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❛ what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself. ❜
meme. | always accepting
listening to him was SUCH a chore, sometimes. retract--- almost ALWAYS.
❛ if anything, you’re one of ikebukuro’s monsters. ❜
does he ever say NORMAL things ?
@echoingmelancholy || Starter Call
Hazy, the seer’s recollection of the past few moments was hazy, a vision had hit her like a freight train and the Caribbean witch found herself at a bit of a loss. The visions often plagued her nightmares but it was rare that she got one of the blue like this, wearily, Athi attempted to steady herself on the closest surface before reaching out to the closest person.
“Do you know where the uh...metro is?”
Arrow thing because mobile
[ ik that feel ]
i would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | i dislike you or you annoy me. | i would like to get to know you better. | i pity you. | you confuse me. | i feel indifferent towards you. | i would be friends with you. | i would fight by your side. | i would hug you or hold your hand. | i would kiss you. | i would sleep with you. | i would lie for you. | i would protect you. | i would fall in love with you. | i would kill for you | i respect you. | you are my family. | i don’t know you.
“Can I get you anything?”
‘ um...some tea would be nice. ‘
She manages to reply, struggling to make her voice audible without straining her throat further. Saki knows she shouldn't be talking if she was this hoarse, but silence happens to be one of the few things she truly detests. Pulling the blanket she’s wrapped in tighter about herself, she leans back against the couch. When she decided to spend a week with Izaya, this was certainly not the way she envisioned it to go.
He only rolled his eyes, irritation quickly taking over his thoughts as he glanced back at the women again. “You know what, on second thought, get out.” So much for being nice.
With a soft huff, he tossed the blanket at her regardless, scratching at the back of his head before turning to head back towards his desk once more. “If you pass out on your way home, don’t blame me.”
Disregarding his ‘orders’ completely she uncurled the blankets, sank down on his couch and rolled into a ball. Facing the back cushions she burrowed herself so deeply in the blanket that nothing but a single big toe poked out of the bottom. For ventilation purposes.
“Thanks,” she peeped from inside her warm cavern.
Beg | Izaya Orihara
Well, part of him had already been expecting this but it was oddly amusing to hear the sheer extent of hatred that dripped from the youth’s words. Oh, how fascinating. He absolutely adored the amount of damage he could inflict upon other’s lives, a snicker rising to his lips as he dipped into a low, mocking bow.
“If that’s what you wish, then so be it~” He dropped to his knees, arms folded before his chest and that smirk never faltering from his expression even as crimson hues bore back into the unfortunate male.
“I am truly sorry for everything I’ve done to ruin your lives. Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking.” There was bite to his words, sarcasm practically a living thing that wormed it’s way into every syllable that dropped from his lips, plain to see in how his gaze seemingly swam with his own dose of dark amusement. There was nothing quite as satisfying as pissing this brat off after all.
“Afraid to say though, the dare only applies to one thing. Besides, I don’t beg.”
“Hnggh...” It had been foolish of him to expect anything more than a mockery of his request, even if he had been forced to do it. Despite this, his words only made him angrier. There was no one in the world who made him angrier than Izaya. How could he just view human emotions as pieces to be played with? View him as pieces to be played with?
The words dug deep into him as Izaya knew they would, but with every psychological blow they landed the spark on his temper’s fuse inched closer and closer to the dynamite. As it hissed along, his fists and teeth clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut. At Izaya’s three final words, the flame ignited the bomb.
“Well now’s when you better fucking start!”
On an impulse of sheer rage, Masaomi swung out his left leg and it slammed into Izaya’s skull with a crack, knocking him to the ground. While he recovered, Masaomi threw some more choice words at him.
“Are you even human? Do you even have a heart? Where the fuck do you get off causing turmoil in everyone’s lives? You... are a demon.”
[ ragingbartender echoingmelancholy headless-transporter glad we’re all on the same page. like i could really only see him being submissive in CERTAIN SITUATIONS and only if he wanted to or it benefited him in any way. also shizuos a baby. ]
