defect : detatch

-- But those questions are rather useless, hm? Considering that perhaps the very point of living is to live a pointless life but enjoy it all the same -- written by aku --

[goldnepenthe]

"I see, I see. It is a real shame that we're limited by money and closet space. I'd get way more dresses and accessories if I could afford it."

The crepe arrives—

"Streetwear is becoming a lot more mainstream at least. More options, though quality might end up questionable..."

[sentrymemes]

"Yeah it is rather annoying but also convenient. I've got a few free items at least from work."

[orxchii]

undeific​:

That earns a chuckle. Izaya twists a ring around his index finger, sharp eyes softening ever-so-slightly as he allows his mind to linger for a moment, thoughtful. What kind of people does he deem interesting? Well… 

          ❛  Everyone.  ❜ 

To varying degrees, anyway. He will be the first to admit he is a hypocrite; everyone is interesting until someone isn’t, and then they are disposed of without a second thought. 

          ❛  Though, I suppose, for the sake of the story, people who are strange. People who stand out, for whatever reason. Frightening people, fascinating people. Ugly people. Beautiful ones. Alarmingly good people, ferociously bad people. Anyone striking against the backdrop of all else.  ❜ 

.. Yeah. A lot like him~

-- For all intents and purposes, though, those words were pretty generic.  A ‘striking’ person is, undoubtedly, interesting.

But the delivery of it. The pause for thought, the specific words chosen, the certain fondness radiating from this person -- The boy’s eyes narrow with a fondness of his own, because for all the most ‘interesting’ people out there, only a fraction of them are actually satisfying to talk to.

This one... His hopes rise a touch more each moment~ Of course it remains that his hopes could be dashed with but one wrong word, but for now? For now, he rises and strides closer.  “I see~ So then-”

“For the sake of story --” A touch, to test the limits; his hand will fall on the other’s shoulder. “Which one should I file you under~?”

[orxchii]

infinitesum​:

“Can’t be.. reaaaaal-”

“Again-- This feels cruel, taking my reality away from me~”

-- Not that he cared. God, no, he really didn’t, but it’s been some time since he’d seen someone just so tied to a viewpoint.  To have it pushed is ‘growth’, isn’t it~?

“I’m real. I’m alive. I’m human. And I have all this wax... Isn’t it a good thing~? To not be undone so easily?”

[orxchii]

infinitesum​:

“Some- Something else..! S… synth-”

“Synthetic? I’m not allowed to be such a person~?”

[orxchii]

infinitesum​:

She’ll shake her head, her hair falling in her face.

““You’re going to tell me no~? What other options are there? If I’m not human, why do I bleed the same color?”

[orxchii]

infinitesum​:

“… … What are you..? Can’t be human-”

“Human. Exactly as much as you.”

[orxchii]

infinitesum​:

“That’s impossible..!” Her voice finally rising louder. Frustration bubbling up and spilling over at how this doesn’t fit into her views. Frustration in how she can’t wrap her head around this- “… You can’t be.. If you were… you’d be deaaad..!”

“Dead, is it? Isn’t that a little too simple?” For such a convoluted world as this--  but in fairness, she did seem... Politely, let’s call it focused.

“Calm, now~ Clearly, I’m not dead, so there’s something here to reconsider. Is it my existence, or your theory~?”

[orxchii]

Revisiting the office in Kashiwa

[orxchii]

[ 🧸 ] does your muse keep anything sentimental? if so, what do they keep and why?

The excruciating gifts of god scream loud against the summer's heat -- Burnt and blistered toes, though their coat of blood draws from a different source.

Nevertheless, at things like this, the snake is happy!

Uncomfortable, yes. The texture and dampness of the shorts slapping against his thigh with every push forward isn't a good feeling, nor is the sun beating down on the too-thick fabric that cover his arms and the pointed layers pressed against his stomach, nor, least of all nor, is the array of future scabs that will reopen as many times as there are heads on a serpent. But he continues to run with a beaming smile, for snug under this thick hood is a collection.

His feet find coolness again when the time is right. Sloshing against the surface layer of the lake, it's a magical sort of relief-- He would almost stop and roll in it, were he not so excited.

He fought for it, see: the thickest book in their library! If it could be called a library-- Did you see it, Owen? Did you see how he stood against that human!? Every day more eloquent with the blade, and every day these clumsy feet run faster! He brings it all to his brother, The Complete Collection of Sherlock Holmes, that's what it says! That, and a handful each of hard candy and spinning tops. Treasures. The squirming mob hiss and spit and mock as he runs past, but this morning he rolled a 'snake eyes', and was determined to keep the luck they promised him. So he weaved through, and weaved through, and in the den of his brother he collapsed!

He collapsed... This body, this excruciating gift of god, was so easily dented and worn, and it seemed to him that his lungs didn't work quite right. But the treasures spilled out as he yanked off his hood, and he grinned as he laid there, splayed in the middle of every stolen knick and knack that built up the world they shared. After he's done resting, brother, let's read it and play..!

[orxchii]

[ ⚖️ ] what is your muse’s moral code? what kind of morality do they have?

'Silver' is just a pretty term for 'grey', compasses point toward the strongest magnet, that Wilde man Oscar said something about charm and tediousness.

[orxchii]

[ 😇 ] what would your muse do if they became a god?

Ah! If only things could be so simple. Would he be like, 'I'd make everything easy for me and my family~!' Or even, 'I would make the whole world find peace! I would help everyone get to a better place in life!' Benevolence isn't his tag so much as Yasha's.

Really, his value is in the natural order of things. Cases where he'd step in aren't impossible to come by, that's... well been proven-- But nothing so big. He's done well enough with the powers he has already. Such a level of ease would be... too boring.

[orxchii]

nathairs​:

Syl had to be the bigger person here. He wasn’t going to get frustrated. There was more at risk here than the already damaged ego of his. “Let’s not do this.”

“Why exactly are you egging me on? I’m trying to get along with her kids!” A quiet grunt escaped, in addition a reference of Chloe was made. “You’re included in that.”

“Ara? I am?” With hands folded leisurely behind his back, he leaned forward, eyeing the man-- ‘boy’, actually, is the first term to come to mind at this display-- up and down with an amused and curious glint.

“Did she happen to tell you anything about me~? It might’ve been in better interested to be prepared for her kids~

“That is to say,” he leaned closer, and his smirk pulled further. “We’re an absolutely delightful bunch.”

[orxchii]

Funnily enough, old feelings dissipate. The age old battle of ‘Should I? Shouldn’t I?’ ‘What is it to be snake?’ ‘What is it to be human?’  With time, no matter how loudly the drum had beat, those vibrations end and a quiet washes over the stage. As of right now, it’s simple.

A snake in a human world can’t help feeling homesick. That’s it! The nitty gritty of it all tied into a neat bow~  But his heart, greedy and stubborn, spoils to let his tongue take reign of the feeling. For its worth, he still looks like a teenager~ His silly preferences, objectively silly, can have an excuse like that. But indulgences just feel better when invited than forced in, eh?

[orxchii]

“True! The line between good and bad is usually pretty obvious~

“Maybe you ought to visit your ophthalmologist again..? Tell them I said hi~”

[orxchii]

“Eh? Eh? It was an act of kindness instead of malice?”

[orxchii]

Wooow~ What’s with all these faces popping up?

[orxchii]