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[wretchhed]

❛ You can taunt me, haunt me, it won’t change a thing. ❜

She looks up from her coffee to meet the eyes of the girl in black. No, not girl. Something who tried to pass off so desperately as a girl. Yes, that’s more accurate. Her blood boiled with resentment at the though, at the sight, at the scent of this LITTLE creature. She hated her, oh how she hated her so. Arrogant even though she was so small, aspiring to be something she couldn’t at the price of anything. She clenched the glass in her hand, restraining herself so she wouldn’t accidentally break the ceramic mug. “Taunt you? HAUNT you? Aren’t you the one doing those things to me, child? Can’t even have a decent cup of coffee without you bothering me it seems. Get a hobby, stop being so obsessed with me.”

[eostreous]

Teleport me to your shop then.

and waste my magic when you can just float all the way here? i don’t think so, yuurei-chan~

[eostreous]

❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — @forestofxfireflies ❜ ❫

how long had it been since she first touched her? and it was like she had ventured upon something unspeakable, something she must not have seen. like opening a pandora box and find a little girl curled up inside it. and those eyes that looked back at her had been anything but gentle. though perhaps she had not expected a pair of gentle eyes at all. she too, had kept people inside boxes ( literally ) and they never looked at her with gentle eyes. there was the initial surprise, a shock that froze your tongue all the way to the tip of your toes. a hint of fear. a flavor of brutal viciousness for survivability. oh how she was so familiar with all those. still she picked her up.  she was familiar with those kinds of eyes and that’s exactly why she picked her up. she was drawn to it; like how one is attracted to repulsion perhaps if she were to be crass. and that day had not been any different. spotting the figure not from this world nor hers, she gave a smile so sweet and her voice was like saccharine “oya, yuurei-chan, good day to you. how’s life avoiding human touches?” a little tease that she was, nothing but a witch with wicked intentions and black licorice as heart covered in a thick lacquer of honey, her hand reached out to touch the other. hand brushing against the spirit’s arm and met with nothing but coldness. well. she didn’t mind that either.

[ajisai-gr]

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Part-timer Yamamoto Sayaka (@forestofxfireflies) has moved into unit #404.

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