; she wasn’t, at the very least, blindly naive like a certain AMATEUR. )  he walks behind her, watching with a careful eye at her footing, an ear out for any sounds that could mean trouble – or simply other people. 

           EVEN WITHOUT THE THREAT of the bandits, he was still ever on top of his guard, && that is something which will never change.  it serves purpose, however, && is useful for times of need. the mountain range, though paths on the edge spacious  ( he assumes they need to be, for those with cargo to pass without issue )  they can && will thin out. unfortunately,  they’ve happened onto such a path. 

           ITS WHEN SHE TRIPS that a hand shoots from his side, grabbing her arm & hoisting her back to balance.        “ you’ll fall. “     don’t make him work more than he has to.  ( he’s still in recovery. being sent to investigate an ODD GIRL near the village is enough of a hassle without injuries to remember. )          /       @inkhands  we lov u here’s a thing

     uncertainty grips her conscious like water to paper, clouding heart & judgement. her heart is pounding, pounding, pounding ; tasteless fear strangling her breaths. still, she’ll walk, lifting her head high, chin up, & desperately trying to project the confidence that is sorely lacking.

      (  ‘ seth! seth! hurry on home! ‘ the puppet is calling & calling out. she is afraid, afraid, afraid ; why have they left? why is she alone?  )

      ink threatens to rise, settling heavy in the back of her throat. ( she can taste it, the sickeningly bittersweet sludge. ) her gaze falls upon the trees, now seemingly more like shadows of Classmates & the towering Teachers. shake your head, dig nails into your palms -- focus, charlotte, you can’t find someplace safe.

     something grabs her ankle & she nearly trips -- only for someone’s hand to grab her arm & pull her from falling. she’s nearly estastic --  ‘bennett? felix?’ -- until their voice hits her ears. a stranger found her first.

     before she can stop herself, charlotte is twisting around, carelessly ripping her arm away from the man & clutching it close to her chest. it stings somewhat, joint burning unpleasantly from the rough treatment she, herself, inflicted. charlotte takes a step back, chest rising & falling heavily, trying to will her heart to calm down before the ink rises further & higher. 

     “ i... “ her voice is breathy, shaky, looking up to the man.  (  he appears faceless for the sparest of seconds, but she forces herself to see past that ; to see the blond, almost unkept hair & maroon eyes. )  “ i’m... sorry. you -- “ she swallows, shaking her head free of cluttered thoughts & straightening out. “ are you alright? “ 

[inkhands-blog1]

                             `----, look for her journal.`     `if it’s answers you seek, you won’t find them here.`

                      `our dear ---- is an unreliable narrator.`

art cred. (x) (x) @dreamingdreamingmary // @inkhands

[inkhands-blog1]

adopts her.

     “ w-while flattering i-.. i already have a family? “ she doesn’t believe she needs adopting -- her family, aiden, bennett, felix to name a few -- they were good enough, right?

[inkhands-blog1]

@dreamiinginviolet​ ;;

     when charlotte fell asleep, she expected to be greeted by the slumbering god. in place of the oracle, she found herself in. . . well, she didn’t know were she was, exactly. it didn’t feel like home, yet it didn’t feel strange. maybe it was a memory, looking down to the checkered floorings.

     (  umbrella man told her they got rid of her memories // overwrote code to save her mind from . . . useless data ; why was she back in the - -- - - world? even then, it feels off. something isn’t right.  )

     “ c-can we leave, seth? let’s go find a way back home. “ hands grip her dress, & her voice wavers. deeming it unsafe, charlotte begins to walk, listening to the guiding strings & their pull. (  seth will guide her // he always takes care of her.  )

[inkhands-blog1]

what up i’m rdy to rumble.

like for a starter?

[inkhands-blog1]

{I haven’t learned her name yet!}

“Hm?”

Today’s visitor seemed to be a girl who looks around her own age! Giving them a smile, she answered their question. “Yep! You’re within The Dream, or better yet- my Dream. My I ask who are you ?”

     “ the. . . dream? “ a dreamworld? ah! she must of taken a wrong turn, & ended up here by accident. ( silly seth, getting them both so lost! )  “ oh. my name is charlotte, i was on my way to school. what’s your name? “ she seems nice enough, & oddly helpful. . . it’s a welcome contrast to the Students she dealt with. 

[inkhands-blog1]

@dreamingdreamingmary ;; 

     “ hello? “ her voice is soft, inquistive. “ excuse me -- “ anxiety wells up, but her smile remains polite & friendly. this is a necessary evil, unfortunately, to bother the pink-clad girl. “ do you know where i am? “

[inkhands-blog1]

what up i’m rdy to rumble.

like for a starter?

[inkhands-blog1]

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