#ravenbled

[huntershowl-moving]

@ravenbled liked x.

she knows whose footsteps cross the rooftop behind her, even before turning around. ❝ hey. sorry i bounced. just had to get some fresh air. ❞

[herostoried]

"Oh... umm, thank you!" Shota's response takes Ochako by surprise, and now she feels a bit bad for assuming that he would be worried. But it's a nice feeling as well, to be told that he thinks she's capable.

"It's fine! It's actually been quite peaceful. Just..." How does she put this? She trusts Aizawa, and she feels comfortable talking to him, but she always feels a little bad about taking up his time, especially with something she's talked with him about already.

"I was thinking about Sir Nighteye again. I feel like I should be over what happened, but... I don't know. I just suddenly felt really helpless again."

What's frustrating is that she doesn't know what brought it on. And it's not like she thinks she shouldn't be upset, per se - it wasn't that long ago that he died, after all. It's just that she thought she'd got over her doubts by now. Can she really call herself a hero when she keeps letting everything hold her back?

@ravenbled ( continued! )

[dynmghts]

it was an unsuspecting day. flare had been his tiny, floating saving grace for the entire fight; she heals him when harpies cut through his shields and injure his leg. she resurrects him when a minotaur catches him mid-dodge, hauling him up and blasting him point-blank with its torch hammer. she provides cover and a call for re-strategising when under direct fire by hobgoblins.

she watches him as he throws an explosive knife to a group of goblins, whirrs when he tosses his gunpowder gamble at others. she's triumphant when he scorches an entire wave with a barrage. katsuki grins smugly at her - was there any doubt he'd emerge victorious?

the sudden pain that courses through him is more painful than he could imagine. katsuki knows he rushed ahead, but now, suddenly, he can't feel the heat at the tips of his fingers; he can't feel the steady, radiant warmth flow through him in the standstill. he keels over in pain. red eyes then watch flare collapse from the air with a blip in her optic, shell pieces drooping as she falls, and he feels himself scramble across the floor to her.

the blond barely manages to tuck her close to his person before another minotaur seizes him - pushing him down, torch hammer aimed at his torso.

his hand cannon ruins the weapon. the minotaur seems to notice his desperation. katsuki tries to reach for the light with his hand to conjure a burning grenade to shove into its radiolarian core, but it- he conjures nothing.

lightless. flare is temporarily down, but even if she weren't- he was lightless.

katsuki loses his grip on hand cannon when the minotaur knocks it from his grasp. he grits his teeth together. this couldn't be the end. not here. not like this.

the thought in and of itself scares him.

@ravenbled / red war starter, just for you <3

[eraserisms]

" put the FUCKING scissors away! "

@ravenbled is big mad and butthurt about my new do.

Shota was caught holding one of his locks taught with one hand and the other holding a pair or scissors. The 'V' of the blade was pinching his hair but hadn't fully closed.

He had paused in his motion, but only because Zaza had yelled. Being told what not to do, only made Sho want to do it more. The reverse psychology was strong with this one. The teacher's eyes locked with his doppelganger's, eyes boring into him, unblinking. With his gaze unrelenting, slowly, his thumb and index squeezed on the handles before the edges came together with a sharp snip!

"You're not my dad. Don't tell me what to do."

[eraserisms]

Many people say, Who's my doppelganger? when maybe / they should ask, Whose doppelganger am I? — Carson Cistulli

[eraserisms]

Fellas, is it gay to choke your doppelganger? 🤔

[eraserisms]

" @ravenbled is just mad that I look better in our 40 year old hair cut than he does. At least I don't look like Rapunzel. Actually,no, I take that back. You look like the girl from The Ring. Stay away from my vintage VCR machine, got it?"

[huntershowl-moving]

@ravenbled liked for a lethe starter.

I KNOW YOU. THE WORDS DO NOT leave her mouth, but they break through the fog in a way very few things do, over the past year or so. the veil shifts over her face; her head turns, veil-covered eyes following a face through the soiree crowd with pinpoint accuracy.

he disappears around the corner, into one of the mostly-unoccupied side rooms of this rented-out estate. they are technically open to all attendees. technically because they are rather antithetical to the spirit of an event such as this: an opportunity to network and talk business under the guise of charity. these are the rooms lethe escapes to more often than not when she needs a breath of fresh air, away from her fiancée and away from the muzzle of their dialogue script.

adeo is saying something, lethe realizes belatedly; her hazy vision lingers on that doorway for a moment before she turns back toward him. a gentle squeeze where his hand rests on her side, a little wink thrown in her direction. "don't wander too far." go. i can see you're distracted.

lethe gives his conversation partner a silent, gracious bow of the head in parting before she drifts into the crowd, a wraith in white among multicolor bodies. her heels click softly on the ballroom floor, then on polished hardwood as she ducks into the side room shouta aizawa disappeared into. she has to make sure her suspicions were correct — and being away from adeo's side is enough of a bonus that it doesn't particularly matter if she was wrong.

it's a book lounge tucked away from the great-hall space every other guest presses hungrily into. armchairs, a coffee table, a crackling fireplace, bookshelves stacked with leather-bound volumes. lethe rests a white-gloved hand on the back of an armchair, warily looking over at him through a gauzy lace veil. ❝ do you mind if i join you? ❞ a gentle voice, lilting and demure. ❝ it's a bit loud in there. ❞