#deafreccia

[brckenprcmises-blog]

@deafreccia  ♥’d for a starter

“ Ahh. . . K-Kaname-san. . . Wh-what are you doing ? ”

[unlimitedmusketworks]

Seeds of Hope and Sorrow- RP w/ deafreccia

“Tiro Finale!” 

With a blast of golden light seared through her body, the witch collapsed and disappeared. The crayon scribblings of her familiars twisted and distorted, with their master no longer able to sustain them, their screeching and babbling growing fainter by the second until they could be heard no longer. Around them, the massive toy blocks began to crumble and fade, until the human alleyways once again took their appropriate shape. 

The familiar ‘tink’ of a grief seed dropping onto the floor radiated through the empty corridor, and after a brief bit of searching, Mami found it. It was unfortunately smaller than usual- just a single absorption of malice and it would be ready for consumption by Kyubey. The blond took a lot at her soul gem. It was fairly muddled, and for some time she had felt the strain of it on her body. Yet, she had difficulty using it in good conscience. 

“Here you go, Kaname-san.” She said, extending the grief seed out to her charge. “You did an excellent job today.” 

[puer-magi-madoka-magica]

“Okay everyone, please give a warm welcome to our new arrival.”

At the teacher’s urging, a boy stepped forward, standing before everyone else. The first thing any of the students actually noticed about him was probably his longish, messy black hair, which trailed down into long bangs and contrasted so sharply with the light-colored male uniform. It was difficult to tell whether the style was from a total lack of care, or careful styling.

“Hello,” A cacophony of voices rose to greet him, and he felt the eyes of everyone on him. Everything about the scene was just as it had always been. The same motions and sounds repeated, an endless cycle with only one possible outcome.

So far.

In the sections of desks where girls clustered, murmurs were already going strong. He didn’t acknowledge that, or seem to notice anything, now staring straight ahead. To most students it looked like he was frozen stiff from nervousness. In reality, his gaze had landed on a certain pink-haired girl, Homura’s own distinctive purple eyes wide.

Whatever his reasons, the new kid had to be nudged by the teacher before he even noticed the rest of the world, much less gave his name. It was written on the board anyhow for all to see..

He shuffled into the sole empty desk when prompted, remaining silent and still as the morning’s lesson finally started.