IN PIECES.

 plump lips wrap around the straw , eyes watch tomie with curiosity . they get out of the school and come here to have smoothies , tomie's little crush on their teacher was the subject of their recent conversations which akina was growing tired of . she's the last person to have a say in this , considering her past with the scandal of the teacher that was fired from their school ( and the pink scar on her eyebrow ) . but she didn't trust this one . . . didn't like the way he gazed at tomie's beauty . tried to warn her a few times about him but it seems her voice was hitting the deaf ears . ❛ i can bet on my new shoes that it's not love , tomie . ❜ she says after a roll of her eyes , long fingers playing with the end of the straw , bored , not sure of what yet . talking about that man simply made her uncomfortable . tomie is beautiful , she makes heads turn with her melodic laughter and pretty eyes ; being pretty isn't always to her advantage either . ❛ hope you don't plan on coming to me when he inevitably breaks your heart . . . or neck . he smiles like a psychopath sometimes - ugh . ❜

 @42piece        forbidden love.    ;     accepting

•°. *࿐ ❝You worry too much❞, Tomie giggles. This is the Tomie of old, a younger Tomie, innocent, who’s not yet to suffer the true horrors of the world. ❝Mister Takagi isn’t like that at all.❞ A secret affair — a wrong turn somewhere, and soon she’ll be in pieces. ❝He’s thoughtful. And kind.❞ Her eyes sparkle a slight. Nevermind the fact Tomie already has a boyfriend — one she does not treat too well, but he cares: the beginning of the poison in Tomie’s heart already in place, guarded somehow in its prison until release. She’s not always so sweet and nice — she does have a wicked side — but also, a whole lot of naiveté thrown into the mix.

❝He said he’s going to leave his wife for me❞, and she believes him — or perhaps she doesn’t, paving the way to make his life a living hell for lying to her.

She leans her cheek on her hand, looking into the nothingness where her mind has conjured a world where she and Mister Takagi and she live together. ❝You’re being too harsh. Besides, he’s so dreamy.❞

Immediately, there’s regret upon even speaking to Tomie. Robin opens her mouth to correct herself, but ultimately, dismissal comes before she can try to make up her wrongdoing.

What food is left, the wolf just takes away, nodding quietly to Tomie’s little shoo-shoo. A quiet “g’night” is said, but the owner of the house doesn’t leave yet. Nope, she takes her time in putting the leftovers away, cleaning up any mess she had left behind, then turning out the lights.

Sleep doesn’t come easily. It almost never does with her schedule… Usually waking up from nightmares or to set out on a hunt. Yokai preferred the edges of reality… When the sun set was their highest time of activity. The second highest was at witching hour… Around 3 am.

The sound of something rustling in her bedroom prompts the shapeshifter awake, body shooting upright and claws extending from her hands, ready to slash…

But those transformed hands don’t move. No, not when she sees a pair of familiar eyes with a dark mole beneath the one.

•°. *࿐ The night comes, and the world flips into utter darkness — in darkness things shift, things morph. The shadows elongate into inky blotches — the moon is not wholly round, but almost complete, its light bone white as it casts its eye through the cabin’s window.

Flip flop — a pair of bare feet slapping the floor — approaches the room alongside a long shadow barely resembling anything human. Inside the bedroom now, eyes look toward the bed as the woman marches to its side, staring down at sleeping Robin for quite some time before she opens her eyes, widening with realization. Moon slices light across Tomie’s features — she nearly looks angelic, but above all, she is not a piece of the wall anymore: hips and legs have replaced plaster.

You!

Robin’s sudden startle makes the mysterious girl giggle — a sweet and soft sound with something strange beneath it, a darkness akin to the night beneath her tone. Tomie seems unbothered by her bareness, remaining by Robin’s beside. ❝Me. I told you you’d get a surprise if you let me borrow your home. See? I’m whole now.❞ She never said what was the surprise after all — Tomie smiles in he moonlight, taking a seat on the bed. ❝You were having a nightmare❞, she comments with a head tilt which slides her hair from her shoulder down to her front. ❝— you groaned and moaned a lot. What was your dream about?❞