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Send me “It’s okay,” for my muse to react to your muse wrapping their arms them and telling them this.

          Foolish child. She had forgotten how scary the voices of the night could be, how the world was not one she truly belonged to yet (too young too innocent). But the voices at dusk had told her to stay out longer even though common sense told her to head back to the apartment. A few more minutes, just a few more minutes.

          A few more minutes indeed and she finds her back kissing upon a rough brick wall, rib kissing her lungs as she tries to plaster herself as much as possible upon the wall. If only she could melt into it, be part of the dusty bricks. It would save her, save her from the ghoul before her. The ghoul who took her to be a human child straying out far too late in childish euphoria.

          This wasn’t how she planned to die. She doesn’t like this at all. No, but she can’t shriek her throat is too taut and she’s frozen. Again. Always useless when she needed to do something, body always not listening to her when she needed the most control. Why? Why was she like this. Disgust now’s not the time but disgust grips at her. Disgust at herself, at the man before her who’’s eyes turn into the familiar black and red, who’s kagune comes snaking out ready to destroy.

          Eyes close and she reflexively crouches down, not ready to face whatever’s coming but left with no choice but to embrace that there was no more hope. Or shouldn’t have been. But there is the sound of kagune meeting kagune and then there is the sound of a yell of pain that belongs to her attacker. Is that blood. But even more than the smell of crimson - is that the smell of her onii-chan?

“It’s okay.”

          Her eyes do not even have time to open before she is taken away from the wall and pulled into strong tough arms. Words of comforts enter through her ears, but she has no attention for them. They’re nice to hear, but more than that, why is he going so far for her? She broke the rules, she doesn’t deserve his attention right now. She’s horrible and even now all she can do is cry instead of protecting herself. Useless.

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Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache

He denies it, it comes of no surprise to the brunette that her precious onii-chan would not reveal it to her that there is torment in his mind when she sits beside him and questions if he’s fine - he always hides everything beyond a crooked smile but she has learnt to read the emotions in his eyes. Windows to the soul, but only if she looked carefully.

Today she sees red veins that would usually fade upon the sclera when he speaks and she’s seen the amount of time he grimaces when he goes through his daily task. And she’s seen him clutch his head when she’s hiding behind the door frame away from his sights. They were subtle movements but they were enough for her to know that the small pat upon her head and the I’m alright was just a method of reassuring her. She should not worry but the world was certainly looking down upon her if they expected her to go on smiling mirthfully. But the brunette could certainly be a little actress, conceal her worry and express it beyond a cheerful smile.

Doubtful that any human remedies may be helpful for the white haired ghoul, the only thing which settles upon her mind is the idea of a massage. So with  a dainty smile she hops over to the male and bounces upon the cushion of the seat a bit before slipping in the little crack between him and the cushion.