* why would a star — ever be afraid of the dark

#ASTERISKHEART :   ❛ you won't lose me — you will keep me. keep me in your heart; i shall be nearer to you than i have ever been [ ... ] i want you to always remember me. will you remember that i existed ? that i stood next to you here like this ? ❜

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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 : emotion inherent to the heart, tragedy, sacrifice, trauma as an open wound, humanity vs monstrosity vs divinity, housing something greater than yourself, redefining one’s identity, the struggle of forgiveness & more. 

❝ … ❞

❝ You too. ❞

         How far did this man intend to carry on this farce ?  The stage had been long since set, and the main antagonist had taken the final bow with a fiery exit the world would never remember. The curtain’s about to fall and close out this longstanding play.

         Still, Lars struggled and still he persisted. Banging his head against a cliff, seeking to pry the tiniest crack into the rockface. If anything, it’s all the more proof of the Mishima blood coursing through their veins. A rueful smirk curled up under a disdained, mismatched stare. Perhaps, Lars had less choice in his actions than he realized.

         ❝ You’ve outstayed your welcome. Give up your futile resistance. ❞

         Narrowed gaze didn’t seek to look directly. They didn’t need to. Her disgusting presence filled the room, clashing against the darkness he wore like a priceless crown. Just as well there’s no mistaking the hatred etched into each hard line of the acidic glower carved into scarred features as it affixed to the wall with a palpable force.  ❝ You. ❞

         Why ?  Kazuya verged on the edge of claiming it all. He rose above all the mistakes, challenges, and setbacks to seize the glory of his undeniable power. Very soon, the world itself would come to rest in the palm of his hand, a hair’s breath away following his crushing victory over the Zaibatsu - the final defiant symbol and remnant of Him. He stood on the precipice of the moment of his ultimate triumph. Why ?  Why now did this curse made itself known ?

         Fire and brimstone boiled blood, ascending rage and wretched memories pumping through veins and arteries, spreading lethal poison. The gnarled fingers of hell grasped the rapidly beating muscle nestled within cavity of his chest, a tight squeeze that threatened to choke, just like back then with suffocating heat, never ending darkness, seething agony digging / flaying / scorching to the bone  ( he wants to forget / he can’t ever allow himself to / remember what He’s done ).

         Years of resentment and loathing act as the whetstone to sharpen steeled voice and hone the dismissive barb honed to a deadly point. No room left for argumentation. No room for her. Not any longer.

         ( it evaporated a long time ago amidst the roiling pools of searing magma and volcanic ash and burning flesh. )

         ❝ Begone. ❞

         Kairi lasted two minutes gawking over the impressive professional grade kitchen - it must be, she's never seen so many seemingly high end appliances lined up in one place like this before - before attention turned to the recipes pinched between fingers. During their brief stop at the Moogle Shop, in the midst of her excitement and a desire to contribute to the upcoming activity, she forked over some munny to acquire a pair innocuous cards. The titles sat scrawled on the flat papers, detailing the puzzle pieces to Kupoberry Cheesecake and Moogle Mousse with Kupoberry Sauce. Nothing she'd heard of before but hey, trying their hand at new desserts could further test the newfound boundaries of Sora's apparent skill in the kitchen he manifested in the window of time they'd been apart. However, one small problem arose. Strawberries and oranges.

         Sora had stepped out with the mouse  ( rat ?  regular rats were bigger in size than mice on the islands but who knows about anywhere else. and that big one — remy's his name, sora said — had looked mighty comfy perched atop her friend's bed of wild spikes for whatever reason, but he appeared friendly enough )  that ran  (??)  this place, off to briskly scour the nearby areas in search of missing ingredients. Maybe while they were out she could get a head start ?

         Easier said than done. That was the hope, the dream, but alas not all dreams were meant to be.

         The creak of the door hinges had a head whirling to face it, disheveled red and white locks swinging. Powdered clothes sat in a manner of disarray. A healthy dusting of white dislodged by the abrupt movement flew into the air, drifting flurries settling on shoulders, face, freckled nose and coaxing forth a small sneeze with a jerk of the arms. The fumble sent a few precariously perched containers free of contents clattering to the floor, newly honing reflexes kicking into gear just so, snatching a few wayward eggs rolling off the edge from meeting a similar fate.

         Shoulders slumped, lined with defeat. Already she could feel it. Bones turning to dust with age, hair graying, crepitus settling in as the years were shaved off her life with each subsequent mishap. With an anguished groan, the eggs were placed on the granite tops back in their rightful place among the haphazard spread.  ❝ ...I can explain. ❞

►  ❪  CLEARING INBOX  ❫

         Striking black attire, distinct and enough to recognize, to know of the ruin and devastation left in the trails of those damned cloaks. It's not hard for imagination to take the singular line and weave possibilities of what may lay within the fog of that intent. Did he think this funny ?  Burgeoning ire glossed irises a shade darker. Contrarily, the world seemed too bright, colours washed out as eyes narrowed, thin, sharp, seeking to pierce the black veil shielding features from the world. Fingers curled tight around the grip of flowered blade. Did this faceless, hooded goon think the rest of them were props to his little game of seeking needless, unending suffering ? She didn't understand.

         What was this, that bubbled hot behind her teeth ? That stung her throat, blistered skin, and left her trembling ?

         A spark of a slumbering rare flame illuminating tender insides, a type that often gets pushed down down down to mere cinders. An invisible hand reaching from it to pluck shimmering bloom from chest's confines, and let uncommon ugly feelings tread the surface of her heart. Her light — blinding / burning / a harsh glare — swelled up within it's container, driven by emotion, greater than any uncertain fear might've threatened her stance to waver. A shimmering molten river coursing though veins, boiling higher past the threshold, as though it would spill over the cracks and melt the ground she stood upon.

         Ah.

         Kairi was so tired and so very angry.

         ❝ For what ? For what ? ❞  she seethed. Accusation coated her uneven tone, low then cresting high like the thundering of crashing waves.  ❝ How about you try leaving people alone for a change ?!  Beat it ! ❞

I've cleaned up across my blogs and a majority of my posts have been deleted here aside from some old threads and headcanons ( which will be redone eventually ). My carrd and muses has also been reworked. If we don't have an established thing between our muses/talked about it and/or we've only had like one interaction then consider it your chance to start fresh ( unless you want to continue in which case just run it by me )!