STOP BOOPING ME WHEEZES
you fool. I'm only going to do it more now.
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STOP BOOPING ME WHEEZES
you fool. I'm only going to do it more now.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐍 , 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 . Whatever kind of life that once lived in it now having long vacated the vicinity . The Devil hadn't thought to take up any kind of mission dealing with saving an entire CITY , yet here they were , doing just that . A disdainful scowl ripples across stoic features as they ruminate on the thought , but quickly disappates as they approach the wrecked comms panel . Gaze sweeps over the surface as they search for something , ANYTHING , that might allude to the cause of the outburst .
𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁 , Vergil reaching out so as to knock it off towards the ground with a muted THUMP . The blood has dried by this point , leaving the file warped but not unopenable . There's a gentle rustle , before the pause in motion & a putrid scent that keen nose picks up ( something , someone , is present nearby , & they were not human ) . Head turns , & pale gaze narrows towards the entrance as they see a form standing there . Hand once at the opening of the folder , now slowly resting on hilt of weapon .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ — I believed this facility abandoned , ❜ 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 , 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 . Moreso a WARNING than an unbridled threat . Whether ally or foe was yet to be determined , & The Devil was not the type to pretend amicability towards a stranger . ❛ I suggest you continue on . ❜ / @insurged
[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room ( from knives for fenix <3 )
It feels like a challenge at times.
Eyes catch and hold, forgotten forest green and that chilling blue. A dare to look away and break first until something inevitably pulls one of their attentions. Childish sometimes, indecipherable others, and it didn't feel like she'd even been here that long.
In the grand scheme of two people who didn't seem to age, or barely did at all.
Hers breaks this round, called forward by somebody else calling her name another time. Muscles in her jaw tick once as she allows her arm to be taken, argentate stripes pulsing along the point of contact. No more stifling chemicals and makeup to hide them here, nor her innumerous qualities that makes her seem more inhuman with every lingering peek.
Studies aside; watching the white tails of a lab coat disappear; Fenix does not look back toward him yet, pressing her thumb over the little puncture instead, a faint rumble on her tone. "Can I help you? Or would you like a picture?"
∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out . ( from gojo :) )
you will lose.
somber atmosphere hung thick, even beyond the room where sorcerers dwelled ―― wide eyed gazed glued onto television that displayed fight. THE STRONGEST OF TODAY / THE STRONGEST OF HISTORY. a one sided fight, of which the outcome was more than predictable ... so why ? DAMN SELFISH SELFLESS BASTARD.
dead branches dance with a bitter breeze, a chill in the air that seems all too fitting. still, despite it all, a single leaf clings onto bark; desperate not to float away & be forgotten amongst masses of the dead & rotting. SUCH IS LIFE ―― one sacrifice for the better of many. PATHETIC, IDIOTIC. teeth clench as jaw grinds, pressure of nails against biceps staining fabric red. she should have FLAYED HIM ALIVE, she should have DEVOURED HIM WHOLE ... she should have told him the truth.
come back, come back to me.
rain falls in the form of frozen flakes, silence befalling air momentarily filled with cheer. lidded regard watches leaf lose its hold, floating to the ground where it came to rest. GOJO SATORU HAS WON LOST. hot is the singular tear that rolls down cheek, leaving a scorching trail in its wake. she stands, snow slowly but surely buryung the leaf, soon to conceal it & render it lost to the world. such is life ―― temporary & meaningless.
foot near treads on leaf, crunching it beneath sole ... purposefully stepping around it. it served its purpose, a beautiful spring. how thankful she was for it, even if fleeting.
rest well, satoru.
STARTER , @insurged 1/2 ✰ Garou
"I mean... You don't look great. But that's alright! Maybe people won't notice!" that relentless optimism was a plague. It held their tongue for the younger even though he was surely aware of the shameful state he stood in. So as long as he held himself tall and proud, he could make it work. Radiating confidence is key to trick others into a good impression, or intimidating impression. Dawa hummed to themself, patting the young man on the shoulder, having to extend their arm quite far to do so. "I would say don't move around too much or else the stitches will come undone, but~ That's a futile request isn't it?"
❛ . . . sit still ! ❜ he insists on fidgeting while she wraps gauze around his torso - so annoying, but what's the point of having a med school drop - out for a girlfriend other wise ? the moment @insurged walked through the door, she knew something was amiss - he's great at bearing the pain, but something was off. ( if you ask her how she knows , she'll brush it off , says it's nothing. )
❛ this is the third time this month - you're staying home tomorrow.❜
* 𝑖 . — 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 › eagerly accepting .
@insurged asked : ❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face ( from cross )
bloodied, bruised, battered. beaten. rachel rushes to his side, just before his knees give up, barely holding him up with her smaller frame —— she merely softens the landing & the pair of them fall to the ground with a heavy thud. “sorry... - are you alright?” a wince. for indeed she intended to break his fall, not fall with him.
she was no experienced healer but she still regards him with visible concern. a jittered once-over that’s cursory at best. he manages something of a grin ❪ all wearied and exhausted and weak ❫ and it does little to reassure. “why did you go and do such an idiotic thing?!” her chastise lacked the bitter edge of anger — voice breaking, wavering with pooling tears — because, above all, she is relieved he is alive. “how can you throw away your life so recklessly? to toss aside your life for mine like one of your cigarettes-” lithe hands ball into fists, curling & wrinkling the lapels of his shirt ❪ the least of either of their concerns ❫ . despite her best attempts the tears fall anyways, warm as it trails the curve of her cheek; seemingly endless despite her rough wipes & so she resigns to hiding —— face buried close to his chest, uncaring of the bloodied state of his coat but it’s hard to ignore when its scent clings to him ❪ she almost misses the scent of cigarettes & alcohol ... almost ❫ .
“your life,” she began whilst enveloping both his hands into hers, bringing it close to her chest, grip tight as if she held his life in those very hands. “— isn’t less than. it breaks my heart to see you regard yourself so lowly when i would just as easily give my life if it meant saving yours.”
“... so promise me to never sacrifice yourself again. if i’m to live then so will you, okay?” and she looks at him in earnest, unwilling to let him off the hook until she has his promise. his callused palm rose to brush away a stray lock of blonde, thumb catching her tears. he could easily lie, speak of false reassurances, alas his mien was reticent ❪ a touch melancholic ❫ as he meets her gaze —— perhaps he could never promise her such a thing but she’s determined to show him otherwise.