🔪 Point a weapon at my muse + elsa & subaru
↳ nonverbal rp starters // no longer accepting
Against the pristine snow, the blood trail that she carelessly left behind was stark. Small droplets had tumbled and spread into the white creating arcs of scarlet. The sickening smell of metal and rotting flesh wafting through the icy air in a choking aroma. Heaving with every attempt to gain an ounce of breath, her drained victim tipped their chin into the sharpened edge of her blade, tempting the assailant to put an end to their suffering... and half-hoping she would. Only to receive a coquettish chortle for even implying that they would be given such a luxury.
Frozen heart shifting at the sight of her beatific smile, as she meticulously paced in circles around her prey’s bleeding frame. Ceasing in her movements upon overhearing the crisp sounds of leaves crumbling behind her. Ears perking up, quick to sense there was caution in the stranger’s footsteps. The assurance that they could approach without being detected coming to an end, as her visage averted towards lithe blade that was slowly rising out from the brush. Her lips instantly curling in malicious pleasure, now that she could see the weapon’s wielder.
“ You again? “ She coyly asked, whilst observing the boy’s posture. His stance seemingly more matured and refined than their first encounter, yet the rapid shallow breaths pluming from his chest made it all the more evident that he knew he was outclassed. How amusing for him to assume a lack of fear could only be obtained from mastery rather than raw nerve. “ What a surprise. You’re developing quite the insatiable habit of interfering with my work. Either that or I just can’t keep you away... “ Mellifluously teasing the frequent thorn in her side, as she momentarily left her intended target to the wayside.
Alas, there was little time given for the two to become reacquainted. For her to taunt and play with his visible insecurities. Unwisely, the edge of his sword swinging in her general direction, with novice-like apprehension; only for his efforts to be discarded with a leisurely sidestep. Her features contorting to that of a wretched, stained smile as her daggers selfishly shivered in anticipation. Lips smacking silently with the gentle stroke of her tongue.
“ If I may make one simple request? Please don’t leave me so soon. I want you to see the treasures that you carry before the light dies in your eyes... “ She ominously mused. Precision eagerly favoring its mark, as the tips of her twin blades slashed through his stomach in a facile sweep. In a twinkle of her glistening eyes, the bloody nest of the boy’s intestines promptly spilling out to his feet, whilst beckoning to let out a hushed scream that would not escape. To her own morbid delight, dropping down to a single knee as she scooped up the foolish hero’s visceral gifts with an expression of sheer bliss.
“ They’re... so... heavy! Ah~ “ She happily chirped, delicately stroking the foul-scented innards as if they were a prize meant to be handled with care. Violet orbs peering upwards at the boy, none the least bit attentive to the sudden paleness of his fleeting complexion. “ Oh, where are my manners? Would you like to hold them too? “