♰ He couldn't quite say that he was so truly entertained by the happenings in the middle of a discardable city sheltering the forlorn and the damned. It's quite a chore sometimes to travel around and run into a squirmish even though he had wanted [ oh, truly, he had wanted ] to stay undetected for just a few moments longer. It wasn't hard to do away with those that would oppose a force that was not their own to temper with, death being so surely eager - undeniably tremendous powers and speed - to close around feeble and breakable necks with iron claws and slowly, slowly and deliberately snap it.
♰ It's a nice little mental image, but why use only but a reasoning play for these instances when corpses litter the ground, screams that had echoed throughout the night, surely drowning themselves out to an ear-shattering nothingness. How quaint to think, that he would have been watched [ and said person watching him would not cower away in fear ], until - perchance - he does recognise the fragile shadows of a soul passed by once, twice [ too many times in a life as short and discardable as this one, too many times to count ] eagerly watching the display of death and carnage, underlined with the crash of a body hitting trash disposal off to the side.
♰ And in all of it: he looks so - like a doll covered and smeared with faint traces of beautifully blossoming red [ and here and there, one might want to hear a heartbeat clinging to him desperately ]. " Ah~ Miss Davis. It has been quite a while~ " As if he would forget any and all he had passed by. " Excuse my attire, I will get changed at once~ " But alas - but stop right here. " Nevertheless, you seem impatient to find out what I did this time - why may that be? Do you not see that I am not in the mood to play anymore~? " || @uccisore ♡~















