ᎽᎾu ᏒᎬmᎥᏁᎠ mᎬ Ꮎf Ꭺ sᏆᏒᎾᏁᎶᎬᏒ mᎬ
The day was finally here. And it was perfect. The sun was shining with just the right amount of breeze to tussle her hair, cool and not hot like how these usual days tend to be. She was happy. She was thrilled. She and her aunt were going to spend the day shopping and having fun and living up the sights of the town like they hadn’t done in ages! The end of the cycle had come as quickly as the breeze had and none too soon, either. Everybody at the editing branch was relieved and released to their usual work after which they recovered from the terror that came with those last few horrible days in the cycle.. Leaving the boss and intern free to do what they wanted and take a break until the next cycle began.
But she wasn’t going to think about it today. She was going to have a good day with her aunt and have plenty of fun! She was waiting for her to catch up, her aunt momentarily pulled away to receive a call and thus she waited with a slice of cake and a cup of tea, both of which she was nearly done with. When she heard her name called, Jezebel perked up with excitement to receive her aunt’s fair words and continue about her day happily but something in the other’s eyes told her the day she had planned for would not be going the way she thought.
The President was holding a meeting and they would need to expand a bit on the idea behind the next month’s issue and it was not going well, no matter what the office did, she wasn’t seeming to agree on anything and thus her aunt would need to go in and take care of the situation. The young woman didn’t let the news damper the cheeriness on her face and kept a brave smile for her aunt as she explained what she would need to do, that they could make it up with dinner, they would go out and have a feast and not talk about work. They’ve even go to that one restaurant that had amazing desserts!
Though saddened by this claim, she understood, it wasn’t until her aunt looked away from her that she noticed the person staring at them. A creep, her aunt muttered but Jezebel saw the reflection of her own heart in the man’s eyes before he even shed a tear. But why? Thus she asked. He didn’t seem to hear her the first time and so she asked again. It was like the guy hadn’t even noticed that his eyes were beginning to leak. She rushed towards him, digging around in her purse and pulling out a folded handkerchief, handing it to him. He appeared to be.. quite frail or at least that was how he appeared in the wheelchair, his legs were quite scrawny but so was the rest of him really. Jezebel couldn’t tell if it was an accident or if he had always been that way but like always, she smiled. She smiled and let it light up her face but kept her eyes sympathetic, her own hurting and she inquired differently this time.
“I’m sorry, but are you okay? You kind of startled us for a moment there. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.. My name’s Jezebel.”
❨ 起死回生 ❩ 🦇 ⋘ It seemed this human, she didn’t know who he was. It was so nice, it was so nice not to be known, to be judged, and whispered about how weak he’d gotten. He could feel eyes on him, he could always feel those eyes judging him through their stare. No matter where he went, how far he creeped into the shadows, they know his weakness.
That disgusting pity he gave himself was enough, and even more disgust was the idea it was for the great Orihara, and what had become of him. But, that was the judgment for his sin. That was his burden to bear, it was life righting itself for all he’d done. After all it was all his fault, all his fault she was gone. ⋙
❝ I’m, I’m fine. I just moved wrong. ❞ ⧝ He put on one of his many masks. Was this mask as as real as he wished it was? Or was it as brittle, and crumbling as the rest of his world. This mask had been to tell this human, my lies are truth. Because nothing was wrong as the truth was. ⋙
❝ I’ve been out too long ne. It seems my pain meds are wearing off. ❞ ⧝ He looked at the cloth, but he couldn't bring himself to touch it. Who could say where that had been, or if it was clean. He-he just couldn’t bring himself too, and now he had even more reason to feel disgusted about himself for. And it was not because, no matter how disgustedly sweet the gesture was, or that he found himself wanting to take it. It was because he couldn't.
Instead, waving it off with a new smile. ⧝ ❝ Thanks, ne. But, I have my own.- ❞ ⧝ He couldn’t bring himself to stomach using his name. Instead, he held out a hand he cleaned with a wipe. ⧝ ❝ I’m Aobayashi Tatsuharu, please forgive me for worrying you. ❞
⋘ Yes, he’d a whole year to think about this. He would once again use the name his least favorite humans had named him. The name that had began with misery, and the name his life would end in. ⋙
