#execurse

          THERE  IS  BITTERNESS.     she considers yukimura’s disappearing act not of a comedic performance,   but of a ticking mockery.     taunt jaw before the breath of grace,   &   eyes will provide a   kinder   lack of focus.     /     SLEEP  IS  A  LULLING  MELODY.     fingers will reach out from the shade in an effort to feel sunlight,   to dress her skin in something revitalized from lifeless,   loveless.     open the forgiveness in her chest for a graceless man that’s held so tightly to keep   her  own  ruthlessness   from consuming.     &   in that way,   even with the curve of a smile that drapes itself upon the flowers she’s hoarded within her,   she envies that blessings that the sun whispers to the earth     (     effortless,   tempted  raggedness.     ).     someone stops,   the trickle of a moment before she breathes.     she calls resolution to linger in the roof of her mouth.     ❝   the stand isn’t open today.     you can’t request a hired job.     come back to the stand in a day.   ❞     she pauses.     ❝   or better yet,   two.     or if you have business with yukimura or me,   i can talk.   ❞

MEME: THE PRINCESS SAVES HERSELF IN THIS ONE

WANT, HE HAD UTTERED, IF YOU WANT —   as if she could so simply compose a list of desires, a concept that continuously eluded her. there were actions,   impulses in the moment,   that were perhaps reflexive of unconscious desires, but it was impossible to communicate with mere words,   EVEN TO HERSELF.   this ambiguity was an odd deviation from her normally logic ridden disposition, but it was also   so utterly human. 

❛   hate? isn’t that more aligned with your character. you with your rage   &   destruction contrasting me with my composure   &   ...well destruction.   ❜   subtle mirth on tinted lips, though not meant to undermine the honesty of the situation.   ❛   hatred is passionate, encompassing, consuming —  the worst emotion I could regard you with would be apathy   &   disdain.   ❜   which was how she treated most, seeing no benefit in humoring the weak   &   the foolish. but he,   a repeated presence almost to the point of constancy,   refused to be dismissed so easily. 

though the exact implication of his statement was obscure, he had an amusing habit of avoiding   DIRECT ADMISSION,   instead uttering the converse of his thoughts.  ❛   I have stood against your blade  &  with it, both entertaining just the same. whether you hate me or the opposite, the difference seems trivial, as long as I can   ensnare your every thought.   all I really want   is for your teeth to never dull   &   your passion to never wane.   ❜

this is too pure for shinsuke