grumbles beneath her breath before leaning forward, pressing her head to the sisters chest. Is this her way of asking for a hug?
Kyoko was being oddly needy again. She was not really the person who would outright ask for affection of any kind, preferring to be left alone with her thoughts and sheltered from her emotions, and while Jeanne was not the person that would just give it out either they stood there for a few moment of awkward silence.
With a sigh Jeanne pressed the girl a little closer with some reluctance. Hopefully the smaller witch would be satisfied with that soon and pull her face out of Jeanne’s chest...
‘ never half-ass two things. whole-ass one thing. ’
✰ — — * PARKS & RECREATION SENTENCE STARTERS
“leave my perfect ass out of this.”
a slow smile formed on the curves of her lips. her eyes sparked at the other’s words. what solid advice from one of her peers. or was it more like a challenge ? she could whole-ass two things just to prove a point.
student with a backpack ... is he carrying and entire carton of goldfish crackers ? probably . not one of those small ones either , if he could define it , it’d easily be ‘ party size ’ but he’s the only one eating from it . “ uuuuh ... want some ? ”
Face scrunched slightly at the sentence. Hand holding? It was not something they should do, more over then that it would looked vexatious. “Back after so long and already vying for my attention?” Forget it. Just as Kyoko misses her, there was something that Jeanne missed as well without the witch.
“Next thing you want is to lie down on my lap.” Doing as asked she held the other by her hand.
This isn’t what I wanted. This isn’t what I wanted.This isn’t what I wanted...
These words kept ringing in Jeanne’s mind as she leaped over rubble and all. A being of uncontrollable power causing destructing in it’s path. It’s name being familiar to her.
Kyoko Sakura.
“Tsh.” A near hissing sound escaping her. Kyo was always careful to watch herself on this, was she not? How come then-? ...No. It was too late at this point. She was too far beyond saving, leaving the Avenger with only one option.
Her ‘little sister’ never wanted this. Despite her deal she never wanted to end up like this... This...monster...
Jeanne stared into those eyes, devoid of what they previously were. Certainty not kind, but neither this cruel...
❝ – Hey, sis? ❞ The girl looked oddly nervous again. but the Avenger had long adjusted to seeing Kyoko like this. She figured that the girl just wanted a bit of attention again. Not that Jeanne minded really, but this was something completely different...
❝ Uh… don’t take this too seriously and all, but if I ‘lose control’ and crap. Ah... I want ya to... ki... k... ill... me...❞
...
Back then Jeanne would just given her an odd look, and somewhat shrug it off. What a ridiculous request. Yet...
Her breath was heavy, chest heaving and her wounds burned. ‘Kyoko’ laid defeated. The area around them suffered heavily from their fight, but just as the witch seemed to want to stand up another stake stabbed her through the arm.
The witch cried out in anger and pain, her distorted voice reverberating through the silence. Jeanne could not help but wince somewhat. Something she never did when hurting her opponents. This was different.
“Remember what... you asked me...?” Each step taken was slow. She was at the end of her endurance. “I would rather not have done this, but it’s too late now.”
Ophelia hissed underneath Jeanne, she too at her ends, but even worse off then the Avenger.
Her sword rose, the tip pointed directly at the middle of the witch’s chest.
In return was only a glare and growl of pure rage.
As much as she would regret to do this.
Jeanne stabbed to witch mercilessly in her chest. Ophelia let another howl of pain out, clawing at blade, but to no avail as the clawing slowed down before stopping.
The witch slumped.
Jeanne watched the life bleed out, an empty feeling forming in her chest and eyes slowly closing.
❝ H-h... he... y, s... is... ❞
The Avenger opened her eyes to see a strangely serene smile gracing the witch’s lips.
❝ It w... as... fun... whi...le it lasted... t...tha...ks fo...r everyt...hing... ❞
“!?” A small gasp given, but before Jeanne could recover from the shock, Ophelia’s eyes were already closed, not a single sign of life on her.
