#etokami

THE BLOOD SMELLS SWEET, cinnamon in his nose and he swallows thickly –– thinking back to when he scarfed down the mangled remains of her kakuja. however, those carnal urges have no hold over him ( liar ), and he keeps his fingers from twitching as he sows up the laceration sloping up her arm. why? the skin is already starting to twine itself back together without his help and, in hindsight, it was a rather ridiculous idea to try and patch together the wound of a ghoul in the first place. so why? perhaps to keep his hands busy, as his mind mulls over the slew of information she’s so kindly bestowed upon him. he’s always fiddling with something, after all –– his glasses, his hair, a pen, or the pages of a book. to be idle is a quick and steadfast road to death, anyways. 

but no.  today wasn’t that day, and seidou couldn’t lie well today--today, seidou was being dragged down somewhere by eto.  and well, being dragged down into the depths of goblin town by what could have been a goblin in the shape of a girl from a bit of tolkien’s literature wasn’t seidou’s idea of a fun time.

"let me go!”  seidou grunted weakly, trying to tug eir wrist away, digging eir feet behind em in a last-ditch effort to try and get some freedom.  even if it wouldn’t last for long, seidou would take kanou’s lab over whatever eto wanted.  “stop it!  stop it, let me go!”

was it going to happen?  probably not; seidou wasn’t very strong, and seidou was afraid to use the powers that eir ghoul half gave em, and eto wasn’t one of the strongest ghouls in aogiri for no reason.

(eto wasn’t the leader of aogiri because she was weak.  seidou stood no chances, and ey knew that, even as ey began sobbing.)

“let me go!”