If the first claim is free, here's the boy...
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Smith carefully thumbed her blanket before peering over at her latest visitor and musing carefully, "Oh, sir... I hope that everything is going well for you at the moment... I happened to get to the meal room a few hours ago, and they were serving meatloaf. The meatloaf was fine, but..." She trailed off to rub her chin, though her gestures seemed rather stiff at the moment.
"I don't think you'd like it, at least in my opinion," the middle-aged woman sniffed aloud while folding her hands together, "... It's somewhat flat. Do you mind flat food? I don't, really, but I don't know about you..." She forced out a chuckle and rubbed her hands together. The silence, to say the least, was... Deafening. Smith could feel her teeth grating slightly against the thin skin of her lip, if only because she didn't want her mouth to hang open.
The aides told her that it made her look flat. She was sure that she'd look flat no matter what, so it wasn't like it mattered, but... Still... Anything for a friend, right? Right?
"... By the way," she piqued in suddenly after an extensive period of silence, "do you have any balloons with you? I saw one the other day being given to another patient, and I was wondering if you had one. It kind of reminded me of the first time we met anyways..." Smith let out a gulp, as she then peered over at the window and batted her lashes ever so carefully. "... Whenever that was, really. I don't really remember the details, but it's still there... Just a little bit. I think."
Oh.
Then, more carefully, Smith started to inquire further, "But that asides... How has everything been? I'm sorry there isn't much. Maybe you can read something if you want?" She directed her gaze towards the bookshelf, slowly gathering dust, in the corner of the room. "Or read something to me-" Smith abruptly broke off and carefully held her hands together. "- Not that you have to, of course. I wouldn't mind if you didn't. You're not obligated to, by any means..." Nonetheless, she chuckled as she leaned in slightly, almost as if she was starting to waver with desperation at this point...
"Right? Or you can just talk about balloons... Or meatloaf... It's up to you, really. You're, uh... The visitor, after all... mm?"
@ NP: feel free to go for Smith's pre-hospice version if you want; just lmk if that's the case so that I can respond appropriately!! ^^
maybe I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time??
Nathaniel's fingers gently held Smith's chin. He smiled. Lifting her head up. Then carefully continued the braid he had started just behind her ear. The sun warmed the back of his head, and his ear twitched towards a distant bird's song. Spring was slowly approaching and Nathaniel wondered if Smith had been inside the hospice the entire winter. Or that some of the wards had taken her for a 'stroll' as he had. They sat in the hospice garden. A secluded area that offered a view of the rural area. A pear orchard snaked around the garden and some wild krō's chawed at them from the tree-tops.
"We braid our hair to remember," Nathaniel said. As he divided the string of hair he held it into three pieces. "It's an honor thing. I suppose," he said. Then laughed. The two small beads in his beard clang.
"I earned my first braid at my first whalehunt," he said. "I was just a wee lad back then. Lost in the world," he told Smith. "Poor too. I must have been 20 at that time. I started as a cook's mate you see," he laughed. Eventually, I ended up behind the harpoon gun myself. Or in the zeewolf-ships. I delivered the finishing blow in my first 'chase'. Quite a feat. The seas are full of danger you see," he continued. As his fingers swiftly moved through her hair.
"You can compare it with a ballroom filled with aristocrats, I suppose." Nathaniel laughed about his own joke. "But with actual sharks and not men pretending to be one," he said. He used a leather strap to tie her bread together. Leaned back and eyed his handiwork.
The dull colored unevenly cut short hair was hard to braid, but it looked decent.
"Have you always been with Johnson?" He asked. Still poking holes in her background. Still fishing for information. In an attempt to seem genuine he hid behind an 'honest' smile. "I can't imagine," he confessed. "A woman with such a spark in her life ending up with a dull figure as him," Nathaniel said. Then shook his head.
"I did find your son." Pause. "Your grandson as well," Nathaniel mused. "Maybe you can dedicate your braid to them, those you've never learned to know," Nathaniel said. "Or to you beloved husband." Nathaniel's lips curled, showing a hint of his fangs. "Now that he's still alive."
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Nate: how could you tell I'm sad?
Also Nate: looks like this
Nathaniel lay slumped over the bar, allowing his fingers to thumb the old oak. He let out his breath. One that reeked of alcohol. It was one of 'those days.'
Nathaniel hadn't heard the other man approaching and looked up lazily ss he started to talk. Nathaniel eyes him over. Stopped thumbing the var and smiled. The other was a strong man, strong jaw, big chest. A man.
"I could say the absolute same," he used in return. As he planted his elbow on the bar and allowed his head to rest on his hand.
"What gave it away?" Nathaniel laughed. Showing hints of his sharpened fangs before turning to his freshly ordered drink.
"It's the location isn't it?" He said. The bar was a dump. Dark and small. It smelled of sweat. Of booze. Only sad souls gathered here.
Nathaniel eyed him almost expecting. Challenging even. His fingers curled around his beer-pint, ready to lash out if he wanted too. But the tension eased down. The bartender sighed in relief.
"If I love something more than drinking it's gambling," Nathaniel said. As he laughed. "Sure I'm game, what do you have in mind."
He paused. Nathaniel's ear twitched and the Easterling leaned closer. "Those conditions sound like a win-win to me. Alright," he laughed. "Let's see what you got in store big guy."
"It's about time I meet a man, who's a man. Heh." As the ex superhero tried his darnest to sound smooth. But it was rather embarrassing really. Anyone watching this interaction could literally smell the desperation on Power Guize. The superhuman looks to the bartender to order Nathaniel another round of drink. "So... You just come here to drink your sadness and anger away like the rest of these men?" As he looks around his surrounding. The tavern wasn't clean and if it wasn't for the Easterling being here, Power Geyser wouldn't have visited a 'dump' like this. Though he had to tread lightly now. That statement probably wasn't the smartest thing to say to a man like Nate. Probably a super poor decision on Geyser's part, trying to flirt, but sounded more like an insult... Nathaniel looked like the kind that'll probably just punch before talk. But perhaps that's what Power Geyser wanted... A fight to break out between them? No. Power Guize didn't want it to go down like this. Quick! He had to think fast to make a smooth recovery perhaps??
"Say... Since you LOVE drinking so much. How about a gamble? Arm wrestle me. Beat me and I'll buy you another round of drinks. Lose, and I get to take you out on a date. How about that big guy?"
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Power Guise felt the other was mocking him. Calling him a hero. Reminding him of his ex status and his temper. He makes a fist to the side and was planning on punching the strange man. It wasn't until the man left that PG finally realizes he was in the presence of something more powerful than him... The last bit of words lingered in his mind far after he was gone.
"A superhero who couldn't control their temper," Amaros chuckled, stepping around Power Geyser with an air of vanity, "Now that is very interesting."
Continuing to circle the ex-hero, the god tilted his head downwards to look him in the eye, "Yet, you still carry a good soul. I can see such. As long as you are worshipping correctly, I am certain you will find your place in an afterlife."
Amaros laughed again, holding a hand up to his face, "Not mine, of course, you are not of my world. But your god's. Certainly."
With a click of his boot, the god turned to leave, "Be always wary of who you trust. There are many willing to lead you down the wrong path."
Lotta knew this person would be a regular at a pub or bar. He would begin pouring a glass of fine wine for the captain. He would ask about the many scars Daniel had but felt as if it wasn't his place to ask them. One thing Lotta would know about Daniel for sure is that he should expect a lot of fights just from him sniffing out all the bastards in one place. Not that the vampire would blame him,bars are the main place for trouble after all.
Cw for drinking yet i can't spoil it due to being on mobile 🏃
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Emily wasn't the one to drink.
Today was a long day though, and Emily just needed something to cool herself down. So she went to the bar.
That's where she spotted Lotta. He was in the corner, making drinks, doing what he did. She sat down at his area. "I'll take a shot." She sighed. He shoved the glass over to her. She took it, gulping it. Sitting it down, she was already a bit tipsy. His appearance started to seem weird. Not that she thought he was weird- no. Just the effects of alcohol. "I'm done.. How should i pay?" She giggled.
"B...blood?" She giggled drunkenly. "Ahaha- here, take these." She sat down 5 bucks and tripping over-- walked out.
hugging because why not and sorry if this is bad, im currently feeling not well ;-;
Andrea looked at Emily, with a curious look in her orange pupils. "How are you today?" the helk asked the woman, the creature was also feeling ill, from lack of sleep. Andrea slowly crawled to her and hugged her, the helk was shaking, or twitching a bit, her fur covering Emily's face. "Sorry if I'm a bit wack, I'm not feeling well and so I wanted to hug you." The creature said, hugging the woman while putting on tired eyes.
hi Andrea, my boy is awkward, i am sorry
Tiberius really had no idea what to think of the creature in front of him. His hands were on his hips as he looked up at her, lips pursed for a second as his head titled side to side. After what seemed like forever, he decided to speak, "Uh, so, hmm..." Or at least tried to, his head dipping down and staring at the ground in concentration for another moment. He shifted from foot to foot before sighing and tilting his head back up to look at Andrea once again. He had never seen anything like her before, and wasn't quite sure what to think. What he did think though, was how large and fluffy she was. Her fur looked... soft, and he wondered if it was indeed as soft as he thought. It wouldn't hurt to ask, right? Like, what was he expecting? For her to suddenly beat him up? He certainly hoped not, he didn't think he'd survive it.
"Alright, excuse me but, uh, how soft is your fur?" He chose to ask, finally locking his gaze with hers before he quickly broke it, rubbing the back on his neck, "Like, on a scale of like, uh, like dirty and ungroomed maltese to freshly bathed and blow-dried golden retriever." He added on, wondering if that actually made any sense whatsoever, "Or maybe like a fluffy kitten with all the baby fluff." His eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought of a fluffy kitten. Oh how he wished he was surrounded by baby animals right then. He really wanted to just cuddle with any of his animals right then.
"Cause, to me, it looks like it goes down the baby fluff route, not that I'm calling you a baby or anything but just... ya' know?" His cheeks seemed to become a bit red as he realized he was very much rambling at that moment, "I have no idea if I'm making any sense." He let out a small laugh, a smile on his lips to try and hide how embarrassed he felt right then.
As per usual at this time of night he was just wandering around, without any destination or direction. It was always fun to see where he'd end up, as long as it wasn't all alone. Wait, that- sounded weird he didn't mean it in any WEIRD way, just a drinking buddy or something was nice! Like Hank, the giant sailor man who was always talking about his "Bonny"... and no one ever knew who or what that even was. Yea. Company like that. Any company. For a second he wondered how Hank was doing... and ren straight into a lamp post. "F*CK'S SAKE!" he cussed, rubbing aching forehead. Well, now he could check that off his list for today! What was far more exciting though was the dog he saw on the other side of the street.
His eyes lit up for a second (like... literally lit up. They were slightly glowing.) as he approached the dog that looked more like a bear. "You are SO fluffly, oh my god. Who ARE you?" he asked while squatting down a little as to not seem threatening. Of course he wouldn't just pet a dog he didn't know, that was rude. Towards the dog. Who... had a collar. Waaait a second. Slowly his gaze followed the dog's collar to its leash and up the leash that was attached to a human. Uuuhm... Slightly confused he just stared at Tiberius for a moment. Why would he even think that the dog was NOT attached to a leash?? Must've been his bright mind again. "I... uhm..." he finally mumbled before clearing his throat. "...good evening, sir?" This situation was probably beyond saving but he still could try his best, right?
"A... beautiful dog you got there... what's his name? If I may ask..." Finally getting up again he extended his hand towards Tiberius and mustered up a slight smile. "I'm... you can call me Alistair. Terribly sorry for being weird, if it isn't too late for that."
I am very sorry he is not actually stupid, he's just lost.
Gonna put a spoiler bc he's eDgY and hates his existence. Also death/loss.
For a second he was ready to snap at the white haired guy that sat down next to him, just assuming he was lost (because he was convinced to have the best pokerface of all), but something stopped him. Maybe it was the need to talk to someone, who knew? Didn't matter anyway, right?
"You got me, I guess..." he said, trying his best at a honest smile. Quietly listening to En's words Alistair just sat there and feeling not as alone as he was used to. He did understand the former prince's struggles, even though he imagined it was a lot harder to be a royal who got kicked out by his own people. His brothers only ever tried to kill him, did that count? Probably not, the feeling was kind of mutual after all. When En mentioned his powers he let out a bitter laugh that soon died again in order to let the other one finish what he was saying.
"I wish I could offer you some advice but honestly... that just sucks. They sound like horrible people though." the black haired guy murmured, looking back at En. "You have my deepest respect and admiration for carrying yourself that well, despite everything you must have faced." After taking a deep breath he continued, "It does make sense... but are you sure you wanna listen to this? It's probably quite boring." again he laughed a little, probably at himself.
"I'm sure those powers sound great and I mean... they are I guess? They just don't help a lot. Of course I can change my appearance to fit in anyhwere but I can't really change my personality, can I? Of course, to some degree... but with time you just fall back into old patterns." He just gave up on sitting and let himself fall back into the grass. "Honestly, I'm just tired. So not being able to die is something I would gladly give up if I could. I don't want to bore you with too many stupid stories, but let's just say my family is not that fond of me, but that's a mutual feeling." It was probably only fair to admit that.
"Anyway, have you ever been in love? And have you ever watched someone you love die? That's kind of the downside to immortality. As much as I would have liked to prevent them from dying I do have to respect their wishes, right? But then again, any relationship I had with another immortal turned to shit as well. It seems anyone is up for a quick fling but no one cares to stick around. People usually just pop up if they need something and that's about it. If I am of no use to them they just chose to ignore me like the garbage pile I am... I mean, I can't blame them, I don't like myself either."
Again, he looked up at En. "I'm sorry, I probably sound like a bitter old man and it might be strange for an immortal to talk about love... but trust me, it's no different for me. I just get to carry it around for longer. Their deaths as well as the memory of their lives. It's okay as long as you can keep yourself distracted, but..." Alistair sighed and sat back up. "...well, I'm sure mortals carry those feelings to their grave as well. ...to cout a long story short it just gets lonely when you have to watch everyone you love die and can't do anything about it because if you did they would start to hate you. So you just exist while the world around you keeps on turning. Too scared to meet new people and lose them again and too pathetically lonely to actually stay alone."
He tried to muster up another smile. "I guess now it's your turn. To talk or to leave the sinking ship... I wouldn't blame you." the guy chuckled a little, looking at the exiled prince.
"You know, I kinda get it, that feeling of not belonging," En murmured as he sat down on the grass, both sheathed swords resting against his shoulders. He offered Joker a light smile. "Sorry. You just... had that look on your face, you know?" He bit his tongue before he could blabber on some more. But as someone who constantly struggled with fitting in, he recognized a fake smile when he saw one-- especially when it was used to hold back pain.
"I never belonged," the ex-prince carried on as he looked forward. "I got exiled from my home. Funny, right? So bad at trying to be one of them that they ended up kicking me out. Everywhere else I've gone I haven't been able to settle well." He quickly looked up at Joker. "But at least you have those powers of yours! Can't die, you can change into anything you want, you can even create things?! I don't know how you can't fit in! You can literally change yourself to do just that!"
With a sigh, En looked back forward. "Sorry. I'm sure even with those skills it's still tough. If... you want... I don't mind hearing you out? It'd be nice, you know? Hearing someone else with the same problems? Makes me feel a little less alone out there. Does that make sense?"
You can reply to him, his evil self, or his older self!
Angry lad evolves into Angry lad v2
NOOOO DONT LET EN GET TO YOU CAELESTIS HES JUST EMO
The entire time Caelestis spoke, En did nothing. He never even faced him. Instead, he simply sat in his place and gazed out at the ocean and the ever-drifting sun. The blue sky gradually turned into hues of purple and orange, and soon the remaining rays disappeared and were swallowed by the nighttime's early sky.
Not once did he react, not once did he look the other's way. It seemed like he hadn't even been listening, until finally, he'd gotten up to face him. "What good would knowing more about me do?" he signed. "You said so yourself, you have no powers. You can't change anything. Anything I say is just for your amusement."
His anger rising, En turned his back to the celestial, his fists and jaw clenched tightly. After a moment, he took a deep breath. As he exhaled, his fists relaxed. The fury in his heart and mind burned heavily, wanting to eat away at any logic he may have, but part of him refused to give in so easily. At least not yet. He had to remember that he himself wasn't human, and had powers beyond many, especially with Lan-Ran. He may very well be stronger than Caelestis.
After taking another deep breath, En turned back around. "I've met many gods," he signed with a solemn expression. "Many were like you. Carefree. Happy. They liked mortals." His expression grew angry. "Never once did they uphold that happiness. I only saw destruction.
"Physical, emotional, mental; to mass groups or to individuals. There was always destruction. I pleaded with a god for help, and this is what he left me." En pointed at his throat before signing, "He removed my voice. Before that, I had been exiled by my home for that very voice. A voice he removed instead of improving without a single care in the world, despite everyone begging for it back. I watched my brother get murdered in front of me, and because I was exiled I couldn't go to his funeral. What kind of benevolent, kindhearted, good-willed god would have given me this kind of life? What kind of god would have taken my voice after knowing everything else that happened and prevented me any chance of coming back home?! To as much as see my brother's grave?! You tell me mortals start wars and bloodshed because of arrogance and greed, but they learned it from the gods. The gods are far worse than anything you've seen from us."
A silent moment passed. "You are not a god, and you cannot change fate, so I won't try to kill you when I see you, but..." Another pause. "I don't believe in your affection," he soon signed. "A mortal's love is a commitment. We literally dedicate our lives to who we decide we love. You-- immortals and gods, can't understand that weight. Watching your lovers leave is painful, but you erase them shortly after with a new one. You say you like me, and that you have affection towards me. I don't believe it. I don't believe it weighs the same as a mortal's."
The sky grew dark, and En walked off, never once giving his name.
caelestis right now (aand a mini sorta follow-up bc YEAH, en got to him alright fjkhsfhkjs)
En had said many things, thought-provoking and heartbreaking, but Caelestis' mind could only focus on the parting words at this time. It was all true, wasn't it? As En walked away, Caelestis' gaze couldn't even follow him, and he merely stared down at himself. He wanted more than anything for his love to hold meaning, but to claim that it did, was… difficult when put in that manner. What En had said wasn't wrong, after all. He knew that deep down. His feelings may seem as if they overwhelm his entire being—loud, deep, and strong—but they were not something to be valued. There were those who meant the world and beyond to him, who had brought forth tears and who he felt devoted to more than anything. Who he could forgive again and again, no matter what atrocities they may have committed, to him and to others, and merely fall repeatedly into their arms and love them even so. But then... He attempted to peer back into his mind, his memories. There was nothing but a blur. Nothing but the knowledge that he could not go back anymore. A gentle, but now cruel fuzz that displayed so clearly exactly how easily he would move on every time. A few long naps, a new adventure in a new world, and everything would blissfully, callously leave his mind and grow distant forever.
The words had stabbed sharper than knifes, and the pangs in his chest hurt far more than any flesh wound. But... as his thoughts traveled further, what pains truly were there in his chest? His heart ached, but there was no heart to truly ache. It was all an illusion. An imitation of matter—of sensations and emotions he had merely wanted the ability to feel. It was all fake. Caelestis hugged his legs more closely. Everything was fake. Even beyond the deep but shallow romantic feelings that he relished in each moment of his endless life, could any of it be truly considered real? He was only an actor, playing the role of one living life. He blinked repeatedly, desperately longing for tears to fall, but to no avail. Perhaps the continual dryness of his eyes was merely a reflection—an accurate representation of how little he genuinely felt. A cruel reminder, only further emphasizing the true insignificance of everything. He was nothing at all. A selfish, meaningless existence who shouldn't be here at all.
To think En had experienced the world at its very cruelest, and here Caelestis was blissfully lamenting over mere feelings. With a sigh, he uncurled his body, lying his back against the flat rock and letting his legs hang off the edge. Staring up at the dark sky, his emotions calmed somewhat, releasing into the air. Any remaining wind had ceased entirely, and there was only a cold, still silence. One thing was for sure, that had been a rejection if he'd ever seen one. Unsurprising, in a way, but it still stung. He'd hoped, and the result felt... worse than things had been before. He'd failed. Unsure as to what to do with himself, he held an arm over his eyes, and all that was left was a strong craving for a very, very large amount of wine.
replying to the brokEn/evil ver ofc haha, and... i humbly apologize for the length,, 💀 (aka why it's spoilered)
The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, and the wind continued on with a gentle breeze, although almost bordering a sense of tension—as if threatening to pick up at any moment, but remaining as it was for the moment while it observed carefully. Frankly stunned by En's unexpectedly calm reaction that did not appear to involve any murderous intent for once, Caelestis merely stared open-mouthed for a few moments. Unexpected was… bad, at this point. As if the world was only tempting him to fall even harder, and it was working.
"Oh," he finally let out after eventually remembering to breathe. "I was simply thinking. About you, in fact." There was a slight pause. "I… hadn't expected you to be willing to listen, I suppose." He gulped nervously, darting his eyes away. This was a bit stressful, actually. If he messed this up, that would probably be it.
Pulling his knees up against himself absentmindedly, he looked down at them in thought, attempting to calm himself down. It was an odd feeling, sitting so close to the ex-prince, but it was nice. A taste of peace that only made it all the more difficult to bear the thought of things reverting to the usual aggression. "…I'm glad you liked the shell more than the lemon," he mentioned with a soft chuckle, glancing towards it briefly. The lemon in specific probably hurt more than anything else would, but he wasn't sure he could handle that reaction again regardless. "There's many of them here, but that one caught my eye in particular. I… hope you might consider holding onto it. It suits you."
He paused once more, putting some thought into the main topic at hand. It was frustratingly difficult recalling exactly what claims about him En had made, but he knew that he hadn't quite agreed with them, at the very least. Or... he hoped they were wrong. After letting out a breath, he began slowly. "What I've been wanting to say is… I suppose first of all, I'm not truly a god, you know. I do come from beyond here—a higher plane—but I can't say I'm on the best of terms with them even. Not in the slightest. I step daringly on their toes nearly every day by merely residing here." He paused to create a small vine from his arm, before plucking off a single golden leaf, and allowing the rest to retreat back into nothingness. Holding it up before himself, he continued. "This is me, you could say. Or... was, rather. The soul of a leaf, and one that surely hadn't been intended to yet enter the planes below, if ever at all. I suppose that's the only reason why I would be considered a form of higher being, for if I were to truly enter the world as a soul should, I believe I would likely be as any other. I long to experience life, with its countless dazzling thrills and wonders, but… a part of me greatly fears being truly tied down to it, so here I am, simply living it in this rogue manner as a result." He stopped to chuckle weakly. It was a bit pathetic when put like that.
"I may fear mortality myself, but I don't dislike mortals either. Their fleeing lives do sadden me, as I fall in love time and time again, with no choice but to eventually leave myself before I must inevitably lose them to time entirely—if not to something else first. Selfishly, I will admit." He could never quite fully claim to not be selfish, in many ways. And greedy. Oh, this self-defense speech was not going the best, was it? "Humanity, perhaps though, I may not be the most fond of, as they slowly destroy the worlds around them again and again, motivated by mere arrogance and greed." He reached out to lightly grasp the dying sunlight through his fingertips. A slight frown on his face, he lowered the hand, continuing, "But... I understand the differences of individuals, and that one will never truly speak for the whole." The fact that it's not as if he considered the other's claims to be entirely wrong, but merely to an extent that he found himself wanting to say something, made the argument a whole lot weaker than ideal. But, a part of him wanted to attempt to explain himself even so. "It's not as if I venture here to wreak havoc, either. I find myself far more involved than I had ought to be, really. I don't care for flaunting any specific feats, but I do enjoy helping other people. A habit truly, for better or... occasionally worse." To an extent that it could be terribly foolish, but he found no need to emphasize that part too much at this time.
The dim glow of the sun was barely visible over the horizon by this point, and Caelestis shifted his gaze that had drifted towards it to instead look at En once more. "I… cannot help but feel as if my intentions towards you have been misunderstood a bit as well," he muttered slowly. "I quite genuinely like you, and I almost fear the power you already hold over me as a result. And… the extent to which the feelings threaten to grow at every moment." Perhaps the continual briefness of their meetings was truly a fortunate thing, and all but literally displaying his heart to this man who had very much so been intending to kill him only their previous encounter was actually a rather terrible idea, but it didn't seem that was going to stop him either. "Forgive me if my displays of affection have only been a confusing hindrance, however… I simply seem to have a bit of difficulty thinking clearly when in your presence, and I continuously find myself acting far more foolishly than usual as a result." It was a struggle even now, suddenly having to force his thoughts to actually organize properly. He sighed.
"There are other things as well, I believe, but I'm not sure you would prefer me to be rambling the entire night." Not feeling quite ready to finish talking even so, he added, "Although, it frustrates me how little I truly know of you. From what I can gather, you seem to have been hurt by the world—by the gods above—to an extent that you loathe me by mere association. I can't help but long to understand you better, learn of what struggles could have driven you to such an extent, or… even simply to know your name…" His voice drifted off as he looked downwards, unsure as to what else to say. "But," he looked back up, "more than anything, I just… don't want to be an enemy. I refuse to cross blades with you, and I want to help you—somehow—or to at least not be hated so strongly by you." The problem was that the thought of indifference was almost worse, but to ask for anything more was a bit too much to hope for at the same time.
The anxiety began to well up in him once more, and he looked away towards the ground, somewhat fearing the sight of the other's reaction. With a sigh, "And… I suppose that's everything I have to say for now. In truth, there doesn't seem to be as much as I had thought, so I can only restlessly leave myself at your judgement now." A moment then passed, and he found himself opening his mouth briefly once more, his mind feeling a bit calmer, but still somewhat nervous. "But..." he said softly, "at the end of the day, words are only words, are they not? I could truly be saying anything at all, and I never have found much difficulty in lying." Do you want him to not believe you? "So... if you'd like, you could always consider a more first-hand judgement instead. It should be clear at least that I harbor no ill intent, so there would be nothing to truly to lose. Except your sanity, perhaps." Now he was definitely getting a bit ahead of himself, but it was still worth offering, wasn't it? At least, that's what he tried to reassure himself.
follow-up 👀 (also man, this whole post is just spoiler boxes lmao)
Stumbling across a panther aggressively scaring a man off, it took no time for Caelestis to realise who it was this time. It was a side of the shifter he'd almost missed seeing. Figuring there was no point in interrupting for now, he simply stood silently until Wraith shifted into his human form and the man had scurried away. "Hello, Wraith," Caelestis greeted cheerfully before pulling him into a hug. The celestial himself had no idea what the hour was, and nodded, almost impressed, when Wraith pointed out the time. "Oh, I prefer these hours, actually," he said. "So truthfully, I was simply taking a walk, hoping to come across some excitement on the way, and…" He smiled, tilting his head slightly to the side. "It seems luck has been on my side, no?"
The rooftops were a pleasant change of location, so Caelestis of course made no complains in the slightest. "You seem to be quite the early bird yourself," he commented teasingly, standing next to Wraith at the railing. It wasn't surprising that the shifter seemed to have taken him seriously though. "Indeed, he didn't seem the most well-intended fellow." Turning his head towards Wraith, "You really are quite the hero, if I say so myself." He chuckled lightly, but meant it genuinely.
It was difficult not to admire the way the sunrise shone against Wraith's face, illuminating his features with a soft glow. The sky was beautiful—breathtaking, even—but Caelestis' eyes could only drift towards the shifter. It wasn't as though the affection in his expression was subtle as he gazed into Wraith's eyes, but his heart ached with the knowledge that it would never be enough. It seemed unlikely that anything would be. Even when Wraith turned away towards the sky, Caelestis couldn't manage to follow his gaze, and barely processed the words that proceeded when he turned back. "…Yes," the celestial barely got out in a soft mutter, a few moments later than would have been natural. Somehow, as the sun had rose slightly higher over the horizon, it only furthered the angelic sight of Wraith's face. With the gentlest breeze passing through, it felt as if the sort of moment where there would be nothing more natural than to step just a bit closer. Lean forward for a kiss...
Caelestis' breath caught, and unable to bear it any longer, he finally darted his eyes away. Almost awkwardly, and hopefully not too coldly, as he shuffled to finally properly look towards the sunrise himself. He knew it would only become more of a problem, but the thought of distancing himself from the man felt even more unbearable, so he could only look aimlessly into the distance in a desperate attempt to calm his aching, and pounding heart.
(Time for me to get back into my writing game xD )
The troublemaker that Wraith had tracked down stumbled backwards and landed on the floor as the shifters panther form approached him, hissing and growling as it did so. The man tried his best to crawl backwards away from the large feline, panic evident in his eyes. "I...I wasn't trying to do anything to those girls, I was just.....just messing around." He stuttered as he tried to reason with the angry cat, earning a snap of it's jaws in response. Honestly Wraith was so focused on the man in front of him that he didn't noticed that a familiar face was watching the whole thing. Snarling, the panther swiped it's claws across the mans throat, it wasn't a deep cut, just a warning if anything. Wraith's form shifted back to his human one, his face completely furious. "Next time it will be even closer, if I ever catch you in this city again, you won't be as lucky as you were tonight." He snarled.
The man nodded quickly in response. "Well.....get the fuck out of here!" Wraith snapped causing the man run off and in the direction that lead out of the city. "Piece of shit." Wraith spat. It was then he heard his name being called and turned to face Caelestis. "Oh......hey." He said as his shoulders relaxed slightly. Despite seeing that angered side of him a few seconds ago, his golden eyed friend had no problem hugging the shifter in greeting. Giving a small half smile Wraith returned the gesture before pulling away. "What brings you out here?" He asked tilting his head slightly. "I mean it's pretty late....." He said looking up to the sky. ".....well.....very early morning you could say, the sun will start rising in about an hour or so." Not like Wraith could talk he had been out here all night.
It was then Wraith suggested to take their conversation onto the the rooftops, at the very least they would be able to see the sunrise when it came around to it. The shifter leant his hands against the railings. "Hmmm? Me? No I've been up all night, couldn't sleep so I thought I would make myself useful." He said looking at his companion. "Good job too, who knows what that asshole would have done if I hadn't chased him off." The shifter gave a sigh before he felt the familiar faint warmth of the sun begin to approach, he gave a small smile and turned to Caelestis. The sky around the pair of them had turned into a mix of deep purples and blues which faded into the colours of orange and yellow as the sunrise began. Wraith leant his hands against the railing once more. "It's rather impressive isn't it?" He said with a relaxed look on his face as his eyes scanned the variety of colours in the sky. "Just goes to show that there is no better artist than nature itself." He said with a soft chuckle as he faced his companion once more, the soft morning breeze blowing through his hair slightly as the sunrise colours reflected in his eyes and added a soft glow to his face.
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Follow Up:
Wraith grunted as he half limped through the streets, despite the wounds he had sustained the mission went well and his target was eliminated. He gave a growl of frustration as he felt his head pounding, no doubt being hit with a metal pipe was the cause of it. Grunting slightly he thought about the streets, they seemed to be getting worse, he wondered what other areas outside the city was like, before scoffing.
“Everywhere is the same to me…war, idiocy, corruption and people who are full of shit.”
It was then he saw a faint trace of movement to his right, his head snapping in that direction and seeing a figure who was holding two katanas, in a relaxed state but still ready for a threat. "What are you doing out here?" He asked, his voice cold and low as usual, but when he took in the appearance, he remembered something he had heard some of the city folk talking about. "You're her aren't you, the crime killer?" He asked, before exhaling. "Well if so....it's nice to see that someone else has seen what a shithole this world has become."
Koharu Oshiro, the woman who became the urban legend of "The Crime Killer" was on her feet, traveling the world as usual. The quest to find her younger brother grows longer by the second, but the resilient woman would not give up.
It was raining as she found herself in a alleyway situated in a city she decided to explore, wanting to find any trace of her younger brother. The woman was cautious around alleyways, the known areas for criminals and gangs to dwell about. She had her two katanas in hand, ready to end any evil-doer that dares to challenge her to a fight.
As she walked about, she then noticed a man nearby. Limping, hands on his head, his face showing pain and anger...
Koharu stopped in her tracks, listening to what the man was muttering as he continued to limp, visibly injured from what looked like a fight:
“Everywhere is the same to me…war, idiocy, corruption and people who are full of shit.”
The Crime Killer then felt a pang of pain in her heart. Her one lone eye widened the slightest bit. She almost dropped her weapons, but managed to keep a hold of them.
She has always felt the same way, with her pessimistic view of the world.
But never expected for another person to ever have the same ideals.
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Note for @NP: I will do follow ups most likely! You can read Koharus bio for more information about her, but I am fine with anything! Even g*re is okay for her, as it suits her overall backstory and current self :)
(FOLLOW UP TIME!)
Koharu looked at the storyteller, quickly snatching the bloody blade of her many victims before the trembling man. The storyteller could hear her telling him something:
"Tell me about yourself first. I need to determine if you are innocent or villainous. If you are innocent, ill tell you about me. Villanous, then you will be ended by my blade that your hands have held." she simply told him, now looking at him (despite her mask covering her face)
(LIOR IM SORRY FOR KOHARU BEING SCARY)
The infamous Crime Killer turned away for a moment, mumbling some things in Japanese before she turned back to the storyteller.
"I suppose I can tell you a bit about me. But do take this under one contract: Do not tell any authority this story of mine." she told Lior.
Koharu then grabbed the man and put her blade to his neck to assert the seriousness she had with her statement.
"Do go by this agreement, or die." she warned.