Demon of God

                   ☓ – ·                  “Yeah, something like that,” She could call him what she wanted; whatever words came from the mouth of something that festered the Brand didn’t bother him much. Here, at the eye of a busy market street, Guts’ options were limited, but he was always one to improvise. With his cloak as his cover, the struggler made sure she felt the cold bite of the iron fist digging into her back in a bid to usher her somewhere beyond public sight. 

   “This thing’s loaded, so you ought to turn around and move as I tell       you and maybe I won’t slaughter you in front of all these people.”

Real fucking specific. What, he expecting her to dig through over a decade’s worth of brawls and battles to try and remember his hyper-masculine ass — assuming he himself had even been present for whatever she’d done to cross him?

Well, whatever. If need be she could rip him limb from limb...

“Yeah, yeah,” Jiao snorts, only resuming her walk for the sake of the onlookers. To fill up the time she mentally checks off the proper weapons she has stashed on her person, though if they get away from the public eye there won’t be any need to hide her true capabilities.

Being eyed for a reason she can guess is one thing, but this has been absolutely fucking ridiculous. She scowls and whips around to face him, features tight.

✦ - He had to be somewhere and he had to be there yesterday. That was the whole reason of him rushing through the streets the way he was. People who were in hiss way were either accidentally bumped, or avoided with his surprisingly nimble feet. There was a crownsguard meeting, and since he was within their ranks for a good while now, he needed to get there so that he didn’t get a lecturing from his father; which was still going to be the case, since he was actually already late.

He didn’t mean for it to be this way. He didn’t mean to bump into the girl that hard, but with the force that it was given, it seemed differently. Before he could even open his mouth to apologise, the shield was grabbed and shook about like a ragdoll… by someone much smaller than him. What was going on here?

❝I was about to apologise until you grabbed me.❞ He said to the other, irritation upon his voice as he spoke. ❝What’s up with you anyway?! All I did was accidentally bump into you.❞

He had no idea who this girl was, or what he problem was, but my god she had an attitude. Well, Gladiolus believed so anyway. Even with her monstrous strength, Gladio was still standing his ground, talking to her as straight as he could. Now all he needed to do was get out of this situation so he could get to that meeting.

The young woman scoffs, pushing against the towering male rather than simply let him go without protest. “Yeah, sure, ya damned prick! Isn’t that what you all say?”

What even is up with her, anyway? Is it how his build reminds her of far too many cocky assholes to count? Is it because he, if only because of his sheer size, would be the one to gain proper respect through combat and the like? Hell, did she just wake up on the wrong side of her bed?

Maybe she had another damned nightmare when she slept; she doesn’t always remember them.

Though her lips are pulled into a sneer and she could go for a trip outside of the city to chop up some beasts, she has important shit to do rather than waste her breath on this cocky fuck. Jiao readjusts her priorities as best as she can, shoving her hands into her pockets.

//Because I made a Berserk verse on here now that I’m all caught up with the manga. For the sake of convenience ‘n’ all that, the verse description/info will be below the cut!

     “i’m a year old, i can make these kinds of choices for myself.”

//Tfw u could just... feel everyone losing interest in you?? Maybe it’s bc slow activity (and/or those bouts of notably high activity???) or smth but like... this last year or so I’ve actually made A GOOD AMOUNT of friends rather than just one or two but??