it's dark out. the streets are quiet, save for the faint hum of the streetlights overhead. it should be peaceful. but kira's been totally wired these past few weeks — a head full of dark, and a buzzing current underneath her skin. she can't sleep. can't help but think back to that awful time, and to the awful thing she did. it shouldn't be. it can't be. but if it is, and if it's back ... 自業自得. or, as the americans say, ' you reap what you sow '.
she's chewing her lip, peering into the shadows and wondering whether the glint she spies is from rainwater or from familiar, dagger-sharp teeth, when she turns the corner to find herself face-to-face with —
" violet! " @ofknifethrows
the name is a yelp as she stumbles back, palm pressed against her chest like she might hold her heart in place. " jeez, you scared the crap out of me! "