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❛ you’re leaving ? ❜
❛ can i come in ? ❜
❛ can you shut up ? ❜
❛ are you [ name ] ? ❜
❛ who am i to you ? ❜
❛ why should i care ? ❜
❛ can i come inside ? ❜
❛ did i do something ? ❜
❛ you don’t trust me ? ❜
❛ can we make a deal ? ❜
❛ are you lying to me ? ❜
❛ are you free tonight ? ❜
❛ are we going to die ? ❜
❛ can i come with you ? ❜
❛ can we call it even ? ❜
❛ you stay here , okay ? ❜
❛ you think i’m stupid ? ❜
❛ can you stitch me up ? ❜
❛ are you doing alright ? ❜
❛ is that … my shirt ? ❜
❛ who takes care of you ? ❜
❛ have you seen yourself ? ❜
❛ what took you so long ? ❜
❛ can’t you see i’m busy ? ❜
❛ who do you think i am ? ❜
❛ why are you helping me ? ❜
❛ are you happy with him ? ❜
❛ are we having a moment ? ❜
❛ are you listening to me ? ❜
❛ how are you so arrogant ? ❜
❛ how did you afford this ? ❜
❛ what are you doing here ? ❜
❛ is this all in my head ? ❜
❛ why won’t you look at me ? ❜
❛ are you here to kill me ? ❜
❛ do you want some company ? ❜
❛ are you from around here ? ❜
❛ do you need to lie down ? ❜
❛ are we on the same page ? ❜
❛ why didn’t you defend me ? ❜
❛ are you sure you’re ready ? ❜
❛ where is this coming from ? ❜
❛ where were you last night ? ❜
❛ you wanted to talk to me ? ❜
❛ will you PLEASE be quiet ?! ❜
❛ what was i supposed to do ? ❜
❛ why do you look so guilty ? ❜
❛ [ name ] … truth or dare ? ❜
❛ why did you bring me here ? ❜
❛ are you looking for someone ? ❜
❛ since when does that matter ? ❜
❛ why do you put up with me ? ❜
❛ THIS is your breaking point ? ❜
❛ what can i say to fix this ? ❜
❛ do you think i deserve this ? ❜
❛ hey , hey , are you with me ? ❜
❛ why are you leaving so soon ? ❜
❛ what do you get out of this ? ❜
❛ [ name ] , what have you done ? ❜
❛ do you have a minute to talk ? ❜
❛ did you ever actually love me ? ❜
❛ do you need somewhere to stay ? ❜
❛ why don’t you ever listen to me ?
❛ do you hear yourself right now ? ❜
❛ you knew & you didn’t tell me ? ❜
❛ do you want something to drink ? ❜
❛ when did you know you loved me ? ❜
❛ when was the last time you ate ? ❜
❛ what’s your favorite scary movie ? ❜
❛ do you want to get out of here ? ❜
❛ why is this so important to you ? ❜
❛ can i at least buy you a drink ? ❜
❛ how can you think this is funny ? ❜
❛ are you sure you’re up for this ? ❜
❛ are you trying to start something ? ❜
❛ what are we supposed to do now ? ❜
❛ can we at least try to be civil ? ❜
❛ why won’t you just leave me alone ? ❜
❛ are you thinking what i’m thinking ? ❜
❛ why are you so concerned about me ? ❜
❛ why can’t you just stay out of it ? ❜
❛ you’re not bailing on me , are you ? ❜
❛ how long have you been lying to me ? ❜
❛ can you keep your eyes open for me ? ❜
❛ how long have things been like this ? ❜
❛ why is this suddenly such a problem ? ❜
❛ what , am i supposed to be impressed ? ❜
❛ do you ever wish you could run away ? ❜
❛ you’re going to believe them over me ? ❜
❛ why are you looking at me like that ? ❜
❛ why can’t you just tell me the truth ? ❜
❛ why can’t you ever take responsibility ? ❜
❛ what can i do to make it up to you ? ❜
❛ can we put this whole thing behind us ? ❜
❛ i’m coming to get you , where are you ? ❜
❛ can you stay ? just for a little while ? ❜
❛ why won’t you let me be here for you ? ❜
❛ when are you going to forgive yourself ? ❜
❛ is that what your nightmares are about ? ❜
❛ what kind of person does this make me ? ❜
❛ where are we supposed to go from here ? ❜
❛ are you TRYING to get yourself killed ?! ❜
❛ why can’t we just talk like we used to ? ❜
❛ why do these things always happen to me ? ❜
❛ how long has it been since you’ve slept ? ❜
❛ can’t we just enjoy the moment for once ? ❜
❛ why can’t you ever stand up for yourself ? ❜
❛ why haven’t you been answering your phone ? ❜
❛ what was i supposed to do , let you die ? ❜
❛ can you listen & do what i say for once ? ❜
❛ what do you mean , you’re not coming back ? ❜
❛ why don’t you stay the night ? just once . ❜
❛ can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ? ❜
❛ you’d tell me if something was wrong , right ? ❜
❛ where do you go when you space out like that ? ❜
❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye ? ❜
❛ you’ll stand by my side no matter what , right ? ❜
❛ what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into ? ❜
❛ i need you to sit up , can you do that for me ? ❜
❛ if you have nothing to hide , what’s the problem ? ❜
❛ can we all just act like we’re winning for once ? ❜
❛ can we talk about this at a time that isn’t now ? ❜
❛ you really don’t care about any of this , do you ? ❜
❛ can you just tell me everything’s going to be okay ? ❜
❛ you know we’re gonna have to talk about this eventually , right ? ❜
↳ やまと / yamato — “great harmony”
normal kurapika
idk if anyone else has seen the absolutely insane ad they’re promoting with a.//i that’s like “do you wanna kiss ur crush?” prompting a person to upload a pic of themselves and someone else to generate an a.//i of them making out but…. what the absolute fuck
orihime: ❛ do you think you would ever hurt me like that ? ❜
Ulquiorra had not believed he would see Orihime Inoue again. He would not say that he had thought about what it would be like either. It was a private thought, tucked as far into the void of himself as he could. It had remained that way. Part of him had hoped it would stay that way. The thought of such an encounter left him… with something he could not describe. As though the ghost of her was haunting him. A ridiculous thought.
That was not the way things were meant to be though. She had reemerged when he had least expected it. A blaring light in the darkness of Hueco Mundo. It had caught him off guard. A feat only achieved by her and her friends once before, and with it brought up everything he had naturally repressed.
Ulquiorra rubs his thumb across the palm of his hand unconsciously when Inoue speaks, that same sensation evoked again. He does not know why she would bring herself into such a desolate place. Nor why she is so intent upon seeking out his company. Of course he had asked her but the response she had given had not answered him. Not properly. Not in a way that he could understand her. The former Espada had resigned then that maybe it would be something he never would.
Especially when she asked him things like this.
Her words always flowed so freely, that heartof hers open bare before him. As if she placed it in his hand and told him not to squeeze. Ulquiorra was not foolish enough to believe that he possessed one but she had shown hers to him. It was something now that he could never unsee. He stills the motion of his thumb purposefully, only then realizing it had been in movement at all. He does not like it. This unconscious reaction his body gives.
“… I would not want to.” Honesty would be the downfall. Maybe it would even ruin whatever it was Inoue had built here, and that was okay because whatever it was already felt on borrowed time. Ulquiorra is not naïve enough to think that one as vulnerable as she would be spared the callousness he was made of. Those of much stronger durability had been reduced to nothingness by him. The deep darkness of the void still resided in the hollowed out parts of him. Consumed him. Hundreds of years of monstrosity could not be changed by the whims of one human. Could it? He turns his eyes to hers, a point in his gaze.
“But I am not foolish. I was born from devouring tender things. What I want and what my nature is, those are differences I cannot ignore… And you are such a fragile being, Inoue.”
@xyuuken (tw: blood, violence, dissociation)
There’s a low static between his ears, his skull imbued with the distinct sound of white noise that drowns out everything around him. He is a ghost that no one around him can reach. Untouchable, unseen, unheard. If only they knew. Surrounded by the scores of his division mates and yet feels more alone than he ever had before. Even more so than he had in his youth, pushed out, cut off, locked away. That time was preferable to now, this hollowed haunting that permeates throughout. No, perhaps being hollowed out would have been easier than this. Take his lungs, his guts, his bones, his blood, his heart - take it all out instead of this… this festering that’s seeped into him. That’s spreading.
Someone is speaking to him, a voice distinctly familiar but somehow not. Distorted and warped, the white noise seems to fluctuate with their tone but he cannot make out what they say to him. He can only nod, can only pretend that he’s listening, that he’s present even though he is anything but. He’s a world away, on another plane of existence, ghosting along. There’s a touch at the back of his hand, no, there’s only the impression of one. It’s as if the persons hand goes through his own, as if everything about him is phantom.
He peers down but his eyes cannot capture who it must be in front of him as if they’re in gaussian blur, befogged, an illusion. The white noise heightens, drowns out not only what is around him but his own thoughts now. It does not want him to think, to be drawn out from its influence. It has ensnared him and that is how he must remain, saturated in the sea of static and phantasm. It’s for his own good, isn’t it? Better than the alternative.
He moves away without ever uttering a single word, and how could he? His mouth has been sown shut with invisible thread but he can feel it, so it must be real. Every time he tries to part his lips the stiches pull tauter still, the needle felled back through them with a surgeons skill. He’s not allowed to speak. He’s not allowed to call out. He’s not allowed to tell a single body what it is that’s rotting his own out.
Cold hands, the same ones pushing the needle through, take hold of his face suddenly, roughly. He blinks and his vision begins to restore. He can make out that he’s in his lab even though it’s darkened, near pitch black. Hadn’t he just been with the rest of his division? Had his legs brought him here from habit and nothing more? The pressure at his jaw intensifies, eyes made to focus on what - who - is before him.
Him, him, him, him, him, him, him, him, him, hi
What a liar he had been. He had promised that he wouldn’t haunt him and yet here he is, a wraith that Akon cannot escape. Attached, fastened, fixed, anchored, chained. What of him had laid claim to his heart now threatened to decay him in such slow process that he would stay alive and to feel it, the decomposition from the inside out… but to have him here with him for any purpose was good enough. He’d embrace the festering inside of him, the rot, the painful touch so long as he didn’t stop this evocation of love lost.
He desires to tell him that, to speak despite his threaded mouth. He parts his jaw, his skin draws, it’s not enough and the hands at his face begin to recede, pull back, fade into the darkness of his lab. He can’t allow that but his own body won’t move. All he has is his mouth to call him back. Akon struggles, lips pulled desperately as the sutures hold fast. It’s not good enough. He must tear his mouth apart before he’s gone entirely, before he cannot see where he goes - to a place he cannot follow yet.
Arms weighed down, body soldered, he continues his attempt to separate his lips first in silence then with desperate, pleading sounds. He’s screaming for him from his chest, his throat, for the phantom of Ryuuken who only seems to linger just inside transparency to witness what will happen. He parts his jaw wider, as far apart his teeth can go when he feels the first tear run along his mouth. Crimson springs from the rip of flesh, rushes down his chin and neck, between the new gap of his lips and down his throat. It sharply stings but still it’s not enough if he’s to call out to him. If he’s to draw his haunting back.
He uses his tongue, his teeth, anything to loosen the threads but they’re untarnishable. There’s only one solution then. He bites at his own flesh, he mutilates from within and chews his way out until the threads tear through the damage of his mouth with one finally pull. Akon cries out, maw a ruined mess of blood and flesh, drenching, pouring, flowing down.
“Don’t leave me!” He shouts, a fog of tears about his eyes as Ryuuken shimmers in and out of sight. “Don’t go without me. Haunt me forever or take me with you! I cannot take this any more! - Please,” he chokes out, the blood from his wounded mouth mixing with the salt of crying he now cannot stop. His voice quiets, pained, tortured, “I thought - I thought I could go on, I know I promised you but it hurts too much without you.”
“A memory, a plague, an apparition, a hallucination,” His mouth hurts, the pain igniting and words slurred from self torn lips but Akon pushes through the torment. Losing him would be far worse a suffering to endure. “Whatever you are I’ll embrace, so long as you don’t leave me alone again. I can’t take this pain.”
Hands unshackled, Akon clutches at the clothing above his heart, twists, as if he might delve his hands behind his ribs to pluck out his heart and give it to him. It was already his was it not? It belong to him, and only ever him, the only person who had touched it. When he’d died that touch had begun the rot. He pushes himself off the couch, falling to his knees and hands, crawls towards where Ryuuken stays. A ghost and a ghost, he finds his hands can grab at him, fingers twisted around his leg to hold him there, head bent to the floor in prayer.
“Don’t… leave me….” He throws all sense of self at this visitants feet, at Ryuuken as he would have had he been allowed. All of his self belonged to him anyway. It was he who had touched his body and made him feel like he belonged in it. It was he who touched his mind and made him see beyond the blinders he’d allowed. It was he who touched him inside and made him realize love could flourish even in the darkest depths of him. The places he dared not peer himself. Why did he have to go and take that all away from him?
Cold hands roughly take hold of his face once more, palms against cheeks, thumbs pressed against the shredded flesh of his mouth. It’s not the man he remembers but Akon thinks he will take him however he is now. Death made cruelty out of kindness. He lifts his head to meet his eyes, or lets his head be lifted, gaze piercing him in place. There’s a sensation none too pleasurable that roots along his spine, digs between the vertebrate, nestles. It’s fear but not of what might come from Ryuuken, rather that something in him screams in knowing his request will be denied. That he does not want him. That he does not care about what anguish has taken hold. After all, it’s his hands that made the stitches to keep him silent.
Please, he goes to say but can only mouth the word when no sound comes out.
He receives no verbal reply either, nothing but a smile colder than the hands at his face. His thumbs continue to press harshly against his tattered mouth, tears and blood smeared across Ryuuken’s fingers in a shade of red Akon ventures to call beautiful if only because it hurts. If only because he can sense something other than the numb, white noise that had crept up and made a home in him ever since he’d left him behind in death. Akon opens his jaw to let him in. If he were lucky he’d push his hand in, reach down his throat, burst his lungs, tear into his chest and take out this heart that belonged to him.
For a moment that’s exactly what Akon suspects he’s going to do, fingers pushed further into his mouth, taking hold of his tongue, choking him. He embraces it, hoping, hoping, hoping, hoping for -
There’s a sudden blaring of sound that snaps him out of this delusion, the visage of Ryuuken shimmering briefly before entirely dissipating before him. He clutches at nothing but air, fingers curled in around themselves when he realizes it, knees aching against the cold floor of his lab in prostration in vain. The white noise sound begins to seep back in, added to the loud ringing of someone outside his lab door. Akon turns his eyes away from the place he had been, towards the screen that shows exactly who wants let in. His mouth, unstitched and untorn presses into a frown at the sight of Rin standing idly outside.
It’s not his fault for ruining the moment he’d been having but he feels a build of ire all the same. The lieutenant rises to his feet, body stiff as he heads to the control panel on his desk. For a long while he stares to see if the other will simply leave him be but after a few minutes pass he realizes that he won’t. Akon presses a button so that he may speak to him without letting him in. He finds his voice, the tone nearly a rasp in lack of use as of late.
“Leave me be, I’m busy.”
There’s only one thing that he wants right now and that’s to let himself fall back into disillusion.
i am considering since i see it a lot, adding ppl in my description who i write / plot with a lot or who are super important to my dynamics etc. if ur one of those ppl and ur interested like this post? :0
✧ NBC’S HANNIBAL PROMPTS !
* A MIXTURE OF NBC’S HANNIBAL PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .
‘ This is not a fatal wound. The bullet misses every artery. ‘
‘ It just means she can’t do anything about it. This is my design. ‘
‘ I imagine what you see and learn touches everything else in your mind. ‘
‘ I can’t shut mine off any more than you can shut yours off.. ‘
‘ Please, don’t psychoanalyze me. You won’t like me when I’m psychoanalyzed. ‘
‘ Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go give a lecture on psychoanalyzing. ‘
‘ Therapy doesn’t work on you because you won’t let it. ‘
‘ Well, perhaps you need to un-learn some tricks. ‘
‘ Last time he sent me to a dark place I brought something back. ‘
‘ I suggested one of those clackin’ swingin’ ball things. ‘
‘ It’s the inevitability of there being a man so bad that killing him felt good. ‘
‘ I’m still not entirely sure that wasn’t my intention, pulling the trigger. ‘
‘ Eating her is honoring her. Otherwise, it’s just murder. ‘
‘ So killing somebody, even if you have to do it, it feels that bad? ‘
‘ You beginning to appreciate my lack of sympathy? ‘
‘ I don’t know how I’m gonna feel about eating her after all this. ‘
‘ It isn’t very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living. ‘
‘ Passion’s good. Gets blood pumping. ‘
‘ My parents gave me a gift. A twin. Who wouldn’t want two of me? ‘
‘ What kind of victim forgives the killer at the moment of death? ‘
‘ I have no taste for animal cruelty. That’s why I employ an ethical butcher. ‘
‘ I’m afraid I insist on it, no need for unnecessary suffering. ‘
‘ Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. ‘
‘ Well this should be interesting. Please, doctor, proceed. ‘
‘ What it grows, and where it’s growing it will likely kill you.. ‘
‘ It’s getting harder and harder to make myself look. ‘
‘ But I am looking alone, and you know what looking at this does. ‘
‘ I know what happens if you don’t look, and so do you. ‘
‘ I can make myself look, but the thinking is shutting down. ‘
‘ You don’t think I have a right to know what’s happening with my wife? ‘
‘ The effect I was hoping to have was her death. Mission accomplished. ‘
‘ Certain personalities are attracted to certain professions. ‘
‘ Here we are, bunch of psychopaths helping each other out. ‘
‘ Words are living things. They have personality, point of view, agenda. ‘
‘ Your bad luck that you’re the best, pal. ‘
‘ I feel like I’ve dragged you into my world. ‘
‘ I want to go on record as saying that this is a very bad idea. ‘
‘ It’s natural to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them. ’
‘ What reason did you have to kill the others? ‘
‘ Insane isn’t really black or white, is it? ‘
‘ What do you smell on me? ‘
‘ I think that the work you do here has created a sense of stability for you. ‘
‘ You married? You’re married. How long you married? That long? ‘
‘ I feel like hell. Actually, no, I feel, uh, fluid, like I’m spilling. ‘
‘ You were attacked by a patient not too long ago. I read the report. ‘
‘ They will believe he did. They will believe he killed others, too. ‘
‘ I’m so sorry, ______. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you in this life. ‘
‘ I know who I am. I’m not so sure I know who you are anymore. ‘
‘ I am not the intelligent psychopath you are looking for. ‘
‘ I’m not asking you to believe anything you can’t prove. ‘
‘ I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. ‘
‘ That would suggest a radically unorthodox form of therapy. ‘
‘ I’m always happy to do a favor for a friend, just say the word. ‘
‘ How does one politely refuse a dish in circumstances such as these? ‘
‘ You never answered my question. How would killing me make you feel? ‘
‘ She was compelled to take his life so she could take her own back. ‘
‘ Tell me, did your heart race when you murdered her? ‘
‘ When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes running. But not to help. ‘
‘ I let you know me… see me. I gave you a rare gift, but you didn’t want it. ‘
‘ Imagine what you must taste like. It won’t be long until someone’s taking a bite out of you. ‘
Psycho-Pass Providence
‘ You never answered my question. How would killing me make you feel? ‘ // @ kogami
meme. ( always accepting! ) @achroanimus
The words spill from his mouth with the ease of breathing yet all Kogami can see is red - the desire to have it be blood that livens those pale lips with color and not the question of which he poises once again. Again, again, and again. Makishima asks because he wishes to know the answer as intensely as Kogami wishes to kill him it seems. Unable to let it go, unable to unbind himself from their infelicitous unity.
Was that it? Did the monster have clarity enough to understand that he had so innately woven into the other mans life that for Kogami to kill him meant the death of himself - and yet he was willing to do it anyway? That he had ruminated upon that very fact for so much time that the moment he could garner opportunity he would not hesitate in doing it?
Kogami feels the pounding of his heart in every strike of it against his ribs, feels the way every nerve in his body is electrified at such proximity. How he desires nothing more than to take his throat into his hands and squeeze until his eyes burst red and his chest falls one last time then never again.
He had thought of how he would kill him a hundred thousand ways, and he had even in his sleep dreamt of hundreds more.
That wasn't what Makishima was asking him though, not anymore. Kogami had by now expressed the deepest, darkest and most twisted desires to kill the other man without mincing words. How would it make him feel though? Kogami finds his mouth press into a thin line of discontent. Rather the question he was being asked was less about how he would feel and more in the asking of itself - right?
It was to be confronted with the question that the Hound had to consider it... and that was what Makishima wanted. To hold a mirror up and make him see. Once there would have been a time in which such confrontation of self would have sent Kogami spiraling; he had long become acquainted with the worst of himself since then.
"What is it you think you're going to hear me say?" Makishima thought himself so intelligent, didn't he? And Kogami had to confess to himself that he was a beast of genius, perhaps a fraction of the reason he was a monster at all. It didn't change the fact that he was not omnipresent as he'd once made himself out to be.
"That it'll feel good to kill you? Or that I'll regret it?" Kogami's gaze is stoic, his eyes expressing things he cannot ever find the words to speak. It is not as simple to say how it will make him feel because it is not a simple thing. There are nuances even he is prepared to confront as they come, after he's accomplished the deed.
"I don't have an answer for you." His own words taste like blood, like copper. Like sulfur and gunpowder. Bitter and unpleasant and heavy. "It doesn't matter how it will make me feel."
In a languid motion, Vi draped a smooth thigh over his waist, taking a seat upon him as if he were a throne, "Tell me again... " With a voice as velvet smooth as her skin, she began her coy request as her fingertips splayed against the sides of his waist, " ... how often you fantasized about me before I found you."
The weight of her body is insignificant, a feather or something lighter, but her presence holds a heaviness that captivates him entirely. His focus is upon her and only her as she sits herself comfortably, livening the beast to rousing as she does so. Grimmjow raises a brow, hands drawn to hold the plushness of her thighs as she stares down at him from his lounging.
What a provocative question she asks him too, though the fingers trailing his waist make it difficult to focus entirely on such a thing.
"How often I fantasized about ya?" His own hands knead where they hold, a short hum rumbling in his throat as he considers her demand. Who was he not to comply with it? Especially when she asked him so sweetly. Grimmjow's eyes fall shut and he envisions all of his memories that had been about her, whether he had known them to be at the time or not.
Or perhaps it was that now that he had her, he couldn't imagine a time without.
She was there, she had always been there. He simply hadn't a name yet. Her name yet. The name that had etched itself into his tongue upon first hearing it in a way that was unforgettable - a carving into his flesh that made him hungry.
"I've had hundreds of years to fantasize about ya." Hundreds of conscious years, and who knew how many more were lost to time and lack of memory? Grimmjow's eyes crack open to take in the woman above him, the slackness of his mouth sharpening into a grin. The tenderness of his grasp harshens, the natural excitement within him building beneath her intense gaze.
"You kept me waitin' a long, long time." A darkened edge saturates his voice, a thing that only she would find so playful. Grimmjow shifts, a purposeful jostle in a gesture meant to encourage her towards him and the canines glinting in his grin. A hand slides along the warmth of her thigh, coming to rest at the small of her back: her teasing has made him ravenous in all manner of depravity.
"So how are ya gonna make it up to me?" Carnal subdued for something all the more bloodthirsty, blue eyes shine with the thrill of possibility. His woman had never once disappointed him, knowing him as intrinsically as she did. Enchanting creature that she was, he knows she won't disappoint his most foundational desires.
"Eh, Vi?"
❝ i’m not staring, i’m admiring. ❞ Tobias @ Vino! Particularly about Vino's battle prowess 🤧 don't even ask how he found out who blud's next target would be & why he went out of his way to be there & watch everything unfold
meme. ( always accepting! ) @yeonban
Vino stares back at the other with curiosity brimming behind dark eyes, the man bleeding to death within his grasp limp and forgotten. How very, very curious indeed! A person of which he had not thought of but now a part of his world. Vino's fingers uncurl around the front of the rapidly-dying-man's jacket and he falls to the ground with a thud. Forgotten and no longer important to his story.
"Is that so?" He drawls, an upwards and excited lit to his tone as he takes them in. Wasn't this an exciting turn of events? A conjuration from within his mind that was certain to bring entertainment beyond belief! Vino shakes his bloodied hand off, though it doesn't do much at all in the ways of cleaning it.
"Admiring that which your brain can hardly comprehend. Though I suppose that is the way of it when you exist because I allow you to - a figment inside my mind. A bystander for me to entertain or maybe just someone I've decided to flesh out the experience." Vino's grin widens, the blood upon his hand of least concern when he's still covered in it.
He steps closer to the imagination of mind, dark eyes shining bright in the dim light of the abandoned building. It hadn't exactly been his first choice in location to carry out the assassination but then... what did it matter if he was caught? He couldn't be caught. Unless he wanted to be. Was that the reason he had an admirer now? Because he'd decided he wanted one subconsciously.
"I should probably deal with you next, shouldn't I?" Vino's head tilts as he surveys the area, his grin never once fading - perpetually and impossibly bright in the darkness. "Though really, I can be merciful if I want to be. You should tell me if you want me to be merciful or not and I can take your answer into consideration. Come on now, do it quickly."