At your will

A smile, a smile, bright and true! A smile, a smile genuinely broke through! Now Sketchbook always smiled, it was a fact of life not needed to be said. But to see her with one that held no hint with sadism or cruelty… it was a rare treat. Too rare, in fact; she quickly covered her mouth.

She wouldn’t give him the sick satisfaction of making her happy.

  " Treasured old friend, did you truly miss me so?     Wasting time like that, have you really stooped so low?     We’re together now, don’t you fret.     Happy times now, no more upsets! ”

Sketchbook // Don’t Hug me I’m Scared

“ Brave of you to venture into Yohane’s domain, my little demon. Heh, brave.... or foolish. ” The self-proclaimed empress of hell, the champion of the fallen and the goddess of malice precariously stood upon a pile of rubble, her legs wobbling in an effort to stay upright. Clad in an audacious knock-off of gothic lolita fashion and a pair of wings that were quite obviously homemade, the idol chuckled as she posed, internally praying that a sudden wind wouldn’t knock her off her feet.

“ Was it mere idle gossip that brought us together today? Rumors of the wish-granting demon light your curiosity? Well! If that’s the case-- What are you doing!? Stop! STOP!!! IF YOU TRY TO CLIMB UP HERE I’M GOING TO----!! ”

Yoshiko Tsushima // Love Live!

The methodical chop, chop, chop of a knife hitting the cutting board filled the otherwise empty silence of the kitchen. Daniella scooped the sliced carrots with the flat of her blade and tossed them into the stew, moving on to the next vegetable. Slice, slice, dice and the potatoes were thrown in. Now, the stalks of celery---

A sudden scream broke the routine, erupting from the maid’s own mouth. Her fists thrashed against the counter top and she slammed the force of her body against the oversized pot, spilling the scalding hot contents onto the floor and herself. Her skin blistered, bubbling welts forming over fading and fresh scars but she couldn’t feel it. She couldn’t feel anything. Not the pain. Not the heat. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING.

And then she stopped. The screaming. The crying. Acting like the outburst had never happened, the homunculus began to clean the mess and tsked at herself. Master would surely punish her for this. 

But that was fine. She wouldn’t be able to feel that either.

Daniella // Haunting Ground

Wandering alone at night was not a pleasant activity. And finding someone else wandering alone at night was even less of a pleasant surprise. Especially when said someone abruptly appeared in your line of vision, causing you to panic and run straight into a wall with a loud BANG! of piano keys erupting from your lips.

Piano rubbed at her reddening nose as she pried herself from the wall and turned to look at the clock with a worried expression.

The streets were dark, no matter how brightly the stars shined above them. And the howling wind would sometimes drown out her singing, a simple song to ease the tension. A terrible night to be out and about; yet here they were, lost in this maze of a city.  She wasn’t sure if the taller woman could feel fear or even feel the warmth of Piano’s hand but she held onto it tightly and gave it a gentle squeeze every now and then. Even if it didn’t reassure her friend like she hoped, it was helping her feel a little less afraid of their situation.

Background Music // The Boats & Birds

Background Music // All Eyes on Me

 A riddle? Piano angled her head, trying to unravel Charlie’s words. If a pastry is left out for too long, it becomes cynical. In other words; it becomes ... stale? That’s what happened to food right? Oh, the wonders and frustrations of not needing to eat.... what did people do with stale food again?