#faustian-fatality

[cloakxdaggxr]

▲- Ciel

@faustian-fatality

❝I never said I was your friend.❞

His eyes connected with his laptop, rather than the Young Earl. Pecking away at the keyboard with one hand, tapping at a smart phone with the other, all whilst listening in to a recording and taking mental note.

Still, within this midst of information gathering, he still had time to reply to Ciel. Especially in his usual, matter-of-fact, tone of voice.

[ningoris-blog]

A Little Breather || Ciel && Yuki

@faustian-fatality liked for a starter

Mornings have always been hard. For example, Yuki always had a hard time waking up in the morning, and a morning breeze often helped to wake him. They were also hard because the morning air was hard to breathe for somebody with weak lungs, such as Yuki. While he always had his inhaler on him, his inhaler was literally in-hand whenever he left his apartment in the morning.

This morning was particularly foggy. The humidity in the air was making it difficult to breathe, and Yuki had already taken some of the medicine from his inhaler. Taken just a few minutes ago, Yuki could feel his wheezy breaths begin to mellow out and become more even.

Other people, however, were not as lucky as Yuki. He stumbled upon a hunched over boy whose own haggard breaths rivaled Yuki’s from when he was that size... or just a few minutes ago.

It wasn’t ideal, but Yuki had to do something that could help the boy without moving him and worsening his condition. He approahced the boy and pulled his hand out of his pocket, uncurling his fist to hold out his personal.

“Here, use this,” Yuki advised, pushing his hand towards the boy.

[cxtchtwentytwo-blog]

"I can't stand the sight of you."

“Yeah? Well the feeling’s mutual, kid.” 

[kuvixra-blog]

Indubitably [@faustian-fatality]

“An abandoned warehouse. How typical.”

Although this was technically doling out vigilante justice, who was Kuvira to let those suspicious individuals have their way? She first saw them in the depths of the slums, talking about some big heist they planned on pulling off on Wednesday night. They were either too thick to realize they were being spied on or too desperate to consider their plan would fail. Either way, their big mouths would be their undoing.

Kuvira quietly sneaks into the building, planning to take the criminals out with a quick and painless stealth attack. She moves in closer to what she suspected to be the main holding room, her pose steady as she prepares to kick the door open- - 

A loud yell coupled by several crashing sounds and cursing disrupts her focus.

“...What the hell is going on in there?”