❛ hey there demons , it’s me . . . ya boi . ❜ for haku
dilapidated concrete secrets a nauseating black substance, trickles in descending rivulets making his stomach do somersaults … and yet, with the valour of a man stricken with mania, should hikaru parade down the neglected halls, mounds of verdant foliage, peeking through the ruptures quivering in his wake. how did he end up in this situation ? honestly, he doesn’t remember signing up for such minacious endeavours at any point in his measly life span and yet, when his wrist is snared, anticipation ichor that drips from the other’s lips, he finds himself enraptured all over again …
he takes a tremulous breath, irises darting from left to right, his mind whirls with the possibility of each and every stretch of darkness, convulsing before him, quite possibly being an entity that would rather revel in gnawing on his organs …
but all opportunity to contemplate was stolen as his voice reverberated through the building, catapulting off of unhinged doors, smeared across shattered glass, submerged beneath the rising slant of decaying floor-boards. his muscles seize, his throat a catacomb of sudden trepidation —— he was going to get them killed.
❝ do … do you really have to do that every time ? ❞
