ѕωєєт яєρяιѕє { ibuki & peko }
The back of her skull sank slowly into the wall of pillows propped against the headboard. How many nights had she spent since recovering, staring up at the ceiling in the dark? Whilst her hands memorized the hilt of her blade, her arms and legs were willowy and frail. Bedridden, there was nothing to do but stare upwards, as though pleading some higher being to take her back. Enveloping the young master in her arms, impalement. She could feel his warmth, feel the sting with each pierce that shredded through the skin on her back. Although the scene was artificial, psychological, she could still feel it. Her mind seemed to convince her body that she was incapable of walking, of moving. Reliance on the nurses, those who skirted her room... she loathed it. How many years had it taken, to obtain her strength? All of that effort had been wrenched away, she was rendered powerless.
{ Perhaps this is my punishment... Death is an escape. A way out. }
Black moons resided on the pale skin beneath her eyes, becoming fuller with each sleepless night she faced. To open her eyes after facing death, to most, was a miracle. However, awakening to realize that she and her classmates had been responsible all along for their strife... 'twas almost too much. If she did benefit from the situation at all, it was... perhaps, through the fact that she no longer misunderstood Fuyuhiko. He'd changed, he became the man she had always envisioned him becoming. They were still rifted, given the way they behaved when lured by despair's strings. Things they had done to others, to each other... and facing the fact that the Kuzuryuu family rested in the ashes of their tarnished world. There shouldn't have been anymore reason for her to be afraid, for her to try and act as though she were human...
{ ...Right? }
Peko's thoughts carried her to far off destinations, steering away from thoughts of sleep, of succumbing to the nightmares that readily awaited her. Her door made a noisy whine as it sailed open, prompting her to lift her head slightly, angling her neck as to see who was entering at this time of night. Florescent light from the hallway leaked inside her sterile room, the silhouette of a girl with twin horns on her head limped in.
Some might humor the idea that a monster or demon was on its' way in to take her to hell. However, she knew well who this person was. Ibuki Mioda. Roomed across the hall, they had the opportunity to speak to each other a few times before. In fact, it was at a point where the former musician would sneak in on a nightly basis, seeking midnight conversations. Whilst Peko never had much to say, she didn't mind listening to the other girl speak. It was a distraction from the toxic prison her mind had become.
"Mioda?"