@pruinesce said : ❛ how ironic, our paths cross again! so near and yet so far. ❜ / WRONG BLOG BUT SHINOBU,
he’s been bleeding out for several minutes , now . he’s sure death is imminent . sure it’s close . he’s not angry or upset . . . he’s not clinging to life . he’s just waiting , wishing it would happen faster . bleeding out isn’t how he’d want to go ; he always hoped that if it happened , it would be with the swift slice of a blade across his neck . this . . . was hardly his wish , but didn’t seem unfitting . and then , like nimble spirit in the woods , all but taunting what he believes to be his final moments . . . that woman . he’d seen her kill a demon before . he could never forget her --- she’d done it without spilling much of its blood , or removing anything .
❛ --- just leave me alone , ❜ he grimaces . ❛ i don’t --- nngh --- need the company . i’m fine with it , this way . ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 / accepting .
furieas.
for all its delicacy , her smile holds an edge . the barely restrained anger of one who couldn’t understand . you have a sword , she thinks , peering over his hunched form . why not use it , you idiot ?
whatever the reason she comes up with , shinobu can not wrap her head around it . he’s capable and extremely so - to fend a demon off with his sheath alone is quite a feat and it infuriates her , then , that he would so easily lay down and die .
if she’s honest with herself , she’d like to leave him to it . it’s none of her business . he isn’t a slayer . what he does with himself is his own problem . if that’s what he wants , then who is she to get in the way ?
but kanae would be disappointed in such thoughts .
‘ now , now . is that any way to treat a friendly face ? ’ her voice is sickly sweet and not her own as she bends to look closer at him . ‘ let me see the wound . ’
it is not of his own free will that he shows her the claw marks at his side . his hand slips off of it , as if relinquishing the last bit of his strength . in truth ... he has no will to fight left . in what he believes to be his final minutes alive , he sees no benefit in stubbornly refusing a woman’s request .
he cannot quite see her . she blurs and doubles , a hazy mirage of herself that ripples through the beads of sweat clouding his vision . nanashi’s breath calms a bit , perhaps by her presence , or acceptance of his own demise . her company , he thinks , is not so terrible .
❛ — i’m going to die , ❜ he says it with an air of finality that is eerily calm for one in such pain , but oddly ... with the inflection of a human being who wants to live . he deserved this ... didn’t he ?
who was he to want to live ? who did he think he was ? shut up and die .
it was the last thought he had before he lost consciousness .
