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Don’t let it stop you.
stitchcrossed.
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Her hair is still damp between his fingers, as the teeth of the comb grab at the tangles to free them. They are both silent as he works, her small feet tucked beneath her as she sits still in front of him. She’s messy, wild - it’s a wonder she survived on her own for so long, he thinks. A wonder that he came across her at all. He tugs at a particularly rough knot, the fingers of his free hand lifted to hold her head in place. If it hurts at all, she makes no noise of complaint. Still. Silent. - His lips part, a rare compliment given in monotone. “Good girl.”
The reaction is instantaneous as she twists in his grasp, red eyes wide with elation. As though that’s all she had ever wanted to hear. As though it’s the first time he’s told her so all over again… Yet he’s not angered by her sudden reanimation, an arm laid open in preparation for what was to come. He’s not a fan of physical contact but he’s learned her to be. Words seem mostly lost on her still. Mute by choice or unfortunate events Jun Ren has still yet to determine. With time.
Her arms are small, frail - but she holds him tighter than should be capable of as she wraps them around his chest. They’re not quite long enough to reach all the way but she compensates by forcing herself flush against him, wet hair tickling his nose as she does. The arm raised to accommodate her falls, rests heavy over her back, his hand cradling the back of her head. / He remembers something like this before, where she is him and he is Her. His fingers squeeze, a little too hard perhaps but it can’t be helped.
“… Enough of that.” His hand falls away and he waits for her to step back, to right herself seated, still before him again. She does so without a word - turning her back to him once more. This time, though, she hums something soft, quiet and he lets her. He doesn’t mind the silence filled with something other than his own thoughts. “ - You’ll wear it up today, don’t make a fuss over it.”
✘ = hugging them / roleplay meme. ( accepting )
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .
They don’t understand you like I do. Her words are like silk pressed against his ear, Her hands gentle over his shoulders before nails bite in. His eyes remain closed despite the pain, despite the way She scrapes into bone. She is tempting him with what She knows - as She has been for years now. Become one with me. / She’s told him how, explained what She means but. . . something leaves him uncertain. What will it mean for him? What was he to benefit? - She, of course, some semblance of freedom and him? To be with me forever.
Shoulders slouch, back rested more comfortably against Her knees. Hair, white as bone, brushes at his cheeks as She leans over him. Like tears does black tar fall from Her eyes - heavy upon his face. He cracks open a single eye to take in the sight of Her above him. It seems fitting that the curve of Her lips reminds him of another - has him yearning to catch them between his teeth to tear them off Her face. He shuts his eyes again but Her hands move with too much purpose to ignore them.
Spindly - long, stained red with his blood do Her finger press at his mouth ; push past his lips with little resistance. She catches his tongue between Her fingers, opposite hand settled at his jaw to keep it pried open. He hears Her coo but does not respond ( CANNOT ), dark eyes kept closed if his mouth could not. Don’t you love me Jun Ren? / Of course, he wants to tell Her. Of course. In some way he did. He loves Her. . . as he always has. And he knows She loves him too. Why else haunt him so personally? She pulls at his tongue hard, pulls it past his lips - forcing it to accept Her faux tears ; a strangled noise pulled from his throat as he chokes on them.
Swallow. And he does so because he can do no else to get his breath back. It’s hot in his throat, burns a path down - clings to his teeth as Her fingers shove his coated tongue back into his mouth. As She clamps both hands over his mouth to keep it from coming back up his throat. Such a good boy you are. His eyes are still shut, screwed closed as he struggles against the pain. . . Yet settles as quickly as it starts up and he feels relief, like a warm blanket over him. She pulls Her hands back from his mouth so he can inhale and it feels like the first breath to ever fill his lungs. Dark eyes open slowly - near hesitant. Questioning.
Shh, don’t ruin this.
I may not have the best body but it sure does hold all my organs in place
"i am a very neat monster." ( ´,_ゝ`)
Perhaps it’s the drugs that makes the lieutenant loose with his words - or the tiredness that seems to be perpetual in his eyes. Jun Ren isn’t certain but either way he listens, considers what he says quietly. MONSTER , he says, as though his outward appearance alone is enough to constitute as such. He knows of monsters posed a humans personally - Akon is no such one. He leans back in his own chair, a pull at his staples as his mouth drops into a slight frown of thought. Neat, certainly… Interesting even but monster? It’s a curious way to put it.
“ - I’ve known monsters, Akon-san.” Jun Ren’s tone is heavy, as though it takes effort from him to pull the breath from his lungs to speak. He can feel Her, like a hand around his throat as he carries on. “I don’t believe you quite fit the requirements of one.”
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“ there are plenty of people who deserve it.” child!jynx
She’s dripping red upon the wooden floor - her words a whisper as she speaks ; as she stares up at him with eyes blown wide. For a moment he gives pause, wonders if the blood is her own or another’s. He reaches out, a hand placed upon her cheek. She’s shaking, though subtly - dark gaze drifted over her to account for the messes source… Yet he finds no cuts, no gashes ; nothing beyond a tiny nick upon her hand. Curious. So she is learning then, taking it all in. He wonders who her first is.
He reaches for a rag upon the table of their temporary living room, brings it to her opposite cheek to wipe away the evidence before it dries entirely. She’ll have to bathe - a requirement she hates whenever she gets too messy. The hand rested against her face moves, fingers reached out to remove a bit of gore from her hair. She’s still learning though - still tactless. Someone could have seen her. For once Jun Ren doesn’t feel the need to silence the voice as She speaks words of truth. Someone could have.
“ - Tell me, who deserved it?” He lifts her into his arms as he asks her, small body rested upon his hip. He carries her outside to the water basin. It’s cold, certainly, still murky from the night before but it will have to do. She’s left no room for time to spare to gather fresh water. They must move on and soon. “Still - you must think these sort of things through, child… even if they do.”
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“ have you ever wanted to kill something else?” child!jynx
His hands pause wrist deep into the corpse upon the bed - dark eyes turned away from his work to the child at his side… Had she been there the whole time? The flecks of red upon her cheeks answer the question for him. She has not moved a single inch from her place, crimson gaze blown wide with curiosity. With intrigue. As if she cannot devour enough of the sight before her ; just like with the food she so rapidly eats when he feeds her.
He considers her words, fingers flexed around the intestines he’d been working out. Had he ever wanted to kill something else - besides other people? … A Hollow perhaps but that lay far out of reach… No, Jun Ren supposed he didn’t. Not anymore. Killing animals held little value to him and they were the only other thing around. He’d long since expended their purpose in his youth. / He stares a moment longer at the child before his gaze sets back on the work at hand. He can answer her and continue.
“ - Are you asking because of the bird?” The question is simple, bored - he wonders why the woman upon the bed is spared for the cravings of hunger while he is not. What makes her insides so different from his? A pause before he carries on, thoughts brought back to her question. “Before I grew older I was fascinated with all sorts but now - ,” the sound of guts lifted between his fingers fills the room, a deafening squish as he places them on the bed beside the corpse, “ - I’ve chosen my preferred… something.”
As she had so put it.
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"how long have you been doing this?" ( from ume ’ v ’ )
“ … Doing what exactly, Moritomo-chan?” If the honorific is meant to bring ease the monotone he uses to speak it certainly ruins the effect. Chan, as though she’s simply a girl - not a woman of equal, no, of greater standing than his own. Chan, as though to bring reminder to the softness she’d once spoken of. / Jun Ren waits expectantly for her to clarify. He isn’t sure entirely what she’s referring to : what before her eyes she cannot believe to have been completed with ease. How naive, or ignorant, of her to think she’d be privy to any of his private, long standing projects. They’ve only just met after all. All of this stuff is child’s play. For now.
“Culturing fungi, nurturing parasites… ?” He offers her out a jar to take, the black liquid inside pressed to the glass where her palms rest - trying in vain to burrow into fair skin. He’s amused by the reaction even if she isn’t aware of the cause. He lifts another jar, a bioluminescent fungi glowing softly inside. “Or do you mean some other thing entirely by your question?”
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everything is so fucking boring
“ you gimme the fucking creeps.”
Vibrant red stains dark as it dries across the front of his lab-coat - a mishap of arterial spray uncontrolled, dark eyes catching the man who fills his door frame without permission. Ruined lips stretch wide as the sight of what Jun Ren works upon makes the other man halt in his entrance, as words of honesty fall from his mouth as he speaks. Creeps , he says , as though that explains the feeling well and good enough. As though it doesn’t allude to the natural fear of him that he cannot help but feel. Creeps… His amusement with the captain is subtle as he turns back to the specimen upon the table. He’s no time to waste by not continuing.
“ - Work is work, Kenpachi-taichou.” His fingers take hold of the ribs exposed to him - pull it free from the chest cavity to expose the organs beneath. Lung failure again. “I apologize if mine frightens you but - ,” he pauses briefly, rack of ribs laid on the table at his side, a scalpel lifted delicately between his fingers, “ - what must be done, must be done… A man of your particular talents surely understands that.”
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darkly dreaming dexter starters ( part one )
dark themes edition. ( trigger warning for mentions of murder, etc.)
“ how long have you been doing this?”
“ and this ‘something,’ it makes you kill things?”
“ have you ever wanted to kill something else?”
“ it’s going to make you want to kill, and you can’t help that.”
“ what are you?”
“ choose what… or WHO you kill.”
“ you gimme the fucking creeps.”
“ you don’t want to do this to me.”
“ put the knife down, ___.”
“ jesus christ that hurt!”
“ and then it hits me. it’s not me, it’s you. there’s something wrong about you.”
“ i should’ve listened to him/her. something’s wrong about you.”
“ that’s the kind of shit i used to fall for when i thought you liked me.”
“ you’re connected to this thing.”
“ maybe you didn’t do it, but i’m gonna find out. and some of what i find is gonna stick to you.”
“ ___, come on. for christ’s sake, cut the shit! it’s me!”
“ i should shoot you.”
“ for god’s sake let me out of this shit and quit acting like a fucking lunatic.”
“ goddamn it. come on, ___. snap out of it!”
“ ___ should see this. s/he was right about you.”
“ of course, neither one of us could manage that with real feeling. after all, we can’t actually feel anything, can we?”
“ we’ve both spent our lives playing a part. moving through this world reciting lines and pretending we belong in a world made for human beings, and never really human ourselves.”
“ have you done any reading on monsters like us?”
“ this happened, ___. the chain saw, the flying body parts, the … blood—”
“ we both suffered a classic traumatic event. it made me what i am—and i had a thought that it might do the same for you.”
“ you have to listen and do as i say. you have to. you should know that. it’s important.”
“ it’s a terrible mess, isn’t it?”
“ open them. open your eyes. open them NOW.”
“ look. or i will cut your eyelids right off your face.”
“ i am a very neat monster.”
“ oh, what a madcap little monster i’ve been.”
“ If i am ever careless enough to be caught, they will say i am a sociopathic monster, a sick and twisted demon who is not even human.”
“ yes, beg me. that’s good. much better.”
“ i understand perfectly. you see, i can’t help myself either.”
“ can’t? i don’t think i know that word.”
“ you are mine now. do exactly as i say.”
“ be good and you will live longer.”
“ oh, dear, are we being squeamish? after what happened?”
“ how did you know i would want to? you couldn’t really know.”
“ it’s a little bit of a shock the first time, isn’t it?”
“ killing makes me feel good.”
“ i enjoy my work; sorry if that bothers you. but there it is. and it’s not just ANY killing, of course. it has to be done the right way, at the right time, with the right partner—very complicated, but very necessary.”
“ i don’t want the cops to catch every serial killer out there. then what would i do for a hobby?”
“ there are plenty of people who deserve it.”
“ really? even after the new kill last night?”
“ imagine how it would’ve felt if i had killed you.”
“ i might have had to kill him/her.”
“ really, now: if you can’t get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?”
“ it looks very much like the killer might be me.”