(brain vomit. uh. some light gore [i guess], a human's eyes get fucked with. they die at the end. nekomata!satan and mokumokuren!dolasach working together.)
nekomata!satan spending his days terrorizing any passing humans in the moutains. he likes to play with them, toy with them, make them feel helpless before he inevitably kills and feeds upon them. scaring unsuspecting humans in the mountains, chasing them endlessly through the maze-like forest.
but one human manages to lose him and in their frantic search for a place to hide, they stumble upon and an old abandoned house
the human thinks theyre safe if they stay in the home; it's not like they could leave while the nekomata was somewhere out there, and the house was the best shelter for miles around
yet they can't shake off the feeling that theyre being watched
numerous eyes suddenly surround them, littering the walls and the floor. mokumokuren!dolasach follows them, hidden in the shadows as her many eyes observe the human but does nothing, letting the human think that the eyes are harmless
so they spend the night in the house, thinking that it'll be safe to travel once more when day breaks
but in the middle of the night they're awakened by a sharp pain in their eyes, waking up to find that they can't see anything no matter what they do
they try to rub their eyes, only to find that they were no longer there. only bloody holes and the torn skin of their eyelids
they remain silent, too horrified to scream
until they feel the brush of fur against their skin
do you think two immortals could handle one another’s company forever?
here, in eternity, they’re one another’s daymares & sweet dreams in human form.
a wind-song entwined through the spines, a hymn braided their existences together. no matter how far they ran, there is only so much world for their feet to wander & only so much loneliness a soul can take. they’re the light at the end of the tunnel, the dark of each other’s oceans.
in the daylight, they’re monstrous. exposed by the sun, human forms scarred & wizened & withered after so many years together. flawless & youthful but beneath the skin, they’re dying at the molecular level. how long will they be at the world’s unbending mercy, how long will they never have peace, how long will they—the world is cruel under the sun where they’re forced to see the world change before their eyes & erase everything they know. oh, the world drowned in light. oh, they burn.
in the night, the shadows smooth their rough edges. the knife of their shoulders, the dagger in their smiles, much softer when left unseen. the silence they’ve grown into blankets them with all the warmth of bonfires on beaches. oh, they live through the nights where they taste the world’s blood in their mouth & drown in decadence. night is where they thrive, unbent to the rest of humanity. how the darkness hides their bruises.
in sunlight, they scream themselves raw. press each other towards the light, a chokehold of memory banded around their necks. in the night, they cradle together & bandage their wounds. suffering & scars aligned.
here, in eternity, they’re one another’s saviour.
something i wrote as a warmup before i wrote out a self-indulgent fic. considering what you've mentioned of dolasach & solomon, i think this may breed new inspiration for you, hopefully (◠‿・)—☆ truth be told, this did serve as inspiration for how my own mc deals with her immortality . . . which was the point of the warmup djfjskfjsi just there to serve as a way to word vomit to myself!!
nonnie what the hell, that's an insane warmup >.< i can't imagine having this be the warmup if i had to write something??? ;o; my word vomits are usually so... incomprehensible. and make me feel like i'm better off trying to paint the scene i'm trying to... paint >.>
i'm definitely inspired for sure! i do actually have these bouts of wondering what dola and solomon's relationship ends up being like when it's been probably millions of years and they're the only two humans left;
because it's not hard to think that solomon must feel some sort of guilt that dola's experiencing this with him? as much as he enjoys the company, i've always thought that he'd be opposed to mc/dola becoming immortal because he's been through the insane hardships himself—it's not just a matter of seeing your loved ones die, but having the world forget about you. evolving without you. things you once held sacred reduced to nothing more than societal memory, if that, and yeah, the eventual pain of watching as humanity repeats cycles that lead to certain doom and collective trauma that painfully lasts only for a few generations before its forgotten, cycle reborn.
and well, the eventual end of humanity. in my head, he and dola anticipate it and managed to build an approximation of the human world's natural world in the devildom, or in a pocket dimension similar to the bird sanctuary that i think solomon has...? but the comfort it offers must be double edges, because the only reason it exists is because its origins have been lost to entropy.
and then there's them, the last two humans, there because they're immortal. but dola can still die if she wanted to—and both she and solomon know that there's that lingering misery in her that stems both from the conditions of her immotality and just the pain of so much being lost. does he blame himself for not stopping her somehow? for not reinforcing that immortality is a mistake disguised as a blessing?
it's not like either really wallow in their sadness and mourning for very long, but i still think there are times when it's really difficult and solomon can't help but remind dola that she can let go and be free if she wanted to. to which dola reassures him that she's knows, but she's happier by his side. unlike him she knows very well that there's nothing waiting for her after death, and despite the pain she'd rather feel the warmth of his arms than the void of nothingness—or even worse, the potential future of being a lingering spirit, unable to communicate with him beyond small signs of her being there the way lilith was for a long time. not that she'd ever voice that last part to him.
have this urge to also draw simeon based off of this one random guy i saw walking around the public market yesterday… he was with this one little kid while also carrying a sleeping puppy around with one hand.
