#deathcried

yeah.   who   would   ever   want   to   ship   dottalone   /   pattore   ??   kinda   cringe   if   you   ask   me.

coughs.

anyway.   there   is   one   ship   i've   recently   started   fawning   over…..   can   u   guess….   it's   really   obvious   because   i   haven't   talked   abt   it   until   now.   it's   varkalone.       that's   right.   forbidden   romance.   i'm   all   about   that   guilty   pleasure.

𝐰𝐡𝐨   𝐝𝐨   𝐢   𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩   𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   ?     ⋆˚✰ ˖⭑    .ᐟ

--- ↪ prompt. ( questions. )

" ... i promised them closure. " lumina confesses with a somber tone, hands folded together. " ... those people i spoke to earlier. they're the parents of a victim that recently got possessed by a demon. their son ... a fifteen year old boy. it ... happened suddenly one night many moons ago, and he's been gone ever since. ... i offered i could help them. end the boy's suffering. by now ... that boy's mind is already long gone if he's been possessed for this long. " she sighs, tension building in her expression as she remembers the way the mother grieved with tears in her eyes, and the father hugged her tightly to console her through her weeping. ( she thought she'd be used to it by now ... but it never gets easier seeing the evidence of pain and suffering demons cause even now in this plane. )

" at the very least ... i can only promise them that i can find the demon that possessed him and kill it. to save him from being used ... and let him finally rest. i know perhaps you might find it ... silly, but if it's something i can do to even give them the smallest amount of closure and comfort, then i will do it for them. "

--- ↪ prompt. ( questions. )

" hm ? oh, i have ! well, kind of .... i - it was a small lunch, but i can make it through the day. " she says that, yet in a matter of seconds -- a small rumble left her stomach to indicate that she was still a bit hungry. the sound makes her a little flustered, cheeks blooming red as she rested her hand over her abdomen as if somehow it'll just ' cease ' her hunger. " uhm ... " she looks away from the other, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him. " i'll -- i'll just eat later ! " she's back to sweeping around the cafe, this time albeit a bit more ... fast - paced. purely because she was still embarrassed.

" is that pronounced as 'steel' or 'stel - lay' ? :/ " JIN - WOO NO

" how fascinating .... " casimir seems to ... encircle this particular guest with interest piqued in his tone of voice, cane tapping at his side as pale eyes take in the other's appearance. ( or rather ... this odd little ' energy ' wafting from him. ) it was strange, abnormal -- enticing. the body beneath the mold stirs with something unspoken, a desire to breach through the surface and wrap itself around the other to get a better taste of the strange energy plaguing this person's body. " you're ... human, correct ? and yet ... " he stops tapping his cane, stilling from his motion and finally securing himself in a spot right behind the guest with a small smile. " you feel like you don't belong in this world. "

sc. / @deathcried

he weeps in short stature. then again, depending on the heels, he could reach 6 ft or 6'1. but not today.

𝐚𝐫𝐞   𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭   𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠   ?    ⋆˚✰ ˖⭑     .ᐟ

“ ⎯wait! where are we going?⎯ ”

what are you up to, jin - woo? ♡ @deathcried / 𝘀𝗰.