#cursed.arc

Oh I’m fine thanks so much for asking, Momo, I really appreciate it!! Must be so exhausting pretending to care about others all the time, so I’m honoured you would spare some energy for me!! :)

I...

I just meant I was... a clingy child... very... dependant... I have so many early memories of me clutching onto my mother’s dress and I really hate it... 

I would feel so lost without... ... someone.

... 

On some level, Tooru knew that sneaking out past curfew was not going to go well for her. She would end up in trouble, regretting it. She pulled her hood tighter over her head and kept walking, anyway. It was nice to feel in control of her own fate, for once.

It had been a long two weeks since she last felt like she was really in control of her body. She’d fought it at the beginning, willing herself to say or type things that weren’t cruel, but had just ended up exhausted, still stuck in her own mind. So she gave up, allowed whatever cruelties to come out of her mouth, her body, and instead disappeared within her own head, trying to ignore it. Trying to ignore the hurt looks on her friends’ and classmates’ faces. 

She shook herself out of her thoughts and pushed forward, focusing on the present. The sky was dark and cloudy, a cool breeze floating through the air on occasion. It was a nice night for a walk to clear your head. The shops were closed due to the late hours, aside from the occasional bar she passed. Perfect for not having to talk to people, perfect for not being mean.

It was as she was nearing an alley that she heard the sound of a voice. A voice in a dark alleyway is never good news, she knew from horror stories, from experience. But she didn’t know what her body would have her do if she tried to call for help or if it would even let her help. Without allowing herself time to think of better options, she rounded the corner.  "Who's there, is everything okay?"

@ua-mirio

"For once”... hah. Sounding a little accusatory there... It’s not my fault this is the power I was given.

Though, maybe I’m being a little sensitive.

Anyway, it’s annoying! Whoever said ‘imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” was obviously a plaigerizing hack who didn’t care to realize how irritating it feels to have something all your own that other people just grab at with their greedy little paws. It’s like you can’t have anything for yourself!!! What is there to even pride yourself on if it can’t be unique to you as an individual!!

... What a ridiculously phrased question, no offense. Do I ‘feel Quirkless’... Like it’s a mood one experiences.

What would you say such a thing feels like, hm? Do you have words to describe this sort of existence?

Because I for one can’t imagine what you’re possibly trying to say. I don’t feel absent in any way. I don’t feel lacking. I don’t look around at everyone around me who are able to use their abilities any which way they want and feel a certain way about any of it.