#desiccte

             Broken glass tongue with riot thoughts. Blood stained countertops  &.  kin blood on their fingernails. It’s only a dream, but it’s something. Something that wraps his fingers around the corner wall to drag himself upward. This bayonet in his heart. Smooth as righteous beliefs  &.  of ancient tombs long after their bodies die. Stumbling holding side as the pages of legacy soak into his clothes.     ❝ Mind fucking off. ❞   Sharp tone as the body struggles to pull itself together.  

            Of course Yuri had heard about the rumors about the villain Desiccate; she was even becoming a fan of her work and how easily she dealt with her victims. Yuri was impressed with the girl and had noticed the pattern to her target-selection, which for publicity reasons, the police were trying to keep quiet. What a shame; it’d be dramatic if their corruption was outed for the reasons of their deaths, and Yuri would have loved to watch that.

          Unfortunately for the two of them, Yuri had been approached by a higher up of one of those very corporations that suffered Desiccate’s wrath to find and kill the villain as the police had yet to make an arrest, and Yuri agreed. However, Yuri was far too interested to follow through, and had a different approach to the situation in mind; that approach being politely introducing herself and telling Desiccate everything.

“Are you always this charming?”

ive seen Some Things with toga and twice and im like ,,, isnt she a child ,,,,,,, isnt he a grown ass man ,,,, america Explain????

                 THE FEELING OF HER OWN QUIRK on her body is still a new sensation ; untested waters that she must become familiar with , as the small cuts on her right FOREARM come to a close . it’s never painful , but definitely short of COMFORTABLE --- especially knowing that her shield had shattered much like glass after a particularly ROUGH encounter with some kid from the academy ; some wannabe HERO who pulled their big boy pants up too HIGH . 

                 HAND DROPS at the sight of the other , heart all but does the same ; breath hitching in her throat , freezes at the sight of the OTHER . soft glow of blue surrounding her hand fading away into darkness . NO , no , no no , no NO . this wasn’t supposed to happen . blood rushes in ears , bangs pushed away in order to get a better look at the slumped figure on chair who seems more DEAD than alive (  and no , no , YOU CAN’T LOSE HER TOO . they say that the body goes into autopilot ,  is that why she falls to her KNEES like some saving grace , hands already working on healing the INJURY that bleeds too profusely from her HEAD? work faster , work better , BE BETTER , come on , ishikawa . this is all you’re GOOD at , so if you’re gonna do something , do it correctly . )

                 ❝   ... i told you ...  ❞ voice wavers , eyes are BLURRING but it doesn’t deter her , not now , she can’t stop NOW .  ❝   this ... is why ... i told you to wait for me before ... going out !   ❞ and the lecture bleeds sanguine of WORRY , never irritation , fear a thin line to walk on as hands shake . kurasaki going to be okay . she hopes . 

       "  ah  ----  u - uhm ... you  ----  "  the woman's intimidating appearance thoroughly frightened hoshi as she approached her , trembling digits grasping the item she'd seen slip from the strangers pocket . at that moment she wasn't on duty as an intern , simply in her ua uniform . she felt her words begin to slip away from her in her anxiety  (  useless  !!  if she can't even do a simple good deed how does she expect to talk to civilians while on duty  ?!  )  ,  &&  she quickly held out the item  ----  speaking in a near squeak .