#depravum

          ❝  yeah, yeah.  “

he’s blown  off the comment about the broken door he’s left behind him as he’s come in to greet her. it’ll get fixed on his way out, probably. desch wastes no time in closing the space, hurriedly shoving into her hands a neat little box. what’s inside? an easy guess, by the eager look he’s got in his eyes─nothing short of his own personal stash of confectionery goodies.

When the centipede wasn’t in the mood to beat up Scor and Odea, he often went off by himself to enjoy the beauty of nature.  Bathing in carnage was fun, but the sight of the lavender colored hydrangeas, dew-dropped pets was absolutely breath taking.  There was something about standing in the midst of the gentle rain, taking in the sight of the flowers that filled his soul with peace. 

It was something he’d not really admit to anyone other than his dear Ico.  Only she could understand his juxtaposed tastes in such things.  Perhaps he would pick a few blossoms and grace her with their beauty as well.  Such things were meant to be shared, after all.

Reaching out to cut the flower with his claws, he paused momentarily. 

It seemed that he was not the only one that was present.  He glanced over his shoulder to see someone walking his way.  She looked to be a witch of some kind. 

          “Wadanohara.”

     Sal had watched the other from afar, taking note of what she was doing before standing up and walking closer to her with long strides. What a good day to be with his beloved doll, and to see she didn’t seem too busy was a perfect chance to speak with her. It wasn’t like she had a choice anyways. Busy or not, Sal would find a way to fill his toxic words into that pretty little head of hers. 

          “How’s my beautiful little Wadanohara.”

Muse:

Wadanohara sense of direction has completely changed from what she once was. To her, pain is pleasure, destruction is joy, just as much as the usual is the same for her. She’ll be happy to dish out any of that to anyone who comes to the Red Sea, depending who it is, but cross her, and she won’t hesitate to ‘play’ with you. Even if Sal crossed her, she wouldn’t hesitate to have her way with him.

Mun:

even though there was no one that she was interested in at the moment, seeing as the last one seemed to have embraced death instead of being with her; she still thought that people who got in the way were a nuisance. it was only then that mayu noticed the girl in red, a frown slowly forming over her delicate features.

❝ what is this place? ❞ her inquiry was simple and she expected an answer, the traces of a frown still evident on her face.