#fortunefucked

          B̠̤̦̭RA̶̲͔͖͔T̤̻̰̻̤̜̠͠ ͉͉̗͕ ̳̯̫.̛̞͖̲̠͓ ̧͓ ͉W͢H͚̗͓̤A͠T̙͖̕ ̫̲̣ ̨A̛̠̯̠ ̱̲̖̼̙̤̠ ͓͖͚͎̭B̺͍̘̯̮͉͙͞R͔͚̲̘̗͙̪A̪̹͖̣̰̳T̜̘̖ͅ ̨̝͈̬͈ͅ ̞͍̬̭͔̺̬Y̦̜̪̙͕͕O̤͍̥U̹̳ ̭ ͔̝͈AR͏̱̫͎̙͇E҉̯̫̮̖̱ ̞̭͜ ͓͕͍͠—̨̪̲̟̟̩͙̮  !   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬  𝐧𝐨  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧  for  such  a  look  to  grace  softened  features  ,  something  so  irritable  and  red  that  her  hair  dulls  in  comparison  :  envy  .  or  is  it  𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚  ?  hands  fix  white   bow  to  make  it  nothing  short  of  PRISTINE  ,  green  eyes  deadset  on  𝐡𝐢𝐦  as  arms  fold  over  her  chest  .  VENOM  oozes  out  from  every  word  she  has      T̝A̞̖̫̝͍I̡̮̯̯Ṉ̡T̝͓͙̱͙̯E̼̖̻͎͟D̵ ̷͔̙͍͎̩͍ ͍,̴̱̦̙͔̮͉͚ ̶̰ ̡̯̪̩̥̫Ţ͔̪̞A͓̮Ì̼Ǹ̺̞T̴̞̭̭̱̦̮͔E͇͉͔D̬̘̮̺̪ͅ ̘̩̪ ̙̰̪̲B̸I̦̲ͅȚ̶̯͈C̢H͎̖̩͖̗̥͙ ҉̤͔̻̭͇ ͓͠—̙̣̮͇  ,  even  audible  behind   (  fools  gold  )  en  notes  that  float  in  her  voice  .

            ❛    —   what  do  you  want  ,  komaeda  ?    i  thought  you  were  still  had  some  ‘  ignoring  me  ‘  to  do   .  ❜

holiday gifts | @rebellebetrayed / @fortunefucked !!

                                      “Hey.” She says softly. It isn’t very often that she’s left                                       alone with the white-haired boy. If anything, she should be                                       unnerved by him. Still, perhaps it’s because of what she is.                                       She simply doesn’t fear him in the slightest. She’s pretty                                       sure he’s more dangerous to himself than others at this point.                                       Speaking of which... She can’t understand how he could be                                       so okay with dying. It made her sad to think about. Chiaki isn’t                                       a person like them, yet she does care about her friends. Even                                        this one that seemed to like to cause trouble for everyone. 

Getting his hands on something to eat had been his top priority. His stomach had been growling and, god, he needed something to eat. Going somewhere to actually buy food though? He didn’t have the money, nor knew how to deal with the whole exchange of it either. So, he relies on old methods, familiar things.

Rummaging through garbage isn’t a first, though he misses having something given to him. Food he knows that wasn’t just tossed away but unopened and fresh. Such a luxury that has left his grasp. It makes him wonder if he should just find a restaurant and search through their scraps instead.

An unusual laugh comes from the silver haired’s lips. Of course, he’s not the real one. No. The real one is busy trying to fix the world which leaves this one here, looking at the other with careful and watchful violets and a predator’s smile on his face.

Lights dim in the bar, the stage lights switching on to reveal the blond entertainer in attire akin to that of a female belly dancer. Veil in place to hide the lower half of his face, he started to sing. Slowly, arms sway, coaxing his body to begin to move as well. Slow, graceful movements accented soft singing- But that never lasted long when he felt those eyes on him.

“Gentle tide to raging waves~ Bring about the storm~”

Passion and energy was thrown behind his voice and movements, the loose fabric on his attire being flung around with his body. He was having fun again. Blue eyes shift towards the sea folk who’d come in earlier, the one who- Interested him. Right in front. Just like he promised.

Oh no! Feelings! What ever will he do? =P