#andevours

[ichorspills]

@andevours — continued.

he's still unsure. a part of him believes he will always feel this way. none of it was right, this life wasn't right. the things they did weren't right. and yet...their claws dig in deep. so here he was, teaching, lying, leading, and ending a life. or beginning it, as they would tell her. as he had to tell her as well.

of course she can't read. of course someone else has whispered into her ear the lies scriptures that he too had memorized. burnt into his flesh like a sin. and now he must do the same to her.

" — that's good... " he lies again. " do you have questions about it? about the scripture? " about anything. question it, he begs silently. but this was his job now. he must adhere to the rules set forth before him. and so she must learn, and she must become as he is.

maybe the world will not feel as lonely he thinks to himself. but it will, and he will feel the guilt along beside it for his eternity.

[idolsummons]

“It’s gone. It’s okay. I’m going to keep you safe.”

possession ･ﾟ✫ @andevours

It's gone. She wants to be angry, to scowl and shout and chastise, but Hana's body is starting to catch up from the events of the past... ten minutes? Twenty minutes? She's not at all sure of how long she had spent wrestling with that demon for control of her own body, as time can feel like it moves in strange ways when one is engaging with an unholy creature in such a way. Hana's shaking violently, seated on the cold, hard ground with her knees pulled up to her chest and her face hidden there; moving is difficult, but it would also not do for her to be recognised. 'Thanks,' she mumbles flatly. I guess.

[kxllerblond]

❛ Kiss me. Kill me. Do something. ❜

❝-—I wouldn't say it's incredibly normal to demand that of someone you've just encountered. Also, FYI, I'm not inclined to do ANYTHING. If you're so intent on action in the face of my inaction, YOU do something...❞

[idolsummons]

@andevours ｡･ﾟ✫ continued from ♥

They are more than glad that her reaction is not one of instant fear. How many people have turned tail and ran the moment they spied them, believing that such a beast means only to bring harm when all they truly want is to get a better look at such sweet little humans? Well, nine times out of 10, anyway... Though room is made for them, they do not move; they feel no discomfort at hunching over in this way - their form was made for such movement - and continues to stare at her, unblinking, unwavering. And then the question comes, one whose answer is not easy nor short. They used to be something of import, a wanderer moulding humanity to specification then later to their own whim, one who now, during the daylight hours, finds entertainment in blending in among their numbers. The answer they give, however, is one which is short and to the point, perhaps due to this form being one which does not find communicating in human languages easy (not to mention that most people do not enjoy thoughts being transmitted to them, and changing to a different form has proven to be traumatic to others on many occasions). They point to themselves and respond, 'Laz.' Their hand then moves to point at the disemboweled cow and asks, 'Why? Not like... others.' And makes a squashing sort of motion with both hands as to signify those small packages meat comes in at the stores; expressing such a thing with words would have been much too time consuming and taken too much energy, and there are only so many hours in the night.