everything is blue

your food, my food, their food -- as long as it’s food, whether it came from the rations of the sky or of cold dead fingers of fellow inmates, no one cared.

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** CREDIT : MAERPS

     “ give those back … “

he whispered quickly, inching forward to reach a hand out toward them. he needed them back, he needed them in order to keep going, and it had fingers curling deep into the palms of his hands when he noticed his reach was in vain. of course she wouldn’t give them back - bullies never decide what they are doing is wrong until it’s too late, and even then the egos are enough to blind them from the world around them.

     “ i need them … i need them ! “

his voice had risen with another step as he tried to reach for them again. what was in that box was all he had left until whoever it was from above dropped more into his grasp as if they wanted him to burn down half the city. it left him biting down on his bottom lip to shut himself up as he stared back at soojung. it only seemed a little too quickly that his attitude changed as a crackle of a grin pulled clean upon thin lips cut and scarred from the times he’d been confronted by others.

and with a sickly hum he tilted his head and retracted the outstretched hand to use it for a wave.

a makeshift prison. or graveyard — it all depends on how you look at it.

ravi, despite his ups & downs, was a formidable ally when it came down to it — on days when he’s not staring as if he’s imagining the smell of her burning flesh, soojung might even call him a friend.

imagine that, a companion in this shitty hellhole. 

“i know you need them.” she teeters between amused and teasing, sharp eyes lowering to the palm outreached as her lips curve, grin turning coy & partially pompous. “everybody knows you need them, ravi-ah.” at that, she offers nothing more but a pointed look, pausing momentarily in the switch of attitude ( ever predictable this one ) before shoving the box into the pocket of her striped coat whilst extending her free hand to curl slender fingers around the other’s hand, tugging him toward her brashly.

for a split second, her grin turns w i c k e d--gleaming with pearly whites--fingers shifting to lace with his as she offers nothing short of a squeeze in reassurance.

however little reassurance he would be able to get from someone taking his prized belonging & demanding things.

“but first, you know, i rather fancy a walk to funland. come with me!” soojung clicks her tongue, keeping their gazes locked as she walks backward, tugging him along toward the right direction.

arxantic

     - - with a shake of the box of matches in his warm grasp, ravi sat hunched over the edge of one of the broken edges by the entrance of the steel mill, dark gaze blank as it seemed to go in and out of focus toward the skyline of the city that had forgotten them. however, his mind didn’t seem lost amongst the streets he once knew, instead it stayed focused upon the echo of the few wood sticks that remained hidden within the box held tightly within his grasp.

he was running on low, and it made his heart flutter a little with the uneasy feeling of nausea. he needed more, he needed it. chewing down on his lower lip, he hauled himself to his feet quickly, turning away from the ledge and taking a few long strides forward as he shook the box by his ear again. it was as if he believed that if he shook it hard enough, ten more would appear inside.

seeing that his wild hopes seemed to be nothing more than a fantasy, he tugged the box away and quickly pushed it open to squint at what was on the side.

     “ three ?! “

he called out into the wintery air, his warm breath lingering upon it as he quickly shut the box again. this just wouldn’t do. casting a quick glance to the side, he shuffled forward again before pausing to take another glance within the box.

hell is empty & all the demons are h e r e. 

all that -- would essentially be her life as of the last few years. of course, soojung had never witnessed evil in it’s truest unadulterated form till the day she stepped foot within arkham city. evil, is when your leader willingly sacrifices those under her care for a wicked grin of approval from her admired one. evil, is when your faction is almost eager to tear into each other for laughs, for jokes, for something as trivial as one measly little cigarette. 

maybe they just like the violence. maybe they want to die just that bad.

but to her credit, darkness had been something she had long embraced--further sought to prove herself of it when arkham city demanded more of it out of her.

this city, this faction, would spit in the face of purity & tear it to unidentifiable shreds.

& it’s because she adapted quick enough that she’s alive right now, able to venture aimlessly in the district in the dark right now--able to befriend those who would have her bible thumper of a mother rolling in her would-be grave.

ravi, is an instance of that.

approaching the troubled joker member, the grin that flitters onto fair features is more easy than intimidatingly threatening ( a likely habit for those in their factions ), slender fingers reaching out to slide around the box and jerk out of his grasp as she skids backward to a safer distance.

his temper, should he lose it, is also widely infamous in that matter.