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nothing like the smell of death in the morning

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stop making shinji gay

whoa

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Feverish//Open

Oh, Winter.

It was one of the most beautiful seasons, blanketing Hive City with snow, icicles in the trees, and the many snowmen that begged to be made. It was also a rather deadly season for Schu, as it brought many dangers.

One in which was her weak immune system.

The Irish painter first noticed that there was something wrong when she was walking around, making her way back to her apartment. She was still very far from it, having went to enjoy the winter scenery. As she was walking, her head became very lightheaded, causing Schu to sway in her step. Gripping onto a nearby pole, she steadied herself, confused on what was going on. She’d eaten today, so it couldn’t have been lack of hunger. She was hydrated and she took care of herself. So what was going on?

Thinking she was stable once again, she set back on foot and, everything was going well until it came out of nowhere. Her immune system had long since weakened from her many hospital trips when she was younger, and she must of caught something. Unfortunately, it was a fever and, realizing too late that she was in danger from the sudden illness, tried to make her way to safety. Her knees were shaking, and her vision was becoming blurry, but she couldn’t stop. She just had to make sure she made it home safe.

It got to be too much and, with her knees giving out, collapsed and blacked out as her petite frame fell into the snow.

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Initial disclaimer: Kaworu does not purposefully hunt for bodies to carry home. But he is fond of animals, the small sort that are fragile like fawn and doe--spindly builds yet to face the world and delicate faces. Those are his type, you might say. The kind to protect, or heal, perhaps the sentiment is something like that.

(To say vulnerable would be far more accurate. But Kaworu is a veteran in euphemy and kindly skirting around subjects; it is practically built into his way of thought.)

Kaworu's breath comes out in fine, winding veils of white and grey as he crouches gently beside the wounded thing. Beside the thin, towering lines of street lights against smog and winter, they are small creatures, merely smudges on a plane.

Up close, Kaworu is swaddled in a scarf and gloves, a coat that would look normal on any person but is overbearing on his lithe and pale body that would otherwise serve as a camouflage in this coarse weather. Chin framed by the pooled plaid, the albino's plain expression bears thoughtful eyes.

Her ears are a bright dichotomy between straining reds and the stagnant layers of frost.

Grabbing the excess off the tip of his index finger, he pulls the glove off his right hand and reaches forward with care to pull the hair (now tangled with flakes of frail white) back from her face. The back of his hand dusts across her brow.The skin is warm a slow, pooling sort of heat that boils from the inside out.

Ah, she's sick. Of course she is.

Sighing to himself, he half stands and reaches his arms down to hoist her weight unto his frame that bends and groans like a sapling against the wind. With her head resting heavily on his shoulder, Kaworu speaks very carefully.

"Can you hear me?"

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(japanese girls gasping) is that hatsune miku?!

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Oh—! Although she didn’t know if this guy had actually ever heard of her, Miku was entirely grateful that he hadn’t asked for an autograph. That would be a real pain, especially considering that she didn’t have a pen on her. This was why she had been very adamant to her manager about installing laser writing vision, but ok. He hadn’t agreed.

"Hatsune Miku, but you can skip ahead and just call me Miku if you’d like!" Formalities weren’t a big deal to her, especially when most of the world called her by her first name anyway.

So the first question was an easy one and the second one genuinely surprised her. Miku couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to a dance with someone… or, well, maybe she hadn’t at all. In any case, it would be something crossed off her bucket list now.

"Sure! I’d love to! Say, I forgot— I have to ask your name too!"

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Miku is weird. Not in her personality, no, she seems rather healthy on a mental level, but she's cold when he takes her hand to guide her inside-- blinking in a gradual question, Kaworu finds that his words come out slower, less graceful.

"...Kaworu." Tugging with a gentle curiousity, he presses their palms together. Her shoulder bumps against the seam of his blazer. There's no pulse, though her skin is smooth and, upon closer inspection, flawless. "Kaworu is fine, for me."

The quasi-epiphany ripples subtly across his face. It does not reach the glint in his eyes, instead lingering in the lower tones of his voice as a note of ambivalence.

"...You're something like me, Miku," Kaworu says suddenly. His grasp on her hand relaxes and he nods slightly to the doors. 

Generally, it's against his policy (no matter how lightly he takes the concept of a policy here) to skip formalities. Lilin prefer to be eased into things with sweet tones and warm smiles, but that is very much what makes him still after his introduction.

Miku is a bit too much of those things, designed rather perfectly to be those things, or so it would seem. So yes, Miku is weird--

"Say, what are you, precisely? Certainly, you aren't human."

[askboxmemes]

Put 'Honey, I'm home!' in my inbox and I'll write about our married/domestic life.

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(japanese girls gasping) is that hatsune miku?!

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Well, it wouldn’t have been surprising if Miku met the wrong “guard” on the way in. It was just her luck, especially when her manager had sent her on this vacation without so much as a word! Or something. That was how she liked to think of it, anyway— it was much better than calling it an experiment like she had been told. “Getaway” just had a much nicer ring to it.

"A question? of course, ask away!" She clasped her hands behind her back. "It’s the least I could do for someone willing to help me out!"

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Kaworu knows the basics of Lilin culture like the back of his hand. And he knows the back of his hand pretty well, considering how many of them he's had, so it can be easily assumed that he knows how to play along when he wants to.

"First off, your name?" because, of course he can't take someone as his date without knowing their name. How would he be able to speak it in a thoughtful tone as they danced or even ponder their private thoughts?

"And the second order of business..."

Smiling, he makes a shallow bow and gestures towards the doors with a sweep of the arm.

"Would you kindly be my date?"

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☾

(kaworu doesn't really sleep? rubs chin i mean he probably has a state of rest, but sleep... nah. even if he did sleep i don't think he would be able to dream or anythin really like his soul is real tired and doesn't bother with the fancy exploring anymore

he likes to close his eyes and pretend though it calms him down)

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Headcanons Go~

☾: Sleep Headcanon

☠: Drinking Headcanon

♒: Phobia Headcanon

⋆: Sex Headcanon

☮: Random Headcanon

☻: 'Like' headcanon

♤: 'Dislike' Headcanon

☯: Pet Peeve Headcanon

☄: Weather Headcanon

☼: Cooking Headcanon

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Jack smiled, ‘it was nice being seen every once in a while,’ he mused. Shrugging, he spoke.

"Well, somethin’ like that anyways…."

He felt inclined to return the action of bowing. It was a formal event after all.

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"You seem humbled..." Kaworu blinks slowly and presses his fingers over his mouth. Gradually, he returns the smile and even lilts it in the same degree.

"You know, I think your feet are rather becoming..." A pause that seems all too well rehearsed. "It slipped my mind," between all the foot talk, yes, it slipped my mind. "What can I call you?"

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chicvampiress replied to your post:—

I Am Not Human

Would you take 'dazzling' in stead of 'beautiful,' then?

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(japanese girls gasping) is that hatsune miku?!

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Even though Miku was designed to feel everything just as a regular human was, she sometimes wished that she wasn’t. It was way too cold to have any sense of temperature and, even though she had previously tried to escape the freezing weather by slipping into a brightly lit building, it hadn’t worked out so well without her having an invitation. Well (Stephanie Tanner voice), how rude!

Of course, the only solution was to mooch off of someone else who did get invited! She would have picked the first guy she saw, but he was sort of… scary, so moving onto the next person, Miku found herself face-to-face (or, rather, she was facing his side) with Kaworu.

"Hey! You wouldn’t happen to mind letting me in with you, would you? It’s really cold out here… and they won’t let me in… Plus, I’m sort of hungry since arriving, and I’m sure they’d have good food. Don’t you think?"

Briefly, she wondered if there were bacon wrapped hot dogs inside. All the better.

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He finds a girl with electric blue hair and a strange sounding voice, apparently in the wake of a rather harsh rejection. How strange; plenty of others seemed to be getting along quite well with crashing the party-- he would put it up to her 'bam, here i am' looks if he hadn't seen a six foot tall woman with bunny ears enter the joint without so much of a wink of the eye.

"Ah?" He smiles vaguely at her. "Hm... I suppose I could. Of course, I have to ask you one thing, first."

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(japanese girls gasping) is that hatsune miku?!

Making his way to the ball proves to be a longer trek than expected. Everything is terribly cold, and Kaworu himself nearly blends in with all the winter frost in his formal attire (which is actually almost distastefully casual. whoever told this guy the converse with suit tops trend is still acceptable was a horrid liar, that, or Kaworu is under some illusion that he can pull off urban fashion well)

Ah, at any rate, all is going smoothly and he's nearly to his destination when--

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[gimmeyourhead]

“ WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! “ a cacophony of broken fixtures and raucous commotion broke the silence, the fragmentalization of glass reverberating along deserted halls and empty rooms. foul tempers ran amuck, painting a temporary portrait of chaos as the man slowly emerged from his resting place, a foul mixture of anger and confusion evident on oriental features. all ready the man found himself digusted and sick of those who continually messed with the space time continuum and all of that fancy crap, leaving the thirty year old man to visibly seethe and marinate in rage.

can’t you see the anger

stark contrasts began to present them immediately, almost resulting in an overflow of information that rendered the samurai unable to act accordingly — which is why he swiftly took to destroying the surroundings until his anger simmered, at which point he ventured off in search of answers. in his wake were the remnants of the items he broke and shattered, thereby leaving a trail of useless goods and other such items.

“ Old man, answer me! Have I died!? Have I passed into another realm!? ANSWER ME, YOU GLASSES WEARING BASTARD! “

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Citta is never peaceful, from what Kaworu can tell-- in that way, it is a lot like everywhere else that he has existed. There is always something gone awry, and it's especially unavoidable considering the abundance of new blood and consciousness constantly being poured into the system.

Everyone is more or less always confused and angry, as would Kaworu if he still had it in himself to be something beyond mildly irate.

Certainly, he has worn himself down a bit-- and he may not be as daring as he was, perhaps not as interesting or exciting, but to call him an old man...

Actually, that's fairly accurate, but the glasses wearing bit, well. His eyebrows lift gently as he peers just behind the taller man and his dark expression. He's obliterated everything in his path, and that is plenty enough of an implication (aside from the fact that his volume seems to be permanently set to max) that he isn't quite all there.

"...Yes, I believe that's right." Though 'realm' perhaps has more serious implications to it, Kaworu refrains from nitpicking. "You've more or less been abducted from home."

Gingerly, he lays his sallow hand on the other's fist.

"Collect yourself."

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"Lots of happy people…. Heh. Wonder how many of them can actually see me. Probably how I’m gettin’ away with no shoes…." 

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Kaworu has probably been listening to this guy ruminate to himself for a while. Honestly, he had been under the impression that the other was simply disinterested in other people, but the last bit has him thinking otherwise.

"...Oh, are your bare feet not some sort of fashion statement?"

He half bows his slender frame to blink down at ten very pale piggies. How cute.

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bye cain