#mirrorlit

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nya. this is a callout for @castitatli​ / @mirrorlit​ for bEING A FUCKING CANNIBAL AND TRYING TO EAT ME.

castitatli: OMNOMNOM                RIP NYA

[mirrordoubt-blog]

@mirrorlit​  ❤ for a starter!

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          it was almost FRIGHTENING how life on the island had gradually started to become normal, especially since it had been a while since anything violent had occurred. in fact, sometimes to hajime it felt as though he had resided there for years when in reality it hadn’t been close to that long. although the constant concern of something happening to one of his friends still nagged him every now && then, life almost seemed peaceful. here, peace was a fleeting concept, && he couldn’t help but embrace it.           ever since he &&  chiaki had grown closer, he sometimes wished that time could stop && the two of them could just spend time together without an inkling of worry. however, as the thoughts enter his mind again, hajime catches himself && shakes his head in dismissal; HAPPINESS could never last in an island of DESPAIR. a light breeze tickles his skin as he makes his way to the hotel’s lobby, where he was hoping to see her familiar face. pushing the doors open, lips curve upward as he notices chiaki sitting there. ❛ hey,❜ he greets, quietly sitting down beside her because he doesn’t want to interrupt the steady rhythm of buttons being tapped.

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@mirrorlit / 

                he knows he’s more of a nuisance than anything else ,  his presence a bother regardless of what it is he may be bringing with him    (  information , a question , just his vile company and nothing more ...  )    and it would be best to keep to himself , let the others mingle as they please without his intrusions  ---  but he doesn’t do that , considers it , decides against it  /  masochistic boy , taking every jab to the chest willingly with a smile on his face , seeking out what he knows will only be painful interactions for even those are better than to be alone.  so he steps forward , slides up beside their resident gamer with hands in pockets and a softness to his gaze that must seem so out of place to those around him  ---  Q : WHAT IS THE MONSTER WHEN IT SHEATHES ITS CLAWS ?  /  A : PLOTTING , MY DEAR ; PLOTTING  ---  and perhaps it would be better if he prowled about looking the part of the danger they believe him to be but , alas : he does not. 

                 ❛  have you been to the new island yet , nanami - san ?  ❜      their third , a trophy for surviving this long , for condemning their classmates    (  in the name of hope  /  in the name of despair  )    and it’s a little morbid to consider , but , well  ---  ‘ morbid ’  is a good summary of their lives at present time , victory prizes for discarded corpses hardly the worst things to be presented with.      ❛  there wasn’t a lot that interests me over there , truthfully , but i did see a shop full of old electronics.  most of it looked pretty worn down or even broken ... but i’m sure there could be something that might interest you.  ❜