• revenant.

❛     FUNNY,     BUT I DON’T SLEEP MUCH.     ❜     it’s a desertion of the senses,     either disassociating throughout the night or participating in the nighttime mayhem.     but sleep wasn’t an option,     the only thing he feared appeared in his dreams,     daunting:     himself.     yet his voice is in no way indicative of any fear.     ❛     kinda don’t like sleepin’,     yknow?     ❜     said with a slight glare,     but the smirk forming on his lips show there is no real irritance there,     only contentment.     yet even that is a lie.     one day it will get stuck,     he thinks:     the mask.     just like the old story went.     the man who pranked the village wearing an oni mask to scare people,     one day it wasn’t able to be removed.     stuck to his flesh,     becoming his flesh until that is what he was.     THE     ONI.     that was his curse.     it’s pathetic,     he thinks:     to fear what one could become.

❛     IT AIN’T A TOY,     KID.     ❜     his weapon was a part of himself,     symbiotic.     one in the same.     his kanabō speaks to him,     for as long as he exists he’ll hear the whispers of the damned.     it was his curse to wield the weapon the very second he laid hands on it.     forever,     his life intertwined with what she considered a toy.     curiosity was his curse,      he hopes she’d learn wiser.     kanabō in hand,     he extends it outward toward her.     other hand wagging his finger.     A     WARNING:     NO     TOUCHING.     ❛     you touch this thing and it’ll slurp up your soul like a bendy straw.     ❜     he knows he appears aggressive,     after a moment of glaring he realizes.     he isn’t known for kindness,     but he wasn’t     NADINE     either.

❛     YEAH.     it be like that sometimes.     ❜

❝         maybe i    am,    maybe i’m      not.          ❞    tone  projected  from  his  lips  is      suggestive,      &        his  eyes,  the  very     mirror  to  his  core,  shows  a  side  of  him  that  is      indicative     of  wanting     one      thing.   he’d    never     admit  to  it,  though.  it  isn’t  his     nature     to  be     explicit.     if  the  demon  has  to  say  what  he      really     means,  one   could  say  the    intrigue    &     excitement    of  simple  conversation is     snuffed     out.       ❝     depends on what y’ got  for  me,        handsome…       ❞

❛     I GOT ALOT OF THINGS,     BABY.     ❜     desire     /     lust radiates from the one called oni.     their red devil aches for something lecherous.     feels his body     BURN     in the gaze of the other     /     his presence.     keeping direct eye contact,     he sits himself down:     legs spread purposely.     ❛     I’M PACKING.     ❜     corner of his lip turns upward,     a smirk.     he’s baiting him.     giving him two decisions:     eat or eat.     either or,     he doesn’t mind.     it’s all subtle.     hinting.     they’re teasing one another,     waiting for the other to crack.     and both are resilient.