#slayeviil

[hanthell]

❝   big.   ❞          this servant was tall  ,  extremely compared to their size  ,  their own height of 152cm.   he was even taller then  “father”.   how did get become so tall  ??     ( @slayeviil​  /  sanemi )

[pacchii]

                    ❝   aren’t you cold like that, with your shirt open? you should close it, you wouldn’t want to get sick, stuffin’!   ❞          he was feeling cold just looking at the man with the scars.          ❝   or maybe you can’t? are you missing buttons? i can go find some!   ❞          ( @slayeviil  /  sanemi )

[ardencied]

she can always feel it, the gaze of a stranger pulled to the stone - it sends an jolt through her bones like electricity. isolde’s warning then wedges itself ahead of self-preservation (as always),  [ there are those who can sense the power of the amulet ]. something the sorceress probably should have mentioned before there was a stranger so near. never mind the dark magic pouring like blood from from her throat; she isn’t really at liberty to speak about it, nor does she want to. digging up a bit of frustration from beneath the lingering confusion, mika heaves a sigh and warns, “ please don’t look for too long... “ @slayeviil​ / sc.

[chiheru-a]

continued from x / @slayeviil​

the accidental slip , the sudden enveloping of strong arms around her ,  the loud THUMPING of the pot against something , the splattering of the contents , and the sudden gasp emitting from dainty lips ;  like a flash of lightning that broke through the inky sky , it all happened too fast. from the empty container and its ingredients that now lay on the floor , to the constant dripping of liquid from his garments , SHE COULD SEE THEM ALL ! ever so tentatively , ONYX ORBS peered at her protector , only to freeze in ABSOLUTE HORROR upon seeing a trail of scarlet cascade down the side of his features. that loud thump earlier . . . 

from the top of her head right down to the soles of her feet , EVERYTHING WENT NUMB. the usual warmth of his palm against her cheek was . . . gone ! fingers were against rosy-tinted cheek , she could see it , but why . . . why couldn’t she feel his touch ? she was in COMPLETE PARALYSIS , only to be shaken out of it when he sunk to the floor. why are you so calm about this ? you’re really hurt. worry , guilt , fear , shock , seeped INTO HER TONE , INTO HER HEART , INTO THE TEARS that began to form in her eyes. he says he’s okay. one drop came dampening a cheek. he says he’s not hurt. another one rolls down the other side. ❛ you––you’re lying , niichan ! you’re not okay ! ❜ 

the vermillion streak that  cascaded down his jaw , and the still-steaming warmth from the broth’s spillage were more than enough evidence to tell her that HE WAS NOT , in fact , FINE. his attempts at comfort were disregarded in the heat of the moment. head was filled with nothing but PURE ADRENALINE as she began to wildly look around.  ❛ i–i’ll go get you a wet towel ! ❜  i’m so so sorry , niichan. you got hurt because of me. i’m sorry. ❛ you just wait right here niichan , okay ? i know there are spare ones around here.  ❜   

[dxmonicmoon]

@slayeviil Wanted to Meet the Demon

Ever since he changed sides yet again. Ever since the man that is known as Kokushibou returned to what he would consider his roots, he could not shake the feeling of being observed. No, listened to. His every action was put under a magnifying glass. Everyone present inside this place, the base he was allowed to stay, seemed to distrust him. And he was okay with this. He would be worried if they decided that his willingness to kill other demons was all the proof they need of his loyalty. They would be fools to assume that Muzan didn’t anticipate them asking him to kill demons within his plans. 

They would be fools to assume Muzan cared for demons even a little bit. Only fools would combine all that into the collective naivete one would need to have to trust him. But of course. There was a particular someone who watched him much more than the others. A monk, A truly terrifying in his skill, the strongest of hunters. And now, Kokushibou noticed his presence, lurking, but something was different. He was headed in the direction of where the ancient demon was meditating. 

“Rare...for you...to visit me....Himejima-dono.” He says calmly. He knows the other is already close. The blind man’s exceptional ability to remain silent even with his size terrifying in its own right. And yet, Kokushibou wasn’t afraid. He knew the monk wanted to kill him. Get rid of him. But Kokushibou also knew that he was given a chance. A chance to show his true loyalty. And if he doesn’t...then it would seem this monk shall be his executioner. Well...he will try to anyway. And so, all six eyes focused on the man. Intently waiting for the reply

[coalgod-a]

@slayeviil​ ;   pats him on the head . / from genya ! 

allowance  given  to  fluttering  lashes  ,  although  only  in  brief  dual  times  .  hand  of  the  other  creases  into  bright  flames  that  rest  atop  of  the  younger’s  head  /  lightly  agape  ,  soft  circular  shapes  spread  across  lips  .  it  was  not  foreseen  ;  yet  it  is  not  resented  in  the  slightest  (  take  notice  .  genya  is  really  tall  !  even  if  it  was  rather  obvious  ,  even  from  before  ) .    ❛   oh  ,  genya - san- !   ❜   abrupt  pause  .  mind  wanders  to  words  exchanged  sometime  earlier  .  a  realization  /  there  is  no  barricade  of  tension  between  the  two  .  no  more  hostility  &  gestures  that  are  nothing  but  aggressive  .  

gentleness  is  constantly  settled  within  every  fiber  ;  ever - present  ,  coddled  warmth  &  compassion  .  expression  defined  by  surprise  no  longer  occupies  visage  ,  as  moments  ago  .  instead  ,  he  tilts  his  head  ,  ever  so  slightly  ,  as  if  to  allow  ‘  better  access  ‘ .  nonetheless  ,  a  smile  is  easily  presented  in  return  .   

 ❛   how  are  you  ,  genya  ?   ❜

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃  /  always  accepting​  .