Stolen Stars AU— Thread Continuation w/ @mino-diabolik
Uncharacteristically patient as she's never been, Scarlett waited in silence for Mystic's reactions to her words. It took a while longer than usual every time, but when they had all the time in the world, why rush? No one was there to interrupt, they were where they were supposed to be, she could wait forever if she had to. After all, if it wasn't her, who would...?
It took but a moment for his flinch to be noticed by the Ghoul, who brightly smiled as though it was a signal that her words went through him and nothing else. His attention falling upon her made her lean in with expectation, her hand gently hugging his own as he cupped her cheek.
He called her a color. That was cute.
“Ahh, you don't... but you could,” she responded, giggly as a teenager crushing. That simple word brought a soothing feeling to her disrupted mind, like the nostalgia of recovering something lost but well-known, and she couldn't help but lean into his hand further, “red is a cute color. And so tasty, fufu~”
Her blackened glance lost eye contact with the Ghoul before her as she focused on the hand touching her cheek, which she still held in place as to not ever lose it. It was like her skin found comfort in the physical touch, the feeling of the rough, deadly cold, sticky wet hand of her friend was oddly familiar.
However, her giggly demeanor was short lived as Mystic muttered something else.
As though the gentle soft memories were suddenly stabbed with a silver dagger, that word alone, for some unknown reason, brought physical pain to her brain. It hurt. It hurt to remember something she wasn't aware of. It hurt, why, why did it hurt?
It could only mean one thing.
She announced coldly, sharply. Her eyes still lost, wandering, her smile now gone also at the sense of impending danger. The pool of blood they were both lying on felt familiar and embracing again.
“You don't need a gun,” she reaffirmed, with a small frown of annoyance. Her free hand gripped on his chin as to be face-to-face with whatever remained of Mystic, “you don't need to get more hurt. You won't get more hurt,” half a promise half a scolding, Scarlett's words were definitive, “I won't let you get in harm's way, so think of something else.”
For some reason she only seemed to assume harm was only coming his way, not hers, and that was distressing enough. ...Too distressing to think about for too long. A few seconds later, she sighed and blinked a few times as she recovered her smile, soothing him with her thumb stroking his crimson lips, “do you want dessert?”
