temporary hiatus.

                  ⁕ “When I was younger we called it daddy issues.” She snickers a bit, a glimpse of the old Usagi peeking through for a moment, “So they will continue to dig themselves in further and further… because of daddy issues.” ⁕

                   ⁕ Her look is soft, almost affectionate where he’s polite -because he’s right and he is probably the only other being besides the Guardian Cosmos who does understand- and it says an awful lot about their differences, “That is one way to put it. Special. Destined…“ She smiles again, “I wonder, if they know who she’ll become or if Desmond just has a supreme dislike for me in any form. If I wasn’t aware of just how special we are, I’d be more concerned with their interference in her path.” ⁕

                    ⁕ She dips a shoulder in a shrug, “Observing. It is not my place to interfere… Though, I know the time is coming when I will visit my past self. It is strange… Watching your past play out when you’ve already lived it.” ⁕

                     ⁕ She laughs then, because she can’t deny that. It is intriguing, to say the least. And so very long. ”I suppose so, especially when they want attention. The tantrums can destroy eardrums. Or cities.” ⁕

his teeth felt like they were going to fall out, his gums ached as his fangs transformed into regular human teeth, no longer as sharp as they once were. his bones twisted and cracked within him as they lost that superior strength. muscles felt like they were expanding beyond possibility before deflating just as quick. his arms twitched, hands moving to feebly grip at the ground as though that would give sora some reprieve from the agony. but even that weak movement ached his whole body. hot tears fell from sora’s eyes still, giving him some comfort because at least it was some form of liquid against his skin.

abel observed sora with a detached demeanour, eyes cold as a void of darkness. he stepped forward, that noise echoing in the sheer quiet now that sora had stopped screaming some. little whimpers now. abel paid that no mind, felt the weight of a sword’s handle in his left hand. he waited, until sora twitched, and tried to sit up.

“sora.”

then when sora looked up at him, abel moved, and slashed that thick blade across the left side of sora’s face, leaving a jagged yet long scar along the left side of sora’s cheek, angled slightly, starting nearest the edge of sora’s lip before stopping just before sora’s cheekbone.

he screamed. how could he not? sheer agony exploded inside of his blood, his soul, his senses; unlike anything sora had ever experienced before. his skin, his flesh, his blood, it was boiling and freezing all at once…! he was gonna die! he was gonna die—!!! tears overwhelmed him as that demonic blood was pulled away from him, as his hair transformed into that black again, as his dog ears began to bleed as though forcefully being peeled off his head–

“stop… it….!”

sora froze, he froze in fear because the way this man moved, it was neither human nor demonic– what was he—!?

he gagged, feeling the man’s fist push into his gut with the force enough to rend mountains. then fingers were shoved into his gut, blood, it overwhelmed his senses, along with so much pain–

‘seal.’

what–

his eyes widened, pupils shrinking; wait, his pupils…. wait, what; what why was his strength leaving him!? sora moved, weakly, skin paling more and more as the seconds ticked by, palm slipping against the taller male’s arm, feebly trying to pull it out of his flesh,

“what…. are….. you doing….?”

“why, testing you, of course.”

a snarl rumbled across sora’s being at the way that abel moved. this bastard–!! “don’t mock me!” & with that, sora dashed forward, low to the ground, rushing with a speed that wouldn’t be traceable by the regular human eye.

“mock you? i would never.” abel tracked the half-demon with ease, but did not move to meet him. to intercept. no. abel stood there, and allowed young sora to come to him. a predictable clawed swipe, which abel shuffled back just a touch from.

then he moved, and slammed his fist into sora’s gut before the other could think to blink. sora was winded, but in that same instance, abel’s hand moved, loosened, and he pressed his palm into sora’s stomach. his fingers, they dug into sora’s flesh, tore through his clothes,

“seal.”

                      ⁕ ”Mmm… new memories can be amusing. My past is constantly in flux.” She still sounds amused, because she knows, she will always end up here, regardless. “Desmond is causing quite a stir again.” ⁕

his nostrils flared a bit as a scent, an energy, pricked at his senses. he sniffed more, then, sora grinned, “hey, you’re strong, huh? let’s fight!”

“who the fuck are you.”

                       ⁕ ”Evening…” Her smile is small but still nonetheless amused, “You seem to be enjoying yourself.” ⁕

                        ⁕ ”…” ⁕