✂  Five dead. 

Five lower ranking members in their group, dead because they were seen talking to someone that their group suspected was dangerous. To avoid any information leaks. It was a shame, for those so low in the group. They were all pawns lining up to slaughter at the first misstep. 

It was a a chill night, a steady fog lay low to the ground in the city, the streets lit by the lamps and shop signs. It had rained earlier, puddles of water dotted the ground, reflecting the moonlight in the sky. Doctor Jizabel approached the alleyway, where he intended to confront this person who had caused five deaths in the group. 

He was sent to find out his motives, what he wanted. Was he a threat or not? They had been watching him since the first informant was killed. It could end bloody if things went wrong. Dressed in his doctors coat with a button up shirt underneath, slacks, shoes, glasses, blonde/gray hair tied as a low ponytail, he kept his stride, approaching the other dark figure in the alley. 

One hand in his pocket, fingertips grazing the handle of a scalpel.   “You there. What is your business?” He called out to him, standing firm, making sure he presented himself as unafraid. 

[ CARRIED ] sender notices receiver is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed.

She makes the most of their time together .

Irregular visits with little notice , chance encounters , and best of all , stretches where their paths intertwine long enough to travel together . Manon squeezes affection out of every second of every minute of every hour they share , like oil from citrus rinds . Perhaps the two of them are in cold enfleurage when they ’ re apart ; jasmine blossoms resting someplace cool , pomade accumulating scent like longing .

Like always when Dain stays for dinner , he lingers , invariably to slip away before she wakes the next morning . She put up a valiant fight , but midnight has long passed . Though her eyes can hardly keep open a sliver , and she can ’ t recall what she said a moment ago , she tries to keep the conversation going even as she drifts off . ( Unlike her waking self , it doesn ’ t occur to her to be nervous about the strain of carrying her . )

He has to ( gently ) pry her fingers loose from his shirt as he lays her down . The blanket is all the warmer for the one pulling it up to her chin , unbraiding her hair , massaging her scalp the way she does for him on the rare occasions he falls asleep before her . Then the hands , his presence , draw away .

Half - awake , half in a familiar dream , she reaches out .

“ No , ” fingers catch a starry hem , “ stay . ” In her right mind , Manon couldn ’ t bear being so … demanding . ( So needy . So selfish . ) But she isn ’ t in her right mind , and Dainsleif is leaving again .

🥊 - a starter where my muse pins yours whilst sparring. ( add + reverse for your muse to pin mine ) The conflictions of interest roused, as ever, the flicker of embers, erupting into raucous commandments. Matt wouldn’t listen, he never did; not when it came to these circumstances of theirs. his skin was a canvas of putrid purple bruising, lacerations that once wept red – now scabbing; he ... was never built for warfare, even his intelligence insufficient juxtaposed to the ingenious Mello and Near. slumped in the derelict make-shift couch, he can but laugh, no amusement dwells within the wavering tonality, rather, surrender. The only thing he could be used for – the only thing he could offer, was this piteous life of his. Even then – maybe that wasn’t enough. irate – the hands that grasp him are bound in leather, lithe and pale ; accentuated by the intermittent flicker of television static. Matt had always felt the resolve of Mello as something almost palpable and yet – he was trembling. Unceremoniously shoving him back into the crumpled leather, strands of blonde veil his expression ; the presumed trembling of his lips – the frantic fear in his eyes.

confrontation time / accepting

@enmoni​​ said: “ i don’t know if you think you’re being strong or protecting me,  but i don’t need you to keep painting on smiles when you’re clearly upset. ” // from mr river dragon spirit haku himself :)

RIGHT    THERE    AND    THEN,    figure    freezes    up    at    the    sudden    remark    from    behind    her.    back    immediately    straightened    as    palms    HALTED    from    wringing    out    the    dampened    wash    cloth.    so    he    noticed    it,    huh    ?    A    SIGH.    

it’ll    be    okay    ,    it’ll    be    okay,    it’ll    be    okay    – words    she    had    told    the    river    dragon    spirit    prior    to    his    FULL    CONSCIOUSNESS    STIRRING.    these    were    constantly    repeated    with    a    forced    small    smile    ,    of    course;    AN    ATTEMPT    to    make    him    believe    that    IT    WILL    BE    OKAY    (    or    was    it    more    for    HER    comfort    if    anything?    )    looks    like    she    played    herself.

the    moment    her    bearings    have    returned,    tiny    fingers    continued    to    twist    on    the    cloth,    discarding    the    remaining    liquid    left    in    it    before    turning    around    and    nearing    the    injured    apprentice    once    more.    in    all    honesty    though,    how    could    she    NOT    be    upset    when    he    was    hurting    and    bleeding    ALL    OVER    ?!    furthermore,    if    the    seal    that    he    got    wasn’t    returned    to    its    rightful    owner,    what    would    happen    to    him?    

there    was    no    doubt    about    how    she    desperately    WANTED    TO    CRY    HER    HEART    OUT    that    very    minute.    fear    definitely    gripped    the    entirety    of    her    soul    and    while    his    words    did    permit    her    to    be    upset    ;    to    weep    as    much    as    she    can    –    SEN    DECIDED    AGAINST    IT.        to    cry    to    her    heart’s    content?    that    was    exactly    what    her    former    self    would    have    done.    NOT    THIS    TIME    AROUND    THOUGH.        her    promise    to    him    was    FAR    STRONGER    than    that!    and    so    instead,    she    settled    for    a    saddened    smile    as    she    placed    the    cool    cloth    upon    his    forehead.