@fouls ... it’s fun. i like to win. * the girl from nowhere, accepting!
❛ oh, sure. more like you enjoy beating people into the fuckin’ ground. ❜ maybe it’s the perfectionist in them that makes him so frustrated, makes him curl his hand into a fist &. hit the flooring. spent. irritated. ❪ what a fucking mistake. why’d you agreed to a spar? don’t even know why you said yes, knowing the likely outcome —— you barely stand a chance against it / no, there’s never a chance against it. you know plenty about what it’s capable of, don’t bother asking for the details when the stories have already made their way to inazuma, always whispered in unease. ❫ death, dying, decay —— childe is feared for good reason. heizou fears childe for good reason. only a little bit, of course. ❪ always has some kind of death wish, always indifferent to poking dogs with sticks until they finally lash back. ❫ but nevertheless, at least they survived. stood a minute, maybe less. &. perhaps this is foolishly hopeful, but it’s definitely a better feat than other people could say, right?
❛ you call that ‘going easy?’ ❜ it’s full of shit, &. they’re getting sloppy, it seems. hasn’t picked up a sword in a moment, &. if he’d gone against a younger, more angrier version of themself, they would’ve been knocked their feet the same way. ❪ it’s fine. gun’s easier, anyway. ❫ hand goes to his collar, presses lightly at the dull pain in his chest as if to soothe. ❛ that’s gonna leave bruises! for days! fuck, you know i’m iron deficient! ❜
he reaches over for his sword, rises to sit up, catch his breath. then, uses the blade as some sort of support, tries to rise to his feet with shaky legs. ❛ help me up? please? ❜ look at how nice he’s being, too! ❛ we’re goin’ again. &. could you not put me in cardiac arrest? ❜
