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[saintlyfangs]

ᎽᎾu ᏒᎬmᎥᏁᎠ mᎬ Ꮎf Ꭺ sᏆᏒᎾᏁᎶᎬᏒ mᎬ

                                                   ⎨• •novuscoeptus• •⎬

The day was finally here. And it was perfect. The sun was shining with just the right amount of breeze to tussle her hair, cool and not hot like how these usual days tend to be. She was happy. She was thrilled. She and her aunt were going to spend the day shopping and having fun and living up the sights of the town like they hadn’t done in ages! The end of the cycle had come as quickly as the breeze had and none too soon, either. Everybody at the editing branch was relieved and released to their usual work after which they recovered from the terror that came with those last few horrible days in the cycle.. Leaving the boss and intern free to do what they wanted and take a break until the next cycle began.

But she wasn’t going to think about it today. She was going to have a good day with her aunt and have plenty of fun! She was waiting for her to catch up, her aunt momentarily pulled away to receive a call and thus she waited with a slice of cake and a cup of tea, both of which she was nearly done with. When she heard her name called, Jezebel perked up with excitement to receive her aunt’s fair words and continue about her day happily but something in the other’s eyes told her the day she had planned for would not be going the way she thought.

The President was holding a meeting and they would need to expand a bit on the idea behind the next month’s issue and it was not going well, no matter what the office did, she wasn’t seeming to agree on anything and thus her aunt would need to go in and take care of the situation. The young woman didn’t let the news damper the cheeriness on her face and kept a brave smile for her aunt as she explained what she would need to do, that they could make it up with dinner, they would go out and have a feast and not talk about work. They’ve even go to that one restaurant that had amazing desserts!

Though saddened by this claim, she understood, it wasn’t until her aunt looked away from her that she noticed the person staring at them. A creep, her aunt muttered but Jezebel saw the reflection of her own heart in the man’s eyes before he even shed a tear. But why? Thus she asked. He didn’t seem to hear her the first time and so she asked again. It was like the guy hadn’t even noticed that his eyes were beginning to leak. She rushed towards him, digging around in her purse and pulling out a folded handkerchief, handing it to him. He appeared to be.. quite frail or at least that was how he appeared in the wheelchair, his legs were quite scrawny but so was the rest of him really. Jezebel couldn’t tell if it was an accident or if he had always been that way but like always, she smiled. She smiled and let it light up her face but kept her eyes sympathetic, her own hurting and she inquired differently this time.

“I’m sorry, but are you okay? You kind of startled us for a moment there. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.. My name’s Jezebel.”

❨ 起死回生 ❩  🦇  ⋘   It seemed this human, she didn’t know who he was. It was so nice, it was so nice not to be known, to be judged, and whispered about how weak he’d gotten. He could feel eyes on him, he could always feel those eyes judging him through their stare. No matter where he went, how far he creeped into the shadows, they know his weakness.

That disgusting pity he gave himself was enough, and even more disgust was the idea it was for the great Orihara, and what had become of him. But, that was the judgment for his sin. That was his burden to bear, it was life righting itself for all he’d done. After all it was all his fault, all his fault she was gone.   ⋙

❝ I’m, I’m fine. I just moved wrong. ❞  ⧝  He put on one of his many masks. Was this mask as as real as he wished it was? Or was it as brittle, and crumbling as the rest of his world. This mask had been to tell this human, my lies are truth. Because nothing was wrong as the truth was.   ⋙

❝ I’ve been out too long ne. It seems my pain meds are wearing off. ❞  ⧝  He looked at the cloth, but he couldn't bring himself to touch it. Who could say where that had been, or if it was clean. He-he just couldn’t bring himself too, and now he had even more reason to feel disgusted about himself for. And it was not because, no matter how disgustedly sweet the gesture was, or that he found himself wanting to take it. It was because he couldn't.

Instead, waving it off with a new smile.  ⧝  ❝ Thanks, ne. But, I have my own.- ❞  ⧝  He couldn’t bring himself to stomach using his name. Instead, he held out a hand he cleaned with a wipe.  ⧝  ❝ I’m Aobayashi Tatsuharu, please forgive me for worrying you. ❞

⋘   Yes, he’d a whole year to think about this. He would once again use the name his least favorite humans had named him. The name that had began with misery, and the name his life would end in.   ⋙

[the-modern-typewriter]

could you maybe write a prompt where the villain gets jealous/sad every time the hero saves someone that isn't them?

“What, you think I should be saving you from the awful things you do to other people?” The rage burned in the hero’s stomach and they laughed, utterly disbelieving. “Fuck you. You don’t get to act like a horrible person and then turn around and be a whiny brat when no one sympathizes with you being an abusive prick.”

“No, wait.” The villain-civilian caught hold of the hero’s arm. “You can’t go out there, you might get hurt.”“There are still people.” They tried to jerk their arm away as the villain’s grip tightened. Because, really, who the hell cared about the others, they weren’t singular and astonishing. The world had a population problem. Mostly, they didn’t want those eyes on anything other than them. The hero shot off - and they watched, and planned. 

“I think you could save me,” the villain confessed.“I reckon you could save yourself,” the hero returned. “If you actually wanted to. You don’t get to give me the agency and responsibility for your own guilt and decisions - what you’ve done is on you.”

[saintlyfangs]

ƁƦƠƘЄƝ & ƊЄƤƦƖƔЄƊ; 𝓒𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰

[saintlyfangs]

                          ⎨• •deathdealsat198pergallon• •⎬

Slice and douse. Slice and douse. His neck grew warm and in turn, his body; both from the pain that sparked his nerves that were coming back and sending messages to his brain telling him, ‘Ow, this hurts!!’ Then the warm water cleaning away the filth.. Warm and painful, this was all his mind could comprehend, guess it was a step above being cold and dead. It was getting harder to focus.. the other’s words were beginning to fade in and out, softer and quieter than before..Escaping him.. he strained to hear, to listen, to continue being aware—he didn’t want to fall asleep… There was too much that he didn’t know.. too many that he didn’t trust.. Yes, he glared at him because to what end was this going to play at.. Who was this person? That partner, the bee, recognized him instantly but why was he associating.. He winced, his eyebrows drawing up in a moment of vulnerability as the rich smell of alcohol filled his senses and he was adjusted to get his bandages on. It was no good.. Everything was going black.. The next words fell on deaf ears, despite the glint in the other’s eyes that showed they were still somewhat open, the light behind them had already grown dim and by the time he was being gathered in a coat and carried out, he was out. Breathing still somewhat shallow and ragged but his heartbeat was strong and his much warmer than his dead form earlier.

It wasn’t a good sleep. Yet unlike being crushed by bodies that were soiled and heavy shells, well.. this was infinitely better.. It was his mind that plagued him. He knew he had to get up eventually but his body refused. Mori was aware that he was in the hands of those he didn’t know and in a world like this… That wasn’t a good position to be in… His slumber was spent in paranoia and restlessness.. While his body recovered, his mind didn’t feel rested when he began to stir. For a moment, he didn’t move or made a motion to look around but his fingers twitched and he found that he could feel the blankets against his skin and the mattress underneath him.. It was yet another upgrade from the tabletop he had been placed on before.. The smell of the place reminded him of that figure from before yet he didn’t see him near. Not at first.

Taking great caution and an even greater amount of effort, he forced himself to slowly get himself into a seating position, even when upright, he slumped forward as if his body could barely even support him this much. It was like the controls were inverted.. Hard to maneuver but.. not impossible.. The dark haired male just sat there taking in the room, his breaths yet again shallow from the effort and taking in the scenery.. It was.. interesting.. Not to mention that it did.. match many of his old styles back from when he had a home.. He quite liked it..

Mori’s neck felt stiff.. no duh, considering that it was wrapped quite securely by the bandages.. fresh.. everything.. was quite fresh. Stiffly, he raised his hand to his throat to scope the bandages, feel the scratch against his fingertips from its rough surface to the new threads that he was wearing, soft and well.. certainly not available to those who lived on the street like he did.. Just where was he.. and who was this person that had taken him in? He wasn’t left long to linger in his thoughts as the very intruder practically stumbled his way back into the room.

The matte black eyes raised slowly to watch over the form that had come in, steadily as if the other was a predator that may attack him before they turned bored and looked to the pen and paper with vague disinterest. Looking away, he parted his lips but all that came out was the softest of gasps from trying to speak. Nothing. Typical. His life wasn’t in danger now so his healing would be going much slower now.. Hard foods would be next to impossible.. soft.. may be easier. This guy looked excited, if he was going to be seen by a doctor then they would want to force-feed him which would be bad for his throat.. Drugs.. no wonder he felt like shit. But those wouldn’t stay in his system long.

[Water.]

Capital letter. Period. Written across the paper as he faced it towards the other but didn’t look at him like some sort of stubborn and asshole cat. His mouth was dry like it was filled with cotton and something just wet would be much appreciated. Well.. Perhaps. Maybe. Okay.. appreciation was a bit rare for him considering that yeah, his life was saved but he was still making demands on the deathbed.  

❨ 起死回生 ❩  🦇  ⋘   Necrocious gazed at the paper, then at the other, and than a smile that did not reach their eyes, it never did, appeared. Before, a slow nod, and then they disappeared again.

It seemed like almost forever, as if they might have forgotten what they had left to do, before they returned. The door sliding back again, this time wider as they slipped through, shutting the door behind them with their toes.

In their hands were two glasses in thick pottery cups, and clenched between their teeth was a small kinda square bottomed bag.

Walking over they sat down on the end of the bed, sitting cross legged the bag dropped out of their mouth into their lap. Before holding out a cup, of plain herbal infused, normal temperature water.   ⋙

❝ Sip that slowly, ne. ❞  ⧝  They said with that same hollow smile.  ⧝  ❝ Don’t gulp it down, or your mess up your bandages, ne, and hurt your throat. ❞

⋘   When the cup was taken from them, they reached down, and opened up the bag. Their glossy eyes sparkled, before they pulled out a box. It looked like the bottom of a present, and inside was special bento of high grade fatty tuna.   ⋙

[maledictus-soul]

[saintlyfangs]

“Lιƒεвσαт”

[saintlyfangs]

                                                     ⎨• •bastardbabysitter• •⎬

Azami was not the type to pick a fight but somehow this seemed to pick itself for him. Of all the things to happen today it had to be something entirely unpredictable like this. As if he wasn’t stressed enough now some total psycho was breathing down his neck seeming reaaaally pissed off about current events and was imploring him to go off with him in private.

Azami was shy and anxious but he wasn’t a lunatic. Going anywhere with someone like that was.. dangerous. He wasn’t keen on the idea seeing as this guy was already mad he felt a lot safer in a more open and public space with enough room to get out when and if he wanted to. And were he from straying eyes he would be in more danger.. but as the man had stated.. he was the owner and everyone had quite clearly shown no one would come to help Azami anyhow.. 

So despite his better judgement he nodded with a simple ‘ok’ and let himself be lead off to a private room. He was not thrilled about the fact… Rather he fidgeted with his little coffee cup since he’d be remiss not to bring what he had ordered and looked around being aware of his surroundings enough while feeling like he was being lead to the slaughter.

❨ 起死回生 ❩  🦇  ⋘   Izaya stood straight up, their face a neutral expression as they made their to the booth. He didn’t even bother looking back to see if he was being followed, because he was expected to be followed. It also helped his sensitive hearing could pick up the others hesitate steps.

The waiter that had helped the kid, bowed as he passed. He gave a soft reassuring smile, the look in his eyes said, ‘it is ok.’ or at least he tried to send that reassuring feeling. He know Izaya sounded, and looked peeved. But, as he had come to learn being close to the vampire. Nothing was what it seemed, image was everything in world where eye’s were always watching to see weakness. And for a man who many wanted dead, or out of the way, masks were a god sent.

Izaya made it quickly to the private booth at the very back wall, reserved for Alliance matters; so it was a most secure booth to them all. Pulling back the curtain, and than slide the door open, he waited for the other.   ⋙

❝ Have you received your whole order, or do you need anything before I sit down? ❞  ⧝  He asked in a tone that gave away nothing, but mechanical politeness.   ⋙

He waits for the answer, if his customer was satisfied he would step in after the other, allowing the curtain to fall back, and slid the door closed. Than he sit down, a face of neutral expression to give nothing away of his emotions.

If the order was not finished, he move away from the booth, stepping over to the left he call out to the kitchen. A person would pop into view from down the hall, and explain how long, or get to making whatever they asked. Before returning to 1.

You ignore 1 and 2, do your own idea if you have one. <3

[sparknshinerpmemes-blog]

My kink is people who make their OCs and headcanons unique while not giving a shit about people who say they are problematic.

[saintlyfangs]

𝕸𝖞 𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊

[saintlyfangs]

                                 ⎨• •deathdealsat198pergallon• •⎬

Perhaps it was the way he had said it or the manner in which he waved the toilet wand around as if he were going to cast a spell with a bibbitty-bobbity-boo but what spell would come out, he wasn’t eager to find out. Still, it irked him. And it took quite a bit to irk him but his new roommate seemed to get right to the heart of the matter as he himself has said. Taking a step forward onto the old tiles of the bathroom, he placed his hand on the wall, leering over the other with the same expressionless face he used to handle most of Izaya’s complaints about the house.

“Don’t go around thinking.. that I’m your new pet you get to order around.. I won’t bark at the door or growl at your enemies.. I won’t roll over to your wishes and say ‘yes master’.. Don’t think.. that I feel indebted to you for assisting me.. I didn’t twist your arm to say yes.. And.. as an informant..” With just the slightest raise of an eyebrow, a rotation of his eyes to the side as if he were cast in thought, but all of it was for show, “shouldn’t you have known.. beforehand.. what you were getting yourself into…? After all.. That’s only what a.. good informant would do… yes?”

Pulling away from the wall, the raven, and the toilet wand, he moved to return to the living room where his book awaited him but stopped short of the doorway and looked back. “Besides.. as a death god, yes, I can send the dead to the afterlife.. but not if they are not willing. Those that stay here cling to here because there is nothing waiting for them after… I will not draw attention to myself.. just so that you can play at being shy.. Leave them to their business.. and they will leave you to yours.. That’s how adults be..” With that, he meandered down the hall without a care.

“We’re having curry for dinner..”

❨ 起死回生 ❩  🦇  ⋘   If Izaya could do nothing else, Irking those around him was a gift so natural it was laughable. So, it was nothing new, or would it ever change. It took a special kinda person to deal with Izaya as if he was a harmless cat prone to popping its claws out in a threatening display, or causing unnecessary mischief for shits, and giggles.

Izaya waved at the pet comment as if the very thought was gaggable. He hated pets, messy, dirty, and germy things, or at least that’s what he thought. He’d actually never had one before. So, he was just going off what he thought, rather than actual experience, or even research. And the thought of the other being a dog of all pets to have in your home, really did make him gag. If anything, dogs were creatures of ones nightmarish hell, those things were just ugh, it send shivers through his spine.

And with the last question Izaya’s shoulders sunk to a sulking posture. Because it was true, how disgusting. He would never do anything again for a friend, before first thoroughly looking into the matter. It was funny how natural it was to be around his death god. Since the moment they had met, not only had he noticed, but so had Dota-chin that Izaya was a scary bit to open with his emotions.   ⋙

❝ Ne, I don’t believe I said anything about sending those things to hell were they belong. ❞  ⧝  He spoke in a almost childish sneer.  ⧝  ❝ Just to give them rules, if they were going to share the place. ❞  ⧝  He finished off in a lower tone. He wasn’t even sure the other was paying attention anymore.   ⋙

⋘   After cleaning the bathroom, the last part of what he scheduled in this day of cleaning. He scrubbed down until his pale skin was raw with pink flush. Before rinsing off in water hot enough to hurt a normal human. Before taking a very long soak in the tube. Why he soaked he decided to treat himself to a spa face covered in a special Vampire-made mask, eye’s steeping in cucumbers, and waist wrapped in a small thin towel.

For the most part the soak had been enjoyable, aside from the now, and then frown he wore as he sneered the word ‘Perverts’ in his paranoid feeling of being watched again.

After he was finished enjoying himself, and his almost alone time. He got all jazzed up in his many products of skin care, and then dressed in his black fuzzy bunny slippers, black and red boxer briefs that hugged him, and his thighs, placing over them comfy baggy grey sweatpants, and pulling over his chest a black V neck light sweater long sleeve shirt. Before wrapping a towel on his head as he headed for the kitchen.   ⋙

❝ Ne, Ne bathroom is open Mor-chan. I can take over if you still need help cooking. ❞  ⧝  He entered the old ass traditional kitchen, that had been cleaned the VERY first day, along with the two bedrooms.   ⋙  

[themusewhomuses]

I keep looking back ( even though it hurts )

I remember and remember and remember ( I wish I didn’t )

I’m ready to let go ( I don’t want to )

[saintlyfangs]

Gᴜᴇꜱᴛ ₀₆﹕ Vᴀᴍᴘ﹗Iᴢᴀʏᴀ

[saintlyfangs]

                                                 ⎨• •bastardbabysitter• •⎬

A wanted man… Hunted and hated by those that aligned to the greater cause. Yes the Angelics were not overly well received. An over inflated sense of ‘morality’ made some almost impossible to be reasoned with and this blonde in his self righteous inflated ego was seeming no different. 

“Wanted…” He murmured as this word crossed his mind. His eyes off.. deep in thought, reflective and serious

“How dare you! Take it back!!” he snapped suddenly very upset  Out of no where the blonde puffed up getting aggravated and almost.. pouty.

“If I was wanted do you think i’d be sitting out on a ruddy street!? And you have the audacity to assume i’d want to be here! What do I as an Angel have any reason to visit this sorry hell hole?! No one’s visited this place in so long because theres no value in being here! Its a travesty! A Disgusting mess of abominations! And you think I’d come here on a pleasure cruise– The mockery!”

Rather than seeming genuinely upset and picking a fight he seemed to be complaining about his own situation. And rather than a fight between species that was ages old or a battle of wits between heightened minds, Izaya found himself with what appeared to be, quite accurately put, an orphaned angel. This lord bird was rejected by his own kind and now found himself in a precarious position on earth where his kind would be hunted down by just about anyone. 

“S-so cruel father… why have you sent me to such a place as this only to be harassed by winged rats…” 

❨ 起死回生 ❩  🦇  ⋘   Hmm, was this thing contemplating his words, was it really so closed in on itself that it didn’t even know it was a wanted criminal? For a moment, he was sort of, just a tiny bit, but so small it couldn’t even be called a grain of salt, had the thought maybe he should used a different approach.

This creature was just so- …..pathetic, . . . and now annoying as hell. What was he, talking to a child in a grown up's body? He sure looked like a child that had been told they couldn’t have that new toy all the cool kids parents had gotten the other shitty brats.

And Izaya had experienced many reactions to his cruelty, rudeness, and his own ego driven impulses. But, he was driven back into something akin to stupefied by this reaction. It was far from what he had ever thought be the reaction.

His face went from calmly masked anger, to a calm contemplating, to twitch of annoyed calmness, and then split second shock where his mask was ripped away. Than a mask was back, this one a giddy shit grin of amusement to this creatures predicament. This reaction was just, so human it was disgustingly cute on this monster.   ⋙

❝ Ne, ne, would you like to see the warrant for your kinds arrest? ❞  ⧝  Izaya pulled out a larger phone from the deep depths of one of his pockets, as he continued to speak.  ⧝  ❝ Ah, some Angel’s enjoy humanity, and, even humbly befriend us filthy abominations. I know at least four who are active on the Alliance roaster, ne. ❞

⋘   Izaya held out the phone for the other to peek at the warrant provided on the Alliance website.   ⋙

[saintlyfangs]

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ƁƦƠƘЄƝ & ƊЄƤƦƖƔЄƊ; 𝓒𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 - @deathdealsat198pergallon

“Lιƒεвσαт” - @bastardbabysitter

ĐØ₵₮ØⱤ ĐØ₵₮ØⱤ ▰ GIᐯE ᗰE TᕼE ᑎEᗯᔕ - @novuscoeptus

Gᴜᴇꜱᴛ ₀₆﹕ Vᴀᴍᴘ﹗Iᴢᴀʏᴀ - @bastardbabysitter

𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 - @archxviste

𝕸𝖞 𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊 - @deathdealsat198pergallon

[faqukmedaddy-blog]

[saintlyfangs]

𝕸𝖞 𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊

⎨• •deathdealsat198pergallon• •⎬

❨ 起死回生 ❩  🦇  ⋘   Izaya tsk’d in annoyance to the other’s comment. Not that he would normally be so ‘emotional forthcoming’ But, after being tricked into a nightmare, by a devilous dragon in human skin, well-   ⋙

❝ Ne, I like to get to the heart of the problem. ❞  ⧝  He said dryly, as he pointed a dirty cleaning wand at the other. Maybe if he accidently allow it to slip, and slap the other in the face. Yes, that would make him feel better, momentary, at least. However, he had another idea that needed to be dealt with first.   ⋙

❝ I am a information broker, it’s only natural. Speaking of such a thing, ne. This place needs to be heavily researched. I only agreed a six month share to help you, ne. But, if you want a full time share. We need to set down rules, for you, ❞  ⧝  His voice dropped to a sneer.  ⧝  ❝ and your unnatural guests. ❞

⋘   A long time ago, he might have said, he did not believe in such things, even with vampires roaming around the world. But, he’d seen enough spectating spooks during the war, and the imprints left from tragedy that he couldn’t deny their existence. But, that would not stop him from being annoyed to be bothered.   ⋙

[duratum-deactivated20201026]

HEY GUYS. FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT SOME PEOPLE JUST DON’T CLICK WITH EACHOTHER, EITHER OOC OR IN THEIR IC WRITING and that has no bearing on anyone’s personal worth or talent as a writer. some people can write multi-para threads with eachother. some can only communicate through ic asks. others might never rp at all but get along great out of character. either way - sometimes writing just doesn’t click. don’t feel bad, or make anyone else feel bad, for that. I LITERALLY HAVE SCORES OF FRIENDS THAT I CAN’T WRITE WITH AT ALL OR THAT I CAN ONLY DO SHORT IC ASKS AND SUCH WITH BECAUSE OUR STYLES DON’T MESH OR WE CAN’T HOLD PROPER THREADS OR WHATEVER THE HELL. it doesn’t mean shit.

[saintlyfangs]

Gᴜᴇꜱᴛ ₀₆﹕ Vᴀᴍᴘ﹗Iᴢᴀʏᴀ

⎨• •bastardbabysitter• •⎬

❨ 起死回生 ❩  🦇  ⋘   Now Izaya was not one to play with fire, ahaha who has he kidding: the more bright the embers the more fun the game. But, he also know when to tread the murky waters carefully, and without much residential moment.   ⋙

❝ That speech pattern, it’s been long since I have heard such arrogance of godliness. But, once was all I have ever needed to understand what is before me, ne. ❞  ⧝  His voice dropped to a sneer, of disgust as he continued.  

He also had this thing about stepping on the toes of others, for shits and giggles. Especially disgusting inhuman creatures with the mentality of herded sheep.   ⋙

❝ To my understanding, since that once encounter. You sheep have been absent from the world since before the war was even a twinkle in the universes eye, ne. What was that over 820 years ago? Even Demons have better loyalty to the humans then you creatures said to be sworn to uphold justice, and protect humans. ❞

⋘   Oh, no he wasn’t done. He wanted his own threat to be heard loud. and clear. Although, he could care less about this thing. He just didn’t enjoy being talked down by something like this, a place so low insects held a higher place in the world than them.   ⋙

❝ Either your stupid, or your been cut off from home. Because you creatures have been declared enemies to the Alliance for over 18 years now. Treated as a threat to the treaty that aligns this worlds races. You should choose your words carefully, your a wanted being. ❞

[lncisorrs-deactivated20160124]

[saintlyfangs]

ƁƦƠƘЄƝ & ƊЄƤƦƖƔЄƊ; 𝓒𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰

⎨• •deathdealsat198pergallon• •⎬

❨ 起死回生 ❩  🦇  ⋘   As he cutaway flesh he used the hot water, because it barely even seemed to contain cold, to rinse the area clean. Cut, wash, cut, wash, carefully with such tender precious, and a hand so steady one would never know this man was currently high.

Though, not as high as they had been when they first arrived. But, lucky they were so busy contracting on their job they mind never wondered, and they never released. Until they were finished. That’s when their hands finally began to take on the first tremors of withdrawal.   ⋙

❝ He-he, all nice and pretty, ne. ❞  ⧝  He said shakily, as he poured a bottle of supergrade liquor upon the wound to clean it.   ⋙

❝ Ah, it looks like your finally fading in, and out from the pain, ne. I thought you be out by now. Kinda hoped you would, you know. But, I can still see you glaring at me from those slits. ❞  ⧝  He continued to chat, he honest meant that being out comment to be nice. Not like he liked slicing into somebody who could feel what he was doing.   

Well, ok, maybe if this creature had earned that feeling inside of him. Although, that was not the case here, and therefore he did not take pleasure in his dicing.  ⧝  ❝ You should allow the peace of unconsciousness to take you. After I am done here I have to carry your sorry ass home, ne. It’s unbearably cold, it’s going to irritate that wound even when it’s covered. ❞

⋘   As he spoke, a shaky hand carefully slide under the others body; their palm, and fingers spread wide to cover as much sufferance as possible of the back of the spine and the neck. Than lifted ever so carefully to side in an uncomfortable log, one that was as smooth as could be found, to help him prop the death god up.

When that log was under the body at the upper back, he carefully lowered the other. But only moved the spread hand to the back of the head to keep the neck as straight as possible. Before they placed a long, thick clean gaze over the wound. Than began wrapping their neck with medical tape, taking the time around the neck, down and across the chest, under the arms and back up.

After they were finished they went about cleaning up the place like they never there; tossing anything not needed into the fire, before killing the fire with sand, and cleaning that up. Than they went back outside with a quick word they be back. But they returned right away puzzled, but with a smile

Shaking their head they went about getting their patient ready to leave, even going as far as to give them the coat they were wearing. After all they were much more used the weather, and were currently stronger. Thus could endure the cold the death god could not momentarly. Before sweeping the other carefully off their feet, and like a princess made their way out, and on their way home.   ⋙

⋘   When the other awake again, they were floating peacefully on whatever they had been given. The pain a fleeting memory. The only factor that it was real was the fact they were still wrapped up. But, they were now freshly cleaned up head to toe, and in new clothing that did not belong to them.

Below them they were resting on a thin, but comfy mat. The floor felt warmer than it should possibly be able, especially in dead winter. Leaving the blankets over them to act as a sealant for the heat. Their head rested on a single pillow, though several more were scattered around the small floor bed in the middle of the room.

Looking around they find themselves in a small room, the walls looked to see better days, and yet it was well kept. It said, it had once been a home of wealth; but now it was only holding up be the shear love of whoever was currently living in it.

The room itself was simple natural colours styled in that of a olden traditional samurai home. One wall held an alcove separated by wood; one part had a small upper closed shelving with what was once beautiful, but now fading designs on the doors. Below was a single wood shelf connected part by the wood parting, and the other that of a small cupboard with same fading designs. The other seemed to be a makeshift closet, that was closed to the eyes of noisy people.

The other wall normally held rice paper shutters, now held thick wood shutters that were used as a wall. Against the wall were old cabinets that looked like staircases back to back like a triangle. The wood clearly as antique as the rest of the room. Another wall held more thick wood shutters, these seem to actually match the rest of the wood of the room, most likely original part of the room; they held only one set of the stair cabinets, the other side was empty, most likely used to go in and out.

The last wall had another set of thick wood shutters again in another colour of wood, and was partially open. Between the cracks was another room, much bigger with a ground fireplace in the middle. It was currently cooking whatever was in the giant black cauldron hanging above it from the rafters.

Inside the room again, it was clear this was the main bedroom as it said homely. Photos were scattered around the room, objects like a hair brush, beauty products, and nick nacks flourished every open space available. For a place known for being ravaged by death, and the poor who had nothing the room said this person lived well, very well.

Noise outside the partially open doors was heard, before the one of the doors was pushed aside. A head of raven black hair, and very pale gray skin that still looked lively with a red flush of life popped in. Red hues that looked lively, and yet a bit clouded looked around, before finally falling to stare on the rooms quest. Pink lips perked up into a small smirl, before a smirk took over.   ⋙

❝ Ne, you’re awake, finally. How do you feel, I bet you feel great. I have you on enough drugs to be on cloud nine. ❞  ⧝  They seemed so proud, and than a frown quickly formed.  ⧝  ❝ You better appreciate this, I dug into my own stash, ne. I’ll ask if your hungry, but most don’t have much on an appetite on what I have you on. ❞

⋘   And than their face brightened into something of realisation, and they laughed.  ⧝  ❝ Oh, though maybe it wouldn’t be so great with that hole in you throat, right, and all. Ne, no worries I sent word to Shinra, he’ll come when he can. He will bring the equipment to help feed you why your healing, and make sure your surgery is healing properly. ❞

⋘   When the other didn’t say anything, they stared back as well, and blinked. Before their lips formed an amused twitch as to why the guest looked so annoyed, and quiet. A single finger pointed out from long wooley sleeves to long for their arms, down at the floor.   ⋙

❝ Pen, and paper. That is, if you can spell, ne. ❞

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