I used to always sleep under a blanket. I used to be afraid of the dark, of the unknown. I used to fear late night walks and intrusive thoughts. I used to see faces roaming on my walls and hear tangled voices in my head.
I don't sleep anymore. I don't go out, I don't think, I don't see. Tonight, I know too much. Tonight, I find comfort between the four walls of my closet. I yearn for silence, for a break, for a full stop.
Life is too overwhelming and I feel everything and nothing at once. I am saturated.
The darkness that scared me once became my hiding place today. Will I ever find the courage to face the sun again?
"Please, don't tell anyone what you know. I want to keep living like this a little longer...and I don't want to have to kill you."
Saturated is an AU based off of The Summer Hikaru Died, featuring Kanade as a deceased person, now a vessel of Nonuki-sama. This still takes place in a modern-day Shibuya, Japan, but Nonuki is (a now relatively lesser known yet powerful) a deity with the duty of keeping out evil spirits and misfortune from a localized land, and happened across Kanade's body after an accident left her taking her last few breaths in unfortunate obscurity, unknown to any family or friends.
She does retain friends and association she had in canon (though this is up to the discretion of other RPers). She died at 18.
She looks exactly as Kanade looked before the accident, though with the notable difference of red circles at the centers of her blue eyes. She explains them away saying that it was a side effect of the accident that had her missing for a couple of weeks.
She has the supernatural ability to draw in and coerce spirits into coming over to her instead of other victims (of course, for intents and purposes of other RPers, this is not all-powerful and could be overridden or fought with if you're strong willed enough). She also has the ability to draw spirits into herself and consume them, at the cost of some physical damage to the body (again, see above, this is up to discretion and will not likely be used on a muse that is a spirit ofc)
She is a god of largely unknown and ancient origins, and there are some aspects of herself that if viewed in full, open ways, can cause a feeling of discomfort or even madness. Look at her insides with extreme caution.
Her biology is completely different now. While she can still mostly function as a human (she can eat, sleep, etc), her actual biology within her body when perceived in any way seems to be abstract and hard to understand. She doesn't even bleed--rather when injured she oozes the essence that her body is filled with, the essence of what Nonuki actually is in form. When any of this essence is outside of her body, it usually still is malleable and under her control, and is something she can direct as she needs, unless it's happening because of an emotional circumstance or she's lost control of herself (also something that can happen), in which case it largely does whatever it wants and becomes difficult to reel back in.
She cannot be killed by conventional means. Even if you dismember or behead her, she can regenerate and pull herself back together, or at least be forced back together, and will heal (though more extreme injuries do take time unconscious to recover from).
Compared to the original Kanade, she's much more open about her feelings and curiosities, and more eager to explore what's around her and what she remembers Kanade liked. She's overall much more playful and open, though she still struggles with what she wants and what she is and is capable of.
She retains Nonuki's desire and ability to grant wishes of those around her, though thanks to the fusion of Kanade herself, she has picked up the ability to pick and choose what she wants to do, and can even choose to override one wish for another should she so wish. Initially reviving Kanade's body as her own, she operates on Kanade's dying wishes to "make sure everyone [Mafuyu, but this is malleable ooc] would live happily and wouldn't miss her."
juno is a territorial little creature. a fervent thing that grasps after the few things she holds dear. she builds herself a sanctuary in the forest, in the quiet of it, in the serenity. she thus, ever so slightly and fully irrationally, cannot help but find a certain annoyance in the trespassing the crowds do now. meandering from the designated paths and trampling flat footed over saplings and clover, bushes and undergrowth. they stumble over roots and scratch at bark. she catches a couple carving their names into the trunk of a tree and brings down on them an unholy, half-drunk wrath, pockets the knife when it drops to the ground as they scramble away frantic, shouting claims of “crazy bitch” back over their shoulders.
she hardly bothers to correct them. perhaps she is. the weight of the pocket knife is almost a comfort in her pocket, a quiet assurance. she reads too much into things, she knows that. into the meaning of objects, of plants, of talismans and treasures. she reads too much into people, too. people like seolbi. she sees her from a distance, raven hair spilling in long tousled waves, diminutive height. from a distance they could look similar, almost, but where juno remains sickly and waiflike, seolbi is refined and elegant, a graceful loveliness that speaks to poise. juno still stumbles through the world like a colt on uneven footing, but seolbi glides grandly through life as if unbothered, inured to every whisper or rumor.
she had met her in the forest.
watched the dark haired girl bent over a patch of earth, upending it with the swift work of a trowel, and being the faithful park employee that she was, she had stomped over to the girl and begun to tell her off, resoundingly, intently, all focused indignation given to her by occupation and advocacy for the earth. and seolbi had just smiled at her, that mysterious little smile, that quiet little expression.
and the next thing she’d known she’d had her against a tree. and fingers had wandered and hands had grasped and god she’d -
well, anyway.
she approaches, a warmth quiet in her eyes as she reaches for the other’s hand, twists their fingers together and squeezes lightly, before she releases. “fancy seeing you here,” she laughs, cocks one hip and takes another drink, nose scrunching up a little. “tastes kinda funny, doesn’t it?” she notes, seemingly unbothered as she takes another sip. “are you having fun?” she notes, leans a little closer. wants to kiss her. “don’t suppose you need anything from me? you know, you could at least make up some demands as an excuse to see me.” she’s made a side business of it, providing potions, or ingredients, supplies and this and that, to those who know to ask for it.
