#deathfaced

[ryogai]

“I finally have it in my hands.. William’s Death Scythe!” 

@deathfaced​

[heavenkills]

" Sutcliff, can you behave like an actual shinigami for at least once? I don't want to have to apologize to another demon ever again. "

her    mind    is    racing.    angelina    is    dead,    and    grell    had    killed    her.    (    she    had    held    her.    there’s    blood    on    grell’s    hands    and    on    her    stolen    coat.    )    everything    has    fallen    apart,    not    that    she    had    ever    thought    it    wouldn’t,    but    she    hadn’t    anticipated    the    pain,    the    agony,    both    literal    and    metaphorical.    grell’s    hands    have    never    shaken    so    badly    as    they    do    right    now,    and    it’s    pathetic.    she    had    done    all    this    to    escape    william,    and    she’s    never    been    more    grateful    for    him    dragging    her    back.    but    she’s    disappointed    him,    worse    than    ever    before,    and    it    really    makes    her    wonder    if    she    should    have    died    with    her    love.

it    was    a    fight    she    should    have    won.    fighting    scum    like    that    demon    is    her    job,    it’s    something    she    does    every    day,    yet    she    had    actively    let    that    one    live.    she    was    distracted.    she    was    delirious.    god,    she    still    is    delirious,    wild    eyed,    drenched    in    her    own    blood,    and    shaking    like    a    leaf.    grell    looks    at    william    and    finds    she    wants    to    cry.    now,    grell    is    not    a    woman    who    cries,    but    it    all    hurts    so    much,    and    having    his    disapproval    rest    on    her    shoulders    like    this    when    he    is    all    she    has    ever    cared    about    is    crushing.    she    had    wanted    to    run    away    from    him.    (    she    is    finding    that    it    never    works.    )

❝    i’m    sorry,    will.    it    won’t    happen    again.    ❞    there’s    a    meekness    to    her    tone,    one    that    nobody    has    ever    heard    before.    there’s    a    moment    where    she    realises,    to    her    horror,    what’s    going    to    happen    to    her.    she’s    a    criminal    now,    disgrace    to    her    own    people.    the    damage    reports    will    be    plentiful    and    there’s    no    way    she    will    ever    be    forgiven    for    what    she    has    done.    she’s    going    to    die.    

she    isn’t    looking    at    him    anymore,    and    she’s    stopped    breathing    now    that    her    broken    ribs    make    it    so    hard.    she’s    so    afraid    that    she    has    to    ask    this,    she    has    to,    but    she    knows    that    she    shouldn’t.    ❝    i    shouldn’t    ask    you    favours,    ❞    she    mumbles.    ❝    but    when    it    comes    down    to    it,    i    .    .    .    ❞    say    it.    say    it.    JUST    SAY    IT.    ❝    i’d    like    to    die    by    your    hands.    please.    please.    it    has    to    be    you.    ❞

[feracie]

“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”

                   ‘Something’s Wrong’ Sentence Starters // Closed! 

            AT FIRST THE FELINE couldn’t help but be wary of the individual approaching her. She even made the attempt to pull backwards, but the trap snapped upon one of her paws prevented her from moving further. A low yowl could be heard over the clinking of chains. Was he the one that placed the trap down? 

        Settling down once more, to prevent the metal digging into her skin even more, she eyes the male suspiciously. He doesn’t seem dangerous, nor threatening right now at least. Huffing, the panther turned her attention to her wound and began to lick it. 

[ryogai]

@deathfaced​ said : "Please stop."

“Well when Ronald saw the grabber stick, he wanted it to play with. How could I tell him no, William? Then the others wanted the extras I had and so it just sort of.. Got out of control from there. At least they don’t look exactly like your pruner?”

[reddecth]

@deathfaced​

     ❝ -- Define OFFICE APPROPRIATE.. ? Surely you don’t expect me to show up to a party looking anything but my best? ❞

[ryogai]

@deathfaced​ said : "I'm afraid I am not quite understanding your intentions"

First Three Get a Kiss : Accepting 1/3 - or more

“You don’t have to read too much into it, William..” This was the last time she allowed a Caster to test some kind of spell around her without asking exactly what it did first. Thanks to that, there was now this misunderstanding she had to explain away. Kissing William out of the blue like that had to be strange to him. “It was just um.. Out of my hands?”

[fatedcfied-a]

“   …   well ,   we’re   not   doing   that  .   ” / to any muse you'd like!

a one-shot kill. 

       “eh, why not?”

[steamfix]

"There is absolutely no way that will work. It's even releasing smoke."

“Now now, it is just a prototype. And also, it is supposed to release smoke. It’s a hand grenade. Think fast, Will.”

Her face was as smug as ever.