The Ice Inside My Soul

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[seiishindraws]

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[uragiri-karasu]

Kara blinks twice

“I hate this new layout.”

[princekarasua]

“And I hate you. Your point?”

[uragiri-karasu]

“Guess I’ll have to pick up my hit list again.”

[uragiri-karasu]

Kara blinks twice

“I hate this new layout.”

[uragiri-karasu]

"Sometimes I remember that my existence is nothing but a burden"

[pillarsxofxdreams]

uragiri-karasu

Kara was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get his hair to sit right on his head. Something about it wasn’t sitting well. It looked off.  Before he knew it, he had lost track of time.

“What-” He looked at his watch and gasped a bit.

“Sorry mother! I’m fine!” He opens he door, grabbing his school bag. He offers a small, warm, and charming grin to her. He wasn’t a media darling for nothing, after all.

“I must have lost track of time.” He chuckles, shaking his head and tsk-ing his tongue slightly. “I’m sorry to worry you.”

Sayaka chuckles, gently reaching out to smooth down his hair as she gives him a smile. “It’s alright sweetie, I was a little worried when you didn’t come out by the first call.” Her fingers gently work at combing his hair, humming a bit as she pulls her hands away.

His hair was just like hers….By the color and just how soft it felt to the touch.

She presses a light kiss to his right cheek, “Come on, eat some breakfast first before you hurry out okay?”

[uragiri-karasu]

The young man checks the time, a bit weary of being late for school but decides that it couldn’t hurt. He nods, agreeing to have breakfast with his mother. What harm could that do. 

“I had another nightmare.” He says casually, as he sits down at the table. He had been having them off and on his whole life, but lately they had become more frequent. 

“It was a relief to wake up safe in bed.”

[uragiri-karasu]

“Fucking babies and their lack of object permanence.”

[uragiri-karasu]

Goro... His dear, sweet Goro. The only person in this hellscape that still mattered. The only one that still missed him. The only one who wouldn't have LEFT. Who can blame him for being so clingy with his sweet Crow? Could he really be faulted for it, when he tucks his head against Goro's throat and wrapped his arms tight around the other? -Blisterandburn

@blisterandburn

The shadow strokes his fingers through Lich’s hair, eyes staring blankly out at nothing, as he often did. So listless, and bland...unlike the fiesty prince that the shadow hailed from. Or even the shadow that he used to be.  There was a certain joy to being around the shadow that he had hoped to, no, longed to see. And with that joy, was disdain. Mostly, however, he was just...hollow. 

“Are you comfortable there.” The shadow hardly winces at the pressure against his arm, despite the fact it may have bruised an actual human. “You seem needy.” 

[pillarsxofxdreams]

@uragiri-karasu liked for a starter with Verse: Rose Tinted Blossom.

“Goro!”

Sayaka wiped her hands off her apron as she hurriedly moved about the apartment, her hands not stopping as she took care in cleaning. A quick glance at the clock had her frowning as she walks over to her sons’ door and knocks on it gently.”

“Goro…Goro honey? You need to get up, you’ll be late for school,” she calls out to him as she waits a moment before knocking again, “Goro? Baby are you okay?”

[uragiri-karasu]

Kara was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get his hair to sit right on his head. Something about it wasn’t sitting well. It looked off.  Before he knew it, he had lost track of time. 

“What-” He looked at his watch and gasped a bit. 

“Sorry mother! I’m fine!” He opens he door, grabbing his school bag. He offers a small, warm, and charming grin to her. He wasn’t a media darling for nothing, after all.

“I must have lost track of time.” He chuckles, shaking his head and tsk-ing his tongue slightly. “I’m sorry to worry you.”

[uragiri-karasu]

“Nevermind I’m sure mom hates me I’m going to bed goodnight.”

[crowned-rider-blanc]

uragiri-karasu​:

Grumble grumble. Pulls pillow over his head.

Translation: I will bite you I don’t need to be scolded.

But he takes the drink and grumbles a grumpy thanks

“You should… drink it right away…” He added, “You’ll recover faster… if you keep hydrated…” 

[uragiri-karasu]

“What are you, my mother?” 

Mother...

His face falls. Oh shit. 

Takes a sip. 

“I need to call my mother.”

[crowned-rider-blanc]

uragiri-karasu​:

Kara’s laying in bed. His head is killing him.

“That’s… what happens… when you drink too much….” He scolded in a quiet voice, then handed the man a sports drink. 

[uragiri-karasu]

Grumble grumble. Pulls pillow over his head.

Translation: I will bite you I don’t need to be scolded.

But he takes the drink and grumbles a grumpy thanks

[uragiri-karasu]

Kara’s laying in bed. His head is killing him.

[crowned-rider-blanc]

uragiri-karasu​:

“Don’t fate on your way back.” He slurred into the cushions, not moving or looking up at Blanc. “Go ahead and take whatever you brought me too. ‘dun wan’ it.” 

“Nuh-uh…” He said firmly. 

For one, he didn’t think he was capable of going home yet, to begin with. And he certainly wasn’t leaving the man alone in this condition. 

“I’m not leaving… you alone… you could… hurt yourself, like this….” Hmm, maybe part of his gift would help after all? It might at least make him feel more relaxed… maybe then he’d be more receptive to some cheering up. “One sec…”  Thankfully, the microwave wasn’t very far.  He put the rest of the gift bag on the kitchen counter and opened up the shoulder wrap he’d bought the man, putting it inside. 

[uragiri-karasu]

“You act like hurting myself isn’t exactly what I want.” Kara grumbles, sitting up so he can watch Blanc. His eyes were unfocused, glazed over a bit.

“Gghh...what the hell are you doing? You’re stupid if you’re trying to help...’ll call you a cab.” 

[pillarsxofxdreams]

uragiri-karasu

“Fucking stop it.” He growls, backing himself up so that he doesnt lash out. “You want me to feel sorry for hurting your oh so FRAGILE feelings, ‘mother’?! Well maybe you should have THOUGHT about that before you tried to fucking kill yourself, leaving ME to be tossed around a system that didn’t care about me!”

He clenches his fist, no gloves. He draws a bit of blood.

“Why should I give a single solitary FUCK about what you feel, about what YOU think! I know you fucking hate me too, because if you didn’t you would have stuck around!”

If she looks at him, she could see tears streaming violently down his face. He was a mess, he was drunk.

“What?! You dont have anything to say?! Aren’t you gonna yell at me?! Tell me how much of a mistake your BASTARD CHILD fucking is?!”

It’s not him talking…It was the alcohol…But the alcohol bring up his thoughts that he kept inside about her. Sayaka stops before looking at his hands, immediately worry overriding her own thoughts as she hesitates.

“Goro…”

She flinches at his words and his tears, yes…He was right, but….

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[uragiri-karasu]

Kara wants to lash out, to hit Sayaka. To scream at her and tell her to get the fuck out of his house, but the tears keep choking him every time he tries to talk. He’s backed himself into a corner. Though, there’s still the comforting weight on his hip of his pistol

Why did they still allow him to carry it? That privilege should have been revoked the first time he tried to kill himself. But maybe this time he wouldn’t miss his mark.

“Come on Sayaka. Just tell me how much you hate my fucking guts.” He finally manages to spit out, his voice shaking. “About how I ruined your life just like I ruined everyone fucking else’s! Come on! Tell about how I was the final straw that drove you to try and fucking kill yourself! Tell me that it’s all my fault! Spit in my face and give me a reason to end it all right fucking now!” 

He sounded a little...unhinged, to say the least. His grips on his own sanity...not doing so well. It didn’t help he’d gone through an expensive red wine in the course of an hour on an empty stomach. 

“Oh no wait, you WANT me for something, is that it? You want me to carry out your dirty work too?! Well, what is it Sayaka! What the hell do you want from me!” 

[crowned-rider-blanc]

uragiri-karasu​:

Kara is face down on his couch. He just kind of waves him off. He’s crying, drunk, and hey if he’s lucky he’ll suffocate.

Not that being forgotten was new to him

“H-hey…! You should be careful…!” Laying like that while drunk, that was dangerous! Perhaps foolishly, the smaller man rushed to Kara’s side, as much as he was capable of doing so. “I’m… sorry I came so late… I-I… fainted on the way here…” 

[uragiri-karasu]

“Don’t fate on your way back.” He slurred into the cushions, not moving or looking up at Blanc. “Go ahead and take whatever you brought me too. ‘dun wan’ it.” 

[crowned-rider-blanc]

@uragiri-karasu​

“Um… K-k-kara…?” Blanc shyly peeked his head out from the door frame. He knew the man would be mad about Blanc taking so long, maybe even think he forgot him. He didn’t want to anger the man, but… 

I can’t believe I passed out… today, of all days… 

“Happy birthday… I, um… I brought a present….” 

[uragiri-karasu]

Kara is face down on his couch. He just kind of waves him off. He’s crying, drunk, and hey if he’s lucky he’ll suffocate.

Not that being forgotten was new to him

[pillarsxofxdreams]

uragiri-karasu

“I’m. Busy.” He huffs, turning away from him. “What’s it matter to you, anyway. You’ve missed every god damn birthday since I was six. What gives you a right to try and celebrate now. I have work to do.”

She could…Feel her heart breaking at those words and her fingers clench at the front of her shirt. Gripping at the spot right where her heart was….

“I…I see,” she whispers as she hangs her head, “I’m so sorry…I…..” Sayaka stays quiet before nodding slowly, “….I’ll leave you alone then. I’m so sorry sweetheart….”

He was right. He was right….She slowly turns away to wipe at her tears.

[uragiri-karasu]

“Fucking stop it.” He growls, backing himself up so that he doesnt lash out. “You want me to feel sorry for hurting your oh so FRAGILE feelings, ‘mother’?! Well maybe you should have THOUGHT about that before you tried to fucking kill yourself, leaving ME to be tossed around a system that didn’t care about me!” 

He clenches his fist, no gloves. He draws a bit of blood. 

“Why should I give a single solitary FUCK about what you feel, about what YOU think! I know you fucking hate me too, because if you didn’t you would have stuck around!” 

If she looks at him, she could see tears streaming violently down his face. He was a mess, he was drunk. 

“What?! You dont have anything to say?! Aren’t you gonna yell at me?! Tell me how much of a mistake your BASTARD CHILD fucking is?!”