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( closed to @luck ) your turn to die: sou hiyori
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
With varying vanities, from every part, they shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
STOPPP HE'S BEING GOOD NOW
[ He wouldn't be able to weave such fantastical stories if he didn't. They're there to allow those who read them to pretend that the world is a better place than it is. His own story is nothing so wonderful. He's not the man who wished his heart be hidden, only to be be given a second chance at life once it was returned, but one who gouged it out of his own chest and stomped on it until nothing remained. The hole in his chest will always be there though, and he'll never be the restless child that he once was.
His fingers twitch and curl in Komaeda's hair as he consoles him with kisses. He props himself up using one arm so allow him to run his fingers through the other's hair. He toys with the ponytail, gingerly starting to pull at the hair tie to undo it. ]
Who, Komaeda-kun? Tell me... Do you think would would try to kill me, or perhaps find that there's more amusement to be found in letting a person live to watch them fail? Would I be made to feel true despair?
[ He slips the band around his fingers and wiggles it onto his wrist, taking a lock of hair in his hand and letting his fingers run along it before it drops. His existence was erased, so there's no reason that she should know he exists. Yet, he's caused so much trouble by bringing himself back from the grave.
The devil is sharp and sly, but despair is something far uglier. His tone is quiet and flat, but it's not meant to dismissing Komaeda's concerns. Rather, it's what he's thought of for such a long time, his worries and fears, so many years worth of waiting. ]
I wonder if she's unpacked the little mystery I left? Ah, it really is a frightening thing to think of how much could be taken, I know...
[ In the end, that had been the point. He's a greedy man, after all, and he so he wished for both hope and despair to train their eyes on him. A little chaos can go a long way. ]