#charitybell

[lotusdelusion]

❖┋( @charitybell  )┋ ————————————  ( 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 ?? )．

Anger sparked through him. Sure he was optimistic, but it was all he had.

“I don’t know. I don’t know! I want to know what’s going on. I want to save people. I want everyone to be fine and, you know what? If we were all happy that wouldn’t actually be the end of the world!”

“I’m just… I’m not ready for complete despair. Not yet.”

Brows and lips quiver right at the end of the other’s assertive answer, while Apostle is caught in this frail sense of impotence... Maybe for not being able to convince his companion about his point, maybe for not expecting anyone to actually believe anything good could come out of this damn Crusade. Maybe a combination of both. Still, his face remains firm, with slightly furrowing as words reach surface leaving this bitter taste on his mouth.   ❛❛ Expect anyone to get out of a war being happy sure proves you’re more naive than I thought! You should be thankful if you actually manage to survive. ❜❜  

Long pause hangs in the air almost as if the following sentence was far harder to gather together than actually desired, lips trembling at each phoneme.   ❛❛ We don’t save anyone ------------ ❜❜

[bellwielder]

A twist in time

@charitybell

It had been a while since he was sent on a mission so far away from the Order on his own. The first months after his return Komui seemed very eager to always send him out in the company of at least one other exorcist, mostly newbies, especially on long missions. It was almost as if they were still worried about his condition. Daisya ground his teeth at the thought, yet he understood their worries. They couldn’t afford losing another exorcist in their lines.

The finder that accompanied him kept up with his pace, and even though the turk was rather social and easily got bored on long journeys like this, they hadn’t spoken a word since they left the train station. He was too busy being tangled up in his own thoughts.

Eventually they reached the cave where the supposed Innocence was located. As the finder attempted to go ahead, Daisya held him back and smiled. Even without a word his partner seemed to understand and took the exorcist’s bag to keep it safe until he would return. A quick glance examined the entrance of the cave, then he walked in, pulling up his long hood, the sound of small bells around his belt commenting his every step.

It took a while until he reached the point of interest. In a large hall at the end of the narrow tunnel stood the big, semi-clear crystal he read about in the mission reports. About seven feet tall, solid and eerily glowing from inside. His eyes scanned the area. Nothing else seemed out of order, so he slowly approached the beautiful stone, and as he came closer he could even see his reflection in the polished surface. A fascinating thing, yet he couldn’t let his guard down just yet. With one finger he traced the smooth, almost mirror-like crystal. The glow became brighter all of a sudden and before Daisya could react he was engulved in the bright light emitting from the stone, disappearing from this world.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a weird place, surrounded by crystals similar to the one he just touched. They were everywhere, on the walls, the ceiling, the ground beneath his feet. His heart started to race as he tried to find the way back. What was going on here?

[tospititontheon]

@charitybell​ || cont

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                                Stubborn as always it seemed. Slowly they come closer, crouching down besides the downed man. They watch him for a moment before chuckling. Joints clicking as they turn and sit down besides him before laying down, looking up at the ceiling. Eyes sliding closed for a bit as they hum. 

                                ❛❛ Take your time, I’ll lay here with you so it just looks like we’re vibing and Kanda is less likely to bark at us from where he’s sparring. ❜❜ They shift around a bit, getting comfy before sighing contently, smiling softly under their mask. Already joints were beginning to decompress, muscles aching now that they’re taking the time to examine themself mentally.

[tospititontheon]

@charitybell​ || cont

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                                       ❛❛ Oi oi oi. Don’t forget, I came out third the last time all of us raced together. Don’t even think you’ll be outrunning me this time, Daisy-boy. Your ass is grass tonight. ❜❜ They taunt, dropping into position, fingers touching the floor as they aim themself for him, armor joints clicking into position before they bolt right for the man at an almost frightening speed. They still aren’t as fast as Lenalee, but holy shit are they getting there.

                                        High heels hit the floor at breakneck speed, coming right for Daisya, actually trying to get him this time.

[tospititontheon]

@charitybell​ || cont

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                                     The scream through his golem, it replays in their head, its on a loop. High heels hit the ground and they hit the cobblestones hard, leaving cracks in the stone. They lost the finders about two blocks before. They run past Akuma, bullets just missing the tail of their coats. Their mask plays on its own, windows trembling from the volume. The toe of their shoe hitting a slightly taller rock, nearly sending them to the ground, but a clawed hand catches their fall, leaving deep gouges as they continue to run as hard as possible. They need to give Daisya backup before something terrible happens.

                                       They turn the corner, just spotting black coattails going around a corner, but their eyes fall to Daisya. That other bastard could wait, first, they need to help their teammate and getaway. Clawed hands bring him down from where the bastard has hung him up. They feel like their mouth has gone dry, trembling faintly as they try to take care of the other’s injuries, making eye contact as he speaks. A comforting hand reaches up, wiping a bit of dirt off of his cheek almost affectionately. ❛❛ Don’t worry, just relax, I’ll keep you safe. We need to get out of here. ❜❜

                                        Even while doing their best to seem calm and collected, they’re trembling, They pull the other exorcist up onto their back. A glance is thrown back towards the alleyway they saw the culprit disappear around, feeling their legs get weak for a moment. Knees lock to keep themself from falling forward, only unlocking with a click when they begin jogging away from the scene, back towards where the finders should be by now. Their belly tied in knots with paranoia, taking odd turns to the rendevous point to lose an invisible pursuer. It’s not paranoia if someone really is after you, and as far as Miku knew, they were never truly safe. ❛❛ Tonight, whatever you do. Don’t stop talking, Daisya. Talk about anything, everything. Please. Just don't stop talking. ❜❜

[tospititontheon]

@charitybell​ || cont

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                                       Ah- Well, it sure seems that he doesn’t really understand but he’s got the spirit. They visibly deflate a little bit, having tried slapping down a bit of angst into the conversation, but now its taken an entirely different turn. They blink a few times. ‘As long as you’re comfortable’ though? That has them mentally reeling, Visible confusion twists their expression. They...they never actually thought about it before. A harsh huff of air leaves their chest, armored hands lifting faintly.

                                       ❛❛ Never thought about it. Just...do what the finders do I guess, switch it up every now and again. Miss and Lady get so boring. You know, I actually do kind of like it when they call me Young Master. ❜❜ Miku mutters, holding their chin a bit as they ramble.

[yuanven]

@charitybell​ tapped the heart!

     " d’you miss it? home, that is. what you had before the order. ” sayuri’s voice is surprisingly soft, though it lacks the wistfulness her words might suggest. she misses the bakery, mrs. sauveterre, and alex’s brothers. she even misses sharing alex’s tiny bed, but sayuri doesn’t dare allow herself to long for any of it. it would be foolish to when she knows they can’t go back now.

     still, a tiny part hopes a visit won’t be out of the question one day.

     a sheepish grin stretches across sayuri’s face as she turns her gaze from the train window to her fellow exorcist. “ sorry -- that send off the villagers gave us has me feeling nostalgic. ”

[jvln]

             HE SOMETIMES THOUGHT THE NIGHT BEFORE  were worse than anything that could follow.  the serene quietness of the sunset was a false mirage,  doing nothing to prepare the citizens of this little town for the demons within their midsts.  they had just arrived,  too late to really do something,  so the exorcists were left to wait till morning.  nights like these were the hardest.

              PERHAPS THE DREAD OF WHAT AWAITED THEM  was the cause  of his pondering,  eyes fixed upon the onyx bracelet connecting him with his weapon.  he eventually breaks the silence,  eyes looking up to find the other,  brows knitted in cautious wonder.     “   what do you think your life would have been like if it hadn’t been for innocence ?   ”

@charitybell​ LIKED FOR  A  STARTER.