⚱ i send two because i suck
⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar
HE DOESN’T BELIEVE IT AT FIRST.
when he sees her go down, && after five minutes she doesn’t get back up. when he hears the GUN SHOT && he thinks it’s just the popping of some tires or fireworks off the distance. but he sees the barrel of the gun && the MAN BEHIND THE WEAPON && honest to God he just wanted to get home before four a.m. but he sees it ---------
sees eri die before his eyes.
motherfucking. he waits until the man leaves, && then when the coast is clear he walks over to her body. his steps sound hollow to his ears. the colors of the world are blurring. he’s trying to find it. her colors in her breath. the muted reds dotted with blacks ----- her color. but he doesn’t hear it. no matter how much closer he gets he. he can’t see it. he can’t see it.
when he gets to her body, he’s standing over it; hovering. it’s almost hilarious. honestly. to see her dead. before his eyes. HIM OF ALL PEOPLE. they were acquaintances, at best. due to mutual friend(s) ( ??? ). they fucked once. that was cool.
but everyone always thought eri’s SUPER STRENGTH meant she was INDESTRUCTIBLE. that she could take anything. && maybe her deadpan, apathetic demeanor did nothing more than to heighten that assumption. kaname never saw it that way.
she could still get broken. she could still get hurt. super strength did not equal indestructibility.
apparently the bullet wound through her head was enough evidence to prove that.
“ . . . I should, call someone.” who though ?? Sachiko first ?? Tell her, oh hey by the way I found eri with a bullet in her head lol anyways what’s good ?? or the police ?? yeah. the police. the police first. then while he waits he can think of a way to break the news to sachiko. aw fuck what if she cried ?? he couldn’t handle that. those colors would be an awful mess.
he stares down at eri’s body. he’s trying to elicit some emotion. he’s WILLING tears to come to his eyes. he’s willing his body to move. but he just sees images of his parents dead bodies. && when he looks down he sees the pool of blood seeping into his white shoes. fuck. he takes a step back, pinching at the space between his eyes.
“Fuck.” he shakes as he dials 911, putting the phone to his ear. when they pick up, he rattles off what he saw, his location, the name of the body. it all comes off MONOTONE. foreign to his own ears. && when they tell him to stay on the line, someone’s on the way, kan nods ( catching himself, because they won’t fucking see him ).
he has half a mind to take a snapchat with eri’s dead body then reminds himself wait. that’s in bad taste.
