inhibites !
it is a double - edged sword that she wields . keenly aware of something not quite as guileless in a gaze / will not submit to being her butterfly , peeled apart and entrails plucked ! brains will not unspool in cursory descant , not right now ! ❛ who knows ? probably some weird test they did once we , y’know . . . ❜ mimes a crude , childlike gesture : slip of a tongue lays limp in the corner of mouth , arms cross over ( tender ) chest and choking gasp rattles the throat ! ❛ s’all weird . ❜
he reeks of immaturity : annoyance crawling up throat in biting words and venomous tones , but she’s been playing games too long to let it , let him get to her . doesn’t he know ? she feels like it radiates from her : t̷̳͛̈́͊̈́̉̋̉͐͋͊̎̄̕̚͠h̶̛̦̮̤̱͚̻̞͇͈̞̹̣̄̆̍̈́͝a̶̢̡̢̦͍̙̜̝͓͉̿̓̍͋̚ͅͅt̵̡̲̤͍̲̭͇̪͈̠̤̼͕̥̅͒̒ͅ ̵̢͚̱͍̜̣͔̱̝͈̥͕̮̘̍̀̆̑͌̐̊̉͘͠ ̶̛̣̳̺̣́͆͌̐͂͑͗͝ͅs̸̜̟̙͔̭͙̙̭̹̦̤̮̥̀͌̕͠h̷̢̛̯̫͔̥͓̲̩͕̰̘͚͕̽̀̓͐̅̓́̀͌ë̵̥͈͙́̈́͆͘ ̷̹̘̬̦̻̘̞̬̮̽͌̐̉͜ͅ ̷̨̢̜̙͙̜̈́̽s̷̹̜͍̪̰̒͒̅̀̇̾͊̀̑̏͒̕ḩ̷̛͓̳̘͕͛͛̔͂̿̏̇̄ő̸͕̙̭͇̫̰̒͒̓͗̀̕͘͝ų̷̨̠͈͓̓͌̀̉̏̍̈́l̸̪̪͉͕̭̥̎ͅḑ̶̣͙͎͍̻͇̲̥̪͐͌̌̆͒̆̓͝͝ͅn̶͙͙̆̚'̴͍̪̦̒ͅṱ̸̡̈́̓̇͆͂̐̇̒̋̽̿͠ ̵̰̖̯͉̹͔͐͌͝ͅ ̵͈̺̙̖͛̈́̐̀͌́̊͆̚͝͝b̴̹͇̟̼͈͎̒̂́̓̓̓̀̐̀̍̒̅͝ẽ̵̡̺̥̯͓̙̱̮̹̭̺̼̔̒͆̕ ̸̢̜̝͙̯̜̳͖̤̘̈́̌͌̑͌̀͘ͅ ̴̢̛̲̜̮̖̤̗̦͓͚̮͎̱̘̣̾͂̾̉̄͋̑͝h̶̢͎̫̭̜̪̝̩͐̇̈́̅̄͐͗͐͋̇ͅe̴̥̠͖̲͈̜̝̭̍̏̂̿͋͂̌͂̀̉͐̚͠͠ͅr̴̨̢̹̰̣̥̓̄ḛ̶̛̜̠̻͍́ ̴͔̘͎̘̿̐͋̅́͛͊̚̕͠ ̶̨̲̗̬̲͖̲̟̰̜̪̰̽͌̈̃͐̔ͅ.̸̛̹̋̋͗̌͗̓̎̋͐͋̊͊͝ . he’s too innocent , too soft , too pliable at the edges so he never breaks , just bends , ever so slightly , stress against his body and MIND , and he’s — he’s everything she would’ve sought out to destroy in her club mates in the past . it’s no wonder that he’s HERE . he’s ... soft . perfect for this place .
i̷̡̞̞̱̘̹̪̺̜͖͙̞͇͈̓́͌̊̉̃͑̑̒͠͝ͅt̷̨̧̯̳̩̼̦̪̱̙̻̽́̔̆̽͑̍̓͆'̵͈͍͈͔͔̜̘͔̺̻̝̲̞̭͗̊̈́̏̈́̊͂̿̽̓̔̉̈͘ͅs̶̝̮̈́̔̑͆̕ ̷̧̮͈̮̪̮̹̲̮̯̩̀͋͒̆̂̀̚͝ ̵̯̭̎̍̌̎͐͒̊̈́͝d̴̫̯̳̮̙̭͒̌i̵̦͎̦̹̞̊̇̈́͐̕s̵̗̥̯̝͙̘͉̗̠͇̹͋̈́̏͐̂̐̀̿̇̆͠͝g̷̫̥͈̼̤̞͍͕̪̻̳͖̺̅̓͒̓ͅu̴̧͖̫̞̯͓̅͐̔͒̔͆s̸̤̱͌͛͆́̉̄̀̈́̔̕͝ţ̵̧͕̖͈̙̖̺͈͈̗̩̊͛́͂͛̒̑̀͘ï̴̢̛̳͕̗̞͚͔̦̟̺̈́̒̅̇ņ̵̛̼͙̖̹̼̝̯̹̼̝̜̒̉͌ġ̸̡̹̠͇͈̜̇̒́̿ ̷̣̲̤̭́̌̀͜ ̵̖̙̦̪̣̭̮̟̜̤͈͚̊͒͂̓̓͌͜.̸̩͈̟̼̻̦͖̃͆̎̈́̍̒͒͌̈͝ͅ .
“ a test , huh ? i wonder ... how you and i got paired then . what traits made us so ... appealing to the other in the eyes of the creator ... “ it’s a quiet pondering , green to look towards the sky , “ but i suppose it all works out in the end , if this is where we ended up . do you remember your past life or ... ? if it’s too uncomfortable , i won’t pry anymore . “ and here she is , yet again , goading MORE people into giving her information she doesn’t deserve to have dirtied hands on , selling it with gentle smile . “ i get that it might be painful . “
















