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content warning: suicidal thoughts.

“I shouldn’t have left you.”

“I’m here for you.”

“I’ll kill that son of a bitch who did this to you.”

“Please let me help you.”

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Don’t you dare to leave me, not now.”

“You didn’t deserve any of this.”

“Please tell me this is a nightmare.”

“Shh, it’s okay.. you’re safe now.”

“Why are you crying?”

“I can’t believe I did this to you.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

“I don’t want you to die.”

“Talk to me.”

“I fucked up, alright? I’m sorry.”

“Where were you? I was so worried!”

“Stop saying you’re fine when you’re obviously not.”

“Seeing you like this hurts me.”

“I don’t want to live anymore.”

“Can you please just.. go away?”

“I’m worthless.”

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m going to die.”

“It’s nothing, I swear.”

“I don’t want to talk about it so just drop it.”

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

“Nice weapon ya go there. Kinda ballsy to be carrying it out in the open like that, though. You might scare off some of the locals. And that’s the last thing you wanna do. Trust me.”

Seeing new individuals emerging from these pillars of light  had become a fun little pastime for Dante. If only because the big wigs in charge had a rather.. negative view on them. With the sheer amount of unknown factors accompanying these mysterious visitors, demonic forces would more likely than not try to ‘deal’ with them should they seem as though they were a credible threat to their rule.

“ And here I was thinkin’ I’d get lucky for once. Sheesh. “ The scythe clipped itself together, a self-solving puzzle within his grip, before the entire weapon decreased in height and shrunk to a mere half-sized blade. “ Bit of a contradiction, don’t you think? “ He added, all before leaning upon the handle of his blade as its edge dug into the undergrowth beside his foot. “ Do I risk my life all for the sake of scaring off some locals? Nah, I aint buying it, kid. What is this place? Don’t worry about scaring me off, I just wanna know whether it’s worth the risk. “ 

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         You mirrored that trait, though hatred was an uncomfortable feeling, the word came to mind when you thought of your time apart from him. You lay that blame solely on your own tired shoulders.

    Attachment was something you always… struggled with. Holding onto to something solid, putting yourself at risk of falling and tangling the lives of others in the process.

    Close personal bonds were something you’d shed yourself of long ago. There was too much at risk in putting your trust in another’s hands. The thought still left an uncomfortable churning to twist your guts into a tight knot. 

      But you were foolish, and somehow he managed to phase directly through the barriers you’d put up around yourself and he wrapped a white knuckled grip on your heart.

      And slowly, ever so ungracefully, he tore you to pieces. Your trust in him grew to outweigh your trust in any another, your concern for his well being was all consuming and he wandered your spare thoughts so effortlessly it was maddening.

You fell in love with him like the slow decay of an abandoned structure, not unforeseen and not unexpected but still destructive as it tumbled.

    And you’d spent all of this time tiptoeing around the subject, neither of you pushing for anything more then the shaky unison you shared, fearful of collapse. You pushed him away at every chance you had, tried to force wedges and obstacles between you and yet he still remained.

    You hated yourself for it. For a long time you left him in the dark of night, disappeared, fell out of touch. You left, guilty and afraid of yourself and the power of your own feelings. And it sickened you. Such weakness, such frailty. You hated that what scared you the most was falling in love with Qrow Branwen.

The man who stayed at your side through thick and thin, who supported you when others faltered, who trusted you whole-heartedly. 

      You were so tired of running from him. From yourself. From all of this, this disaster you created together.

            ❝  Somehow that doesn’t surprise me….                                          But I am never far from you. ❞