' you’re a heartless bastard. ' // megumi & sukuna
the witcher 3: wild hunt starters @lunamode
he doesn´t watch the body of the curse user crumble to the ground ; his blood dripping from his claws, his arms, a pool of it already forming underneath his feet. his agonized screams still ring in the air but sukuna has already moved on. his attention lies elsewhere. in the quivering anger, barely restrained but openly displayed, in the slow blossom of potential - it´s good that sukuna knows when to be patient as he turns around to face the kid. fushiguro megumi. his eyes are blazing with fury; for the itadori brat? for the insect lying broken at his feet - limbs torn apart as easily as a kid breaking the legs of a grasshopper; it doesn´t matter. all that matters to him is that he wants more. more anger, more hatred, more strength. he looks at fushiguro megumi, the intensity of his cursed energy curling around his hands, his eyes, his entire being, and delights in the fact he might not have to wait as long as he originally thought. good.
a cruel, blood tinted smile stretches across his lips reaching all the way up to his eyes - how delightful. he wades through the sea of red with insulting casualty, one of his hands resting inside the brats pant pocket as he leans over his charge. a heartless bastard indeed. sukuna brings up his hand to smack it against megumis cheek ; the gesture condescendingly slow as it leaves a bloody imprint sticking to his skin, like a mark. a warning to all who dare to come after his prey. he watches the fire in his eyes blaze and chuckles.
“you´re gonna have to try harder next time.”








