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[hxgure]

Nicolas (@monstrous-twilight)  selected to leave.

As quick as he appeared, he watched his former younger self meander in and out in silence. Something they were both very familiar with. There was still that lingering thought of the possibility of hallucinating still. No labored breathing, no breaking out in sweats, no sudden spasms or convulsions. Nothing to indicate this was a hallucination. Which begged the question, just how was this possible?

Had he bit the dust without even realizing it?

[bcnriya]

He's watching the young master sleep. He looks so peaceful when his eyes are shut...

unprompted | @monstrous-twilight

He lays in his bed, dreaming of nothing. It’s quiet in his room and in his unconsciousness. No one is yelling and nothing hurts. It’s easy to remain in his peaceful slumber -- except that it’s not. His unconscious instincts scream for him to protect himself, to roll and hide under the bed. It takes him a few moments to come to even partial wakefulness nonetheless. If it was his father he was just going to deal.

It’s not his father. It’s Nicolas. Staring at him. Like a little weirdo. Worick grabs the pillow unoccupied by his head to hurl it at his bodyguard. “Why are you so weird?!” Not that there’s any use in grumbling at him. Worick pulls his heavy comforter over his head to bury his groggy face back into the pillow under his head.

[metsittaa]

@monstrous-twilight ❞

                 ❝ Are you hurt? ❞ Lydia inquires with concern with lightly knelted brows and her lips forming a small line thought there is a slight tremble from her bottom lip. 

[idolspurgatory-blog]

@monstrous-twilight / /  LIKED !!

❛   .... oh. i’m sorry, i didn’t see you there.  ❜    mind far gone , that he didn’t even notice a thing a round him, especially another being. which causes him to walk into the other. 

[devildamned-blog]

‘ pon seeing bruised and battered face of the child she is immediately hit ( as though standing smack in the middle of a crazed ocean ) with nigh uncontrollable urge to coddle. instead, enamel gnash and scarred digits clench, only to dig well into bandages decorating skin the color of a corpse ; well, she was one. 

typically tensed facial features gently ‘ lax with lids falling half - closed and lips gently parting to speak to unknown figure, “ hello there, love. are you okay ? do you need a bandaid or something ? “

@monstrous-twilight — liked.

[wrathbled]

attacks him from above with his katana at the ready. he's been given a job; kill the man named shiki. he hoped his surprise attack would , well, be a surprise.

annoying pest. when will they  EVER  learn? it was tiresome, honestly. afore the keen blade of the other’s katana could establish a  PHYSICAL  contact with his brittle skin, shiki’s figure stirred to the opposite direction in pursuance of  EVADING  the attack. one of his two lower appendages thereupon  BASHED  the stranger’s back which caused their figure to descend onto the grotty surface. unfortunately, that was not the end of it. shiki’s fingers savagely  ENTWINED  themselves with the stranger’s ebony locks, hauling the other’s head upward.

’who sent you?’

[preciousyellowidiot-blog]

@monstrous-twilight​ liked for a one-liner!

― Oh, hi.”

Masaomi didn’t move from the door he was guarding where Mikado was talking with someone, looking down at the younger who just appeared.

― There’s a meeting inside; did you want anything?”