propitious surroundings notwithstanding predestined illusion where eleemosynary with current ideals, one hand around a pretty porcelain throat while the other carelessly grooms soft tresses admixture of charcoal and petal white. outré indication of what was going to occur without reprieve comes in the form of such condescending movements. kaneki is neither kind nor gentle in his state of being a ghost ; a figment of imagination rooted so heavily in one’s sorrow it is only with antediluvian practices his prey would be able to ignore him, equipoise promised like the gentle breath that is laughed against a mouse’s ear soft and light. it’s only with legerdemain that he’s gotten this far, wrapped tight around a spinal cord, an INFECTION tainting the brain through snarls and coils. he is a snake and sanity is the forbidden fruit he dangles ‘fore his mouse. his voice is but a hiss in the air ( N̰̱̰͗̀̊Õ̧̜̥̅̌T͖̤̥̎̓͋I̬͓̣͐͋̾C̮͈̺͂̿͌E͈̩͎͑̍̾ ̲͔͍̆̀̃M͈̹̩͑̚̚E̪̖͉͊̑̓ ̛͎̩͔̇͐A̧̮͔͂̔͗Ċ̤̩̞̌͠Ć̤̭̦̆͘E͓̝̰͂̊͐P̦̝͖͛͆̄T͈̤̥̿̇̑ ̲͚̥͌̾̂M̢͎̬̈́̿͘E̡̛̜̻̅̉ ̨̰̹̒̽̕N̼̤̹͒̽͝Ȍ͉͓̼͒͑T̘̩͉͗̾́Ì̯͚̦͘͝C̢͎͈̄̅̋E̡̺̬̐͛͠ ̡̜̈́͐͜͝M̙͈̪̑͆́E̝̗͇͗̋̊ ͈͕͉̅̍͝Ǎ̬̞̼̔͝C̤̠̊͘͘ͅC̢̛̳̞͑̚Ȩ̬͚͐̌̍P̠̩͐͆́ͅṬ̛̱̲͒̍ ̡̋͆̿͜ͅM̮̹̪̈́͘͘Ȩ̹̍̄̅͜ ) where ticklish breath is bound to whisper repeated notions, fingers now talons in such gentle, timid flesh. ❝ all you have to do is let go. all you have to do is give yourself to me. wouldn’t you like that? wouldn’t you like to be free? just let go, then. just give me control. his percipience seems off, captured so easily by sweet nothings and without contretemps has he seemed to lean so eagerly in kaneki’s touch – or was rather pulled in taut by a vicelike grip that refuses even a budge from where sharp shoulder blades cut into kaneki’s chest. what a scrofulous sight it would be to come across, victim seduced by a sultry murmur of hardly broken promises of release and descent, febrile skin suckled and nibbled where a parted mouth is able to press where a collar does not hide. mélange of such eager touches press here and there, hands that curl and pull away until they are eye to eye, nose to nose, mouth to mouth. kaneki MANIPULATES haise as he wishes to see him, like his touch is a sanative and not the opposite. it’s with cruelty that he pulls haise’s mouth open, parted, and catches him in a sauviation gentle but firm —— and eats his tongue right out of his mouth, slick sounds of appreciation only coming from the fact the ache to feed is now taken care of.
