I'm Ever So Tired...

If everyone and everything goes mad, then I can be normal too! ((Independent RP blog for Vincent Nightray.))

[yourlolitasister-blog]

She followed him all the way back to his house, never looking directly into his eyes, but focused all her attention to the road ahead. This way she could track the directions in order to stalk his house with ease if she ever had to resort to such drastic measures. The paths were cloaked in a thick layer of darkness, though her ghostly hues could pick up light that ordinary humans could not. Or perhaps she was simply skilled at seeing at nighttime after spending years of being nocturnal. Either way, it didn’t matter. The memory of their “innocent” walk had been burned into her skull, and now she had a method of ensuring his safety and protection at all times. 

When they had finally reached his Manor, she stopped and glanced at all the ivy snaking its way up the concrete walls. “Brother, you have to get that fixed,” she remarked firmly. “You don’t want to be as dirty as I am sometimes.” All his other comments about the crimson color dye and such were discarded from her mind; she had to focus on his outward presentation and her own filthy toy rabbit. 

They entered through the front door, and he set the doll in the sink, gently scrubbing it clean with care. “Be gentle,” the lolita reminded him simply, a pout dancing on her lips as she gazed blankly at the reddish fluid accompanying the water down the drain. 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Vincent smirked weakly to himself as he washed the doll in the sink, his eyes gleaming slightly as he watched the dirt and blood swirl down the plug hole. Gentle? When am I not gentle? The blonde grinned weakly to himself, it was a sadistic and hollow smile.

Slowly, the man turned round, staring at the girl in the white lolita dress. For a moment he stood in silence, watching her like a vulture as he dangled the doll between them by it's arm. In a flash of ornate steel Vincent had drawn the pair of scissors from his belt, without word he moved the the open blade under the stitches of the stuffed animals chest, not quite cutting them yet.

"So tell me, why such an ugly and filthy toy? You don't need others, you hardly need friends, when you have a loving brother. I think people need to realize that a loving brother is the only thing anyone could ever need. Do you agree?" Vincent spoke mockingly and cold, his usual gentle tone twitching with a sense of hysteria.

[flowerysociopath]

Minatsuki took the hand with caution, keeping her green-tinted hues locked on his long, blonde hair that cascaded down his back like a waterfall of pure gold. What a strange man he was, with those dual-colored irises that could only mean he was a child of ill omen. She’d heard rumors about this man- he used a pair of scissors to brutally murder a friend or something of the sort- though she wasn’t truly frightened as her Branch of Sin could easily tear his body to pieces. She needed only get close enough to let down his guard until her true self could be revealed. 

“E-Eh… I’m alright,” She replied, shying away as she let go of his tight grip. “I’m truly sorry. If there’s anything I can do as an apology, won’t you please let me know? I-I don’t think I have much to offer besides a few freshly-grown primroses, but perhaps that will make up for my clumsiness?” 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

The blonde man smiled softly, yet his eyes remained coldly fixed on Minatsuki, with an innocent tilt of his head the man let out a honey-sweet chuckle. Whilst he was aware that everyone in this hell hole was a disgusting ugly creature, Vincent couldn't stop himself keeping up the noble gentlemen act around others.

"A beautiful primrose would be a fine apology, of that I'm certain." Vincent kept up his warm smile, his gloved left hand running through his long blonde hair before he spoke again in an almost cooing and lullaby-like voice. "Although it's as much my fault as it is yours, if there's anything you need from me."

[flowerysociopath]

@terrorofillomen

Minatsuki was wondering the halls, her eyes glued to the cobwebs decorating to corners of Deadman Wonderland. She knew she was up next for the Carnival Corpse, but her opponent used a stage name she’d never heard of before, even by other prisoners in the G-Ward. Perhaps that was a good sign that her life wasn’t in any danger? Not that she cared, really; her Branch of Sign was fairly capable of doing brutal damage. She needed only to manipulate her foe’s mind a little with her “shy” facade.

As she tied her hair up in two braids, matching in length, she began to practice her innocent act. Putting on a delicate expression, she hardly payed any attention to where she was going, resulting in an accidental run-in with another person. Looking up at him with gleaming chocolate-coloured hues, she stammered, “I-I’m so sorry. I-It’s all my fault…”

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Vincent smiled down at the brunette, moving a hand to run it through his blonde hair slowly, his other hand offering down to the girl to help her stand again. Afterward, the blonde haired man bowed his head slightly, it was important to keep up appearances when dealing with frail, pathetic little children, he thought to himself, though the man of the Nightray family was so used to woman playing innocent to bury their ugly little claws into him.

"No need to apologize." The blonde began, his voice soft and sweet, giving off the illusion of a pleasant man; an act perfected over years of experience. "You aren't hurt, are you miss?"

[yourlolitasister-blog]

The Lolita followed him, not sure if he was being truthful or not. Her other “siblings” in the past were not nearly as understanding. They’d lock her out or tell her to go away; never did they offer to take her doll and clean it for her. Perhaps they were all scared of the gore that oozed out from the stuffed bunny’s every stitch, while this blonde man was more daring and compassionate? Well, she couldn’t compare until she understood her newly-found brother’s true intentions. 

Cocking her head to the side, she paused. Colouring it red completely would make it even more filthy, so why was he making such an indecent suggestion? Was he mocking her, was he trying to manipulate her? Or did he simply believe the toy would be more pleasant covered in another layer of the dark crimson fluid? 

“What do you mean?” She inquired, slowly moving toward him and latching herself onto his nineteenth-century apparel. The fabric was cool against her cracked skin; she liked the feel, but at the same time, she wondered if he was going to rip her body off of his and toss her to the ground like some others in the past had done. 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

The blonde haired man smiled softly, looking down at the Lolita clinging to his arm with a gleam to his eyes; the friendly expression of his face a front for the sinister thoughts behind it. Vincent giggled sweetly, his laughter almost melodic as he continued to walk with the girl.

"Some things are best painted a beautiful shade of red, roses for example." The man began, speaking in a pleasant and honey-sweet tone. "However it's best we clean this doll of yours instead, I'd hate for my ehm, little sister, to wander the streets with an ugly, dirty toy in her grasp."

Vincent continued walking, arriving at the small hotel he'd been staying in while away from the manor, stepping inside he lead the Lolita to his room, guiding her to the bathroom before snatching the stuff toy from her grasp, carrying it to sink.

"If you're going to be a relative of mine you'll have to fend for yourself at times, I can't have a disgusting little grub happily pawing at my feet begging for me to carry it through blood and dirt because it's too frail to stand on it's own." Vincent spoke coldly, almost to himself as he began to wash the stuffed toy in the sink.

[rosso--fantasma]

“I don’t need the sympathy,” Kyouko responded lightly, pushing aside the huge wooden door that led into the church. She took a seat in the corner and stared up at the sun that beamed down through the broken stained glass window. It had been a while since she’d last seen her family, though reminiscing never made her feel too sad. Perhaps a tiny bit lonely, maybe a little mournful, but the past was the past. She had to keep moving or she’d never be able to get stronger.  

“I don’t live here all the time. Sometimes I sleep elsewhere, but that don’t really matter. This place used to belong to my family before they died. Wanna hear a story? I guess I can tell ya, because who the hell are you gonna spread it around to anyway?” She questioned, not minding that her grammar was both indecent and incorrect. 

“Oh, yeah, I don’t got any blankets, so I suppose you’ll have to wear that to bed. Betcha don’t mind either, because you already smell like a wet horse,” The redhead spat out, either not realising or not caring that her words were rude and uncivilized. At least she was being somewhat decent; her usual attitude was much more sarcastic and hateful. She really didn’t care for others, nor did she need any friends. Fighting witches and eating food were the only activities that she needed to survive. 

Living as a magical girl sure was lonely. 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

The blonde haired man waved a hand absently, almost dismissively even as he stepped over to the corner of the church, sliding down against the stone to sit down. With a soft sigh, Vincent rested a hand against the side of his head.

"Tell me your story, perhaps you can finish it before I drift off to sleep." Vincent grinned in a friendly manner, dual-coloured eyes watching Kyouko in wait, hand still casually propping his head up. For the most part the blonde haired male looks completely exhausted, and there's a strange ticking noise, almost like a winding clock, coming from the shadow behind his back.

"I don't mind sleeping in these clothes, I've slept in fair worse conditions then this. Though having my beloved Gil by my side when I slept in freezing alleys on a winters day was practically a dream." The man smiled to himself absently, removing his long overcoat and throwing it to one side.

[clairvoyantcamellia]

Tsubaki sat up straighter, noting the sadism in his voice. Perhaps he was no better than that sick Gasai Yuno female who’d entered the shrine with her boyfriend only hours ago. Nonetheless, the purplette’s own time was running out slowly, and she had to find a method of altering her Dead End before it was too late. Perhaps manipulating this blonde male into crushing all her enemies would be sufficient. She figured- even though she didn’t have a detailed plot yet- she’d give it a try. 

With her cold violet hues focused on his exhausted features, she responded, “I’m not sure what you mean by ‘contractor’, but from my understanding, he looks like a nutcase. It’s hinted he might be hiding under the premises, but not a single one of my followers can properly locate him. I suppose you’ll help me in doing so, for my predicted future is not too bright. You see, my Clairvoyant Diary, which records the visions of all my supporters, has been acting strangely. Supposedly, there are strangers on the cult grounds.” 

She unraveled her scroll and held it up for his eyes to see. 

In tiny, scribbled letters, “Dead End” was tossed sloppily across the page. She kept it up under her chin for a moment, gazing up at him with little interest, then finally rolled the long sheets up again and stuffed it in her sleeve. If he still could not grasp the Battle Royal concept even after her explanation  she’d have no choice but to repeat herself with more details. 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Vincent casually shrugged, sticking his hands out to either side, flicking drops of blood in both directions as his crimson soaked hair sticks to his cheek in locks. Offering an overly sweet and friendly expression to Tsubaki, the man stood in complete contrast to his blood stained attire.

"Don't you worry, I'll have the wretched creatures head in your hands by midnight." The blonde haired man said with an enthusiastic and almost childish giggle, his hands moving down in front of him, allowing Vincent to stare at blood dripping fingers in a distant day dream. "I'll paint your shrine a beautiful crimson! I'll see everything red, when the sky is black and drops of blood rain from the sky. Then this world be insane, and I can be just as normal as the rest of you!"

For a moment the blonde haired sadist seems to lose himself to his own words, happily flicking the blood on his fingers at the wooden bars between him and the girl, still giggling pleasantly, his laughter almost a soft tone meant to humour children.

"Well Sacred Eye, you've let me truly embrace your little game, let's see if I can change your future. Say, if I can do that, that'd make the whole world pretty chaotic I think, maybe it'll spin the wrong way round too."

[herloveobsession-deactivated201]

Yuno hadn’t been expecting him to give out a complement, much less one revolving around love. Perhaps she’d been seeing him through suspicious eyes this whole time, when he was nothing but a lover with an empty, yet wooing tongue. Though she wouldn’t let down her guard, for Yukki was the only one she could truly be herself around, and that wouldn’t change no matter how much this blonde stranger pursued her. 

Though, she figured she was probably being vain and his statement was merely a joke. She didn’t laugh, but that didn’t stop a blush from drawing itself on her porcelain complexion. The air became silent as she leaned over to take one more sip of the water, only to have him stroke her cheek ever so lightly with slender, gloved fingers. 

“I-I own a Diary,” She answered promptly, shifting her weight uncomfortably from one side to the other in her seat. She hardly knew what to say; his wording was way too swift and seductive. Not that it was impressive in the least, but it did take her by surprise from time to time. 

“There are twelve of us, fighting for each other’s lives in a Battle Royal. Our phones predict the future based off what we’ve written about in the past. Mine is the second diary of love- it predicts Yukki’s movements in 10-minute intervals. Together, we can cheat death!” She spat out, her tone getting more and more excited at the mention of her boyfriend’s name. 

She stared back up at Vincent with cool, pink hues and waited for his response. She wondered if she’d spoken too fast or if the concept simply didn’t make sense. Was she even allowed to discuss the matter with a person outside the survival games? Oh well, it was too late now.

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Vincent blinked twice in quick succession before nodding, for a moment he kept up an absent and friendly smile, taking all of the information in and processing it slowly. In a swift movement the blonde man recoiled his hand placing it on the table before tracing heart shapes on the wood in an idle manner.

"It sounds like your life is quite a handful, though, judging by your sheer dedication for others, I imagine you'll do just fine in any battle. Tell me miss, does that boyfriend of your have a spot... Will he need to die as well?" Vincent's tone became more malicious by each word, eyes gleaming slightly as he said the word "Die". For a moment he seemed to be intentionally picking at the girls feelings mockingly before he merely smiled politely toward her, a facade of complete innocence.

"I mean, if you have the heart to kill him. Perhaps you'd love the thought of seeing every emotion he has, pain and betrayal included." Vincent giggled quietly before shacking his head softly, moving a hand forward to rest it on top of the pink haired girls, a fake action of comfort.

"I'm sorry, it must be a very difficult subject for you." The man kept up his overly sweet smile, his voice soft and gentle, almost like a breeze.

[taitetsu]

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Gil was so cute when he was young!

[maidenofjustice]

By this point, the sun was slowly rising in the sky, and while it was destined that her Soul Gem break before dawn, some missing puzzle piece in her brain must have snapped into place for no such thing occurred. Instead, somehow, her internal conflicts were settling, becoming nonexistent  What was it that caused her troubles to cease? Was it the encouraging words being thrown at her or the man himself? Certainly, her love for Kyousuke wasn’t fading away that easily? 

Yet, for some reason, her heart would not stop beating. She simply couldn’t understand her own emotions, and for that she was torn at heart. But for the time being, she didn’t mind. At least someone was supporting her- or trying to. Whether or not the advice was useful, it was a sign that maybe, just maybe, her existence was important. 

“I don’t know about that. Aren’t there innocent people, too?” She inquired, remembering for the first time in a while the reason she had contracted so long ago. It wasn’t for the few fools that disregarded love as important, but for the many people who had love to look forward to. She wasn’t risking her life for the men who put down women, but for the bright future of humanity that knew how to care about each other. 

Just like Mami had before her tragic death.

“I want to save those kinds of people. Justice isn’t a matter of tearing city after city apart because a couple of bad words are said- it’s really about protecting those who are worth protecting,” She confessed, her blue bangs falling over one side of her face dramatically as she did so. “There are people I love that don’t deserve this bullshit. Madoka, Hitomi, Kyouko… even Kyousuke should have a happy ending. And if I’m helping to preserve that happiness, I’ll do so until I die.” 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Vincent sighs softly, tilting his head in thought. I was really hoping she'd break it, though I guess some toys never do what they're supposed to. The blonde haired man smiled in an overly polite manner toward the girl again, nodding once enthusiastically.

"Then your question is answered. That's exactly why you should keep living, to preserve peoples happiness. I mean if they love you and you love them so much, all you can do is keep fighting in their name." He began, speaking in a friendly enthusiastic tone before shifting to a more confused and upset one. "Oh but... What if they'd be happier without you? That boy might find someone better, and friends are come and go, aren't they?"

"I do wonder..." Vincent trailed off, looking out of the window of the train absently, smiling sweetly, though more to himself.

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Hey I love you Miles~

((-blushes- H-Hey.. Well I love you too cutie!))

[rosso--fantasma]

Scissors were important to him? That was an abnormality, but as long as he didn’t dare inject them into her body in any way, she wasn’t concerned. Of course, she could always use magic to heal herself, but the process would require a purified Soul Gem, and it took take significantly longer than if Sayaka were to do so. A pout played out on her lips as she stared blankly at him, hardly knowing what to say. While considering her next statement, she tossed   her head back, allowing the long, crimson locks to blow swiftly in the winter breeze. 

“There’s a church up the road. I suppose you could sleep there, but you’ll have to pay a fine,” She informed him, only craving food in return for offering him shelter. It was a sacred place to her, resting in the area wouldn’t be free of charge. As her bangs flew out around her petite feminine figure, she glared at him coldly before saying another word.

“I’ll take a bag of apples,” She stated simply, marching up the sidewalk in the direction of her late father’s place of worship. It brought back many memories, ones she could potentially live without, but they didn’t cause her too much emotional trauma. She was relatively strong at heart and learned from her mistakes, unlike a good majority of the world’s population. She grabbed the final stick of pocky, shoved it in her mouth, and paused for a moment to look back at her acquaintance.

“Hurry it up back there. I don’t got forever, you know.” 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Vincent had since gone silent, eyes absently watching the girls red hair flow in the wind, his mind lost in thoughts. After a few moments of silence, the blonde male shook his head to focus, with an overly polite smile he began to follow after Kyouko. Apples? Such a peculiar payment though there was something admirable in how humble it was.

"You live in a church? Why ever so?" Vincent was never really a follower of faith, he believed in only one thing even close to god, his beloved brother Gil, his savior. Frowning, Vincent considered the golden light that sometimes moved into his brothers body but dismissed the thoughts with a sneer.

"I mean, it's as good a place as any, I can sleep anywhere and I am very tired. It does pain me to see you without a home or care, I know how it feels to be unloved on a street..." He trailed off, shifting into unpleasant thoughts once again.

[clairvoyantcamellia]

Tsubaki’s nose curled up in agony, as she was genuinely afraid her plot to destroy the other diary owners would fail. For a moment, she even considered listening to and obeying this elder man, then she remembered doing such would not be a wise idea. She was the Sacred Eye, after all; there was no reason for her to give in to the will of others. 

I don’t need protection from someone like you, she thought quietly to herself, biting down rather harshly on her own teeth. 

However, she had to keep presenting her as a leader, otherwise her act might be spoiled. She turned, purple locks cascading down her spine, and forced a welcoming smile onto her lips. No matter how much she wanted to scream that someone had been cocky enough to enter her confinement room, that wasn’t a “mature” thing to do. She was never very trusting, but she had to at least make an effort if she wanted to live. 

“My followers seem to be under some kind of spell. If my speculations are correct, the Twelfth Diary Owner seems to be hiding somewhere in the facility, and his specialty is hypnosis. Either we find a method of stopping and arresting him, or I die.” She stated simply, one bang falling ever so lightly over her brilliant fluorescent hue. 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Vincent yawned quietly, raising a hand to press the back against his mouth, covering his more as the gentle sound flowed from his mouth. Afterward, he tilted his head, staring directly at Tsubaki's visible eye, a pleasant smile playing across his lips despite still having stray crimson liquid dripping from his usually golden hair.

"And the red queen said, off with their head, off with their head." The man said absently, the corner of his mouth twitching to form a vacant smile. For a moment his gaze moved down from Tsubaki's eye over her form, stopping at her neck for just a moment. She's almost as feeble in appearance as Echo if not worse, and I doubt she's even remotely capable, another pathetic woman desperately clinging to others.

Hypnosis? Perhaps the Dormouse would fair better here, though personally I want to see the sky dark raining blood across the shrine, I really need to torture someone. Vincent grinned to himself widely, his teeth showing to further highlight the sadistic expression, eyes moving back to look directly at the violet iris of the Sacred Eye.

"What does the Twelfth creature look like and is it a contractor-.. What can it do?"

[yourlolitasister-blog]

The Lolita cocked her head to the side as he wiped the crimson liquid all the way down her cheek. It was an almost uncomfortable feeling, as though she were being mocked. His answer was too full, too thought out. Why wasn’t he scared in the least? She tugged on the stitches, pulling a single thread out but not tensing up in the least even when the blood began to ooze from the sliced skin and drizzle down her forearm. She merely kept her gaze locked firmly on him and pursed her lips together in confusion.

What to do, what to do?  Should she kill him for being a sarcastic and cocky bastard? Or should she pursue him like she’d done to the rest of the people who’d answered? But how could one even define such a response? He had, indeed, given a “yes, I have a little sister”, but at the same time, he’d directed a question at her as well. 

How was she supposed to react? 

She stared down grimly at the stuffed animal in her lap and tore into it with her nails, allowing some of the gory contents to spill out all over the concrete. The entirety of the “stuffing” hadn’t been wasted, as that would be the final product of his “twisted death”, but it did help foreshadow the events to come in the future. 

“See what you did?” She spat out, rising angrily to her feet and storming after the blonde male. “Keiichi’s all dirty now. Clean him for your little sister!” 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Vincent slowly turned wide-eyed, his gaze moving to the stuffed toy, for a moment it seemed like his iris' were shaking as they moved from the guts to the stuffed toy. Red. The doll was stained in red. For a moment he seems to lose himself to thoughts, eyes frantically darting from the toy to the Lolita's face and back.

"I painted your doll red?" The man kept a calm voice, his violent thoughts only straining into his words ever so slightly. As he extended out a gloved hand to the girl, beckoning her to follow him with his finger tips, eyes not leaving the bleeding stuffed toy.

"How silly of me, you don't need to make such a scary face. Give me it. We'll clean it, we can fix that doll of yours with no trouble." Vincent's voice became even more strained in places, almost hysterical in the way it's pitch changed from the usual soft manner.

"Or dye it red completely."

[herloveobsession-deactivated201]

“Ill omen?” The pinkette repeated smoothly, features blank and expressionless. Whatever emotions were boiling up inside that heart of hers could not be interpreted by the average human eye; she was a decent actress, after all. And pretending to be interested in the stranger’s life was no big deal, though she didn’t mind bragging about her boyfriend to someone who’s relationship obviously wasn’t as strong. As the waitress came up to their table and asked the dull and tedious “Can I get you anything?”, Yuno merely requested a water, then turned back to give Vincent the entirety of her attention. 

“Is ‘Gil’ your lover?” She inquired, keeping her fluorescent hues locked on the blonde waves that cascaded down the man’s back like a waterfall of pure gold. She wondered what kind of person this anonymous “Gil” was or how long they’d been together, though her acquaintance made it seem as though they were siblings. 

The server came back all too soon with the glass in hand, and the teenager glared down at it with little desire of drinking it. Even so, she bent the straw back, tapped it lightly, then took a small sip while waiting for an answer. In the meantime, she began to daydream of her dates with Yukki. That one time at the amusement park, the Sacred Eye cult incident, even when they had a run-in with some dogs while playing with companions- they were all events that led up to her loving the boy more. 

“Our Happy End is coming up soon too,” She confessed randomly, placing her cheek in the palm of her hand delicately. “My Diary said so, and it’s a future I won’t allow anyone to change.” 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

"Oh, my angelic brother Gil isn't a lover, he's simply my everything, I want only his happiness." Vincent began, absently speaking a cheerful and sweet tone, his eyes moved to stare at the pink haired girl before closing. With a tilt of his head he smiled innocently before speaking again in an almost malicious tone;

"I'd paint this whole world a beautiful crimson if it meant I could see every beautiful expression on my dear brother's face."

Vincent opened his eyes after speaking, watching the girl coldly before the corner of his mouth twitched. "Happy End? Like in a fairy story? I'm jealous, well I do hope you get everything you desire, such a dedicated girl, I might just fall for you myself."

Vincent laughed quietly, the sound seemed empty of emotion yet at the same time honey-sweet. With a slow movement the blonde man rested his index and middle finger on his cheek, dragging them down his face in thought.

"You've mentioned a diary twice and the future even more so, are you a fortune teller or merely very certain of the things you want?"

[pureheartmadoka]

As she was being scooped up in the man’s arms, she took noticed that his eyes were two alternating colours. Truly, she wanted to comment, as the single crimson orb deeply captivated her attention, but the pain was too much for one girl to handle. Tears continued to pour from her cotton-candy hues as she clung desperately onto the fabric on his shirt. She knew her parents wouldn’t approve of the elder holding her that closely, but there was no way she could object. Her body in its present state was rather vulnerable  and she had not choice but to trust him. 

“I’m not going to die, right?” She asked the blonde, eyebrows furrowing in despair. She knew it was a silly question, but she still had so much to live for; it simply wouldn’t be fair if she was the only girl that didn’t get to contract with the magical Kyubey.

Her other fear was more realistic; she’d only been to the hospital once or twice, but nothing major. The facility itself made her a little nervous with all the lifeless children being put through surgery and other countless tests of the same sort. It only reminded her more of the incident with veteran Mami Tomoe, who’d lost her head after a hungry Charlotte bit it off. 

[terrorofillomen-blog]

"No, I don't think you're going to die just yet." Vincent began in an absent and gentle tone, yet he still seemed almost disinterested in her pain, as if it were a trivial matter. The blonde man kept walking, carrying the girl through the streets toward the hospital with the odd soft sigh.

"It's very rare for a girl to die from an injured leg, besides, that'd be an awful waste of a delightful person." The man smiled down to Madoka, his expression forced but friendly, as if trying to reassure her she'd be safe. However, Vincent could only think of how he hated needy brats, his eyes glaring slightly despite the smile.

"I'm sure if you died, you'd let a lot of people down."

[maidenofjustice]

She listened to his argument once more, picking out the sections that sparked her interest- or, rather, dismay. 

 ”Be glad you can express love in such a wonderful way,…”

“But he’ll never be able to love me back,” She answered swiftly  tears streaming down her cheeks as the train paused momentarily to pick up two teenage passengers  They both took seats at the end of the cart, so her conversation with the strange blonde-haired man wouldn’t be interrupted. “He’ll never love me or hold me. I’m a corpse, but I can’t tell anyone. Because they wouldn’t understand.” 

Not to mention, I yelled at Madoka. I bet she hates me right now. 

“…if you give up on being useful to that thing you love, you might as well be dead right now.”

“I’m not done yet though, I still have more to give,” She answered, pulling out her dimly-lit Soul Gem and cupping it in the middle of her diminutive hands. A blue light, tainting with hints of darkness, illuminated from the object, casting the shadows away from her grim, pubescent features. “See that?” She pointed out, her dull hues focused down on the item. “I still have a little magic left. Until that fades away, I can save people.”

“But tell me, is this world worth saving? Why do people talk bad about each other? Why do men shame their women, when all the girls have provided is love and affection? Why does he toss her away when she grows old and weak? Isn’t that when she needs him most? When she’s vulnerable and in despair? Tell me, and I’ll have a reason.”

[terrorofillomen-blog]

Slowly, Vincent moved his lips closer to the girls ear, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke. It rang with a soft tone, and despite the words he said it seemed gentle in nature. Yet still, something was wrong, his voice seemed coercing and somehow sinister, as if trying to convince her of something.

"He'll never love you? I'm so sorry. You know, the world really isn't worth saving, someone as pure as you doesn't need to try so hard." As he spoke, the man moved his hand to point at the soul gem. "Should you really have to try so hard, run yourself so ragged, for such an ugly and dark world?"

"Shatter it." The two words come out in a sweet, caring voice, the mans eyes watching the girl like a vulture over it's prey, waiting for it to die so he could devour it slowly. "There's no reason for this world to be saved, better to leave it behind. Shatter it. I would be the correct act of justice, for a girl who can no longer be loved."

Vincent moved his other hand to prop up Sayaka's chin letting her eyes meet his, for a moment he silently looked into her blue iris', his eyes friendly, glazed slightly as if about to cry now. A convincing act, he thought, though on the inside he was laughing.

"Shatter it."

[corruptedlabyrinth]

☆~Toto grinned maliciously as his skin was being touched ever so gently by the other man. For some reason, this action made his heart skips beats; perhaps it was the sensation of “love” he was experiencing? Though his ideas of such an emotion were rather twisted compared to that of other human beings, but what did it matter? He thought his own personal feelings of love were the most correct, accurate, and pure. Only the elite, only the perfect were entitled to understand. 

“AHA~☆You want a taste of my love?” Toto questioned, eyes widening, though he did not allow his Branch of Sin to be revealed yet. He had asked first, after all, and doing such might weaken his body even further. He had to figure out a way to preserve the body he was currently residing inside; the stitches on the hand were the most fragile at the moment and seemed to rip more easily than the other scars. He simply had to improve before the Wretched Egg’s awakening. 

☆~”But I’d like a taste of you as well. Such an ideal body, let me lick it up. Aha~☆” The child demanded, moving closer and forgetting all promises of ever hosting a party. Such immature plans could only ever be forgotten when more important principles came into the picture. Now was the time for showing off, or rather “bonding.”

☆~The feather-haired male reached out towards the blonde slowly, a sadistically playful grin toying with his lips. “May I… have a lick, ‘Dormouse’?” 

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Vincent smiled, revealing his teeth in a pleasant and sweet grin, the illusion of a man enjoying himself. Such a disgusting doll, just like her, like that girl. Playing with toys, white skin, lapping a wretched tongue over anything she pleases. Letting his thoughts almost shine through, the blonde began gritting his teeth together as he smiled.

"You'll find my body quite the sedative, Mockingbird." Vincent smirked slightly, a chain wrapping it's way out of his shadow, moving up into the air. At the stop of the long black metal coil floated a large stuffed dormouse, it's eyes stitched shut. The key in the creatures back winded round slowly, releasing a soothing melody from the rodents body.

The air around Vincent seemed to become hazy, the gentle song of the Dormouse like a lullaby in the air, making anyone close to it slowly drift toward sleep. Though the blonde seemed mostly unaffected by the song, his gaze locked on the stitched boy, Toto, a warm smile on his lips.

"Rest, embrace it. Birds sometimes belong in a gilded cage, be them Raven's or Mockingbird's." The man said softly, moving and arm behind Toto, coiling slightly round his back, on the off chance he'd fall asleep completely.