This reeeeeally depends... Sona has actually interacted with some Zeds, and theyâve all got their quirks. It depends which one of them asked in that case, but sheâd certainly go out with one of them if he asked.
But letâs consider things in a more general sense. Weâd have to assume Sona didnât really know either of them; least of all GD. Zed, I would like to imagine, would be far more forthcoming about who he is and what heâs about. Why hide it?
... unless he was hiding it because he just wanted to go on a normal date like a normal person without the pressures of being the Master of Shadows and all. Aww... that breaks my heart a little bit.
But yeah. Sona might be curious about such a man if he presented himself well, but the dangerous vibes are definitely there.
Then you have this fucking guy, GD, disguising himself and suppressing his inner snake. If he was patient enough, charming enough, knew how to ask the right questions, itâs really not that hard to make Sona feel valued and cared about. Sheâs a naturally lonely person. If someoneâs willing to take the time to communicate with her and get to know her, itâs the easiest way to worm into her life.
Itâs the easiest way to severely hurt her.
At a base level I want to say both guys are capable of doing that if they really wanted to, honestly... so it ends up being a really tough choice. If Sona knew that Zed lead an order that kinda sorta probably kills people that get in their way, then... yeah... it might be dangerous to go on a date with a ninja and all. But if GD just presented himself as a normal, artistic, laid-back, inquisitive sort of dude, sheâd at least see how a date goes. Itâs nothing serious after all.
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"Zed." The voice comes at an angle, a slight rasp that is more spat than spoken. It is followed in close by a haphazard hum, a crack of his fingers, then a long, sickened laugh. Jhin is clutching at his side, the tips of his index and thumb hidden underneath the flaps of his red, bloodsoaked robes. He is strewn over, partway on his knees, beside a tree stump. Someone else is collapsed next to him. "Drawn by the scent of my injury... tsss. Come to watch Khada Jhin suffer his wounds, is it?"
   Thump. Thump. Thump.
   Zed can feel his heart thudding in his chest, hear a pounding in his ears.
   âIâm merely disappointed that I wasnât the source of this injury.â
   His voice is dry, devoid of emotion, but the thump-thump-thumping only grows louder. There is no wind to disturb the leaves, nothing to disturb the forestâs suffocating silence save for Jhinâs rasping gasps.
   Zed stares at Jhin for a long moment, watching him, not with concern, but with something akin to disinterest, though of course it isnât that, either. Finally, his gaze slides over to the person â only a corpse, now â collapsed next to Jhin. Likely a formidable opponent, though Zed cannot fathom who would be able to bring Jhin to such a state when he himself has been incapable of doing so.
   Thump. Thump. Thump.
   Something rises up in him, an emotion that Zed cannot place his finger on. There is a hint of jealousy, but there is something else, too.
   Happiness? Perhaps, but it feels too painful for that alone. Regret?
   âŚ
   As the blood begins to dry, Jhinâs robes grow more brown than red. That is quite a lot of blood, isnât it? Some of it has to be from the poor thing lying next to Jhin, butâ
   It would be difficult to survive such a wound, especially with such a large amount of blood lost, moreso when the victim was as thin as Jhin.Â
   âMourning. Mourning, tainted with envy and joy and regret.
   Zed feels as though he might suffocate on it.
   The air smells like blood and misery. He takes a step forwards, as close as he can be while remaining out of Jhinâs reach, then kneels, settling down with his legs crossed.
   âI will remain here as long as it takes to ensure that this ends.â
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surely, such insistence would be considered flattering to another man. to be fancied by someone so beautiful would be a delight-- though jhinâs initial response had been apathy, soon, he had been overrun by a strange sort of irritation within his chest. clawing at his ribs like some sort of beast attempting to pry its way out of him.Â
the last two went on ignored. Â
khada was inexperienced, not once had he been fancied by a man of pure intent. and certainly, this morbid display would never be considered pure.Â
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kayla. kayla. kayla kayla kayla kayla.
oops. thatâs six. oh well.
anyway. kayla. you know I love you, right? like, genuinely. itâs been ⌠I suppose a little bit over a year and a half at this point, maybe longer. whenâd you make your TF? a little before that. I mean, you know this, but itâs worth reiterating. 1.5 years might not be that long in the grand scheme of things, but, hey, thatâs nearly 10% of my life, which isnât exactly a small amount, either.
certainly enough for you to have had one hell of an impact on my life. thereâs been bad, but thereâs been so much more good than bad.Â
look this is gonna get even longer than most of these Iâm read-moring it
we talk a lot. hell, aside from days where I lose my ability to function like a human being, or something else happens, we kinda talk, well, every day. and you know what?
youâve made me smile every single one of those days. really. even on bad days, thereâs still been those moments of hilarity. thatâs not easy. thatâs not. to keep that up day after day for so long is impressive.Â
youâre so, so, so witty. genuinely. Iâve gotten in trouble for laughing in class more than once because of you. youâre creative, too. likeâ like, astoundingly creative. whether itâs a ridiculous or serious idea, you always find a way to make it work, to make it yours, to make it unique and distinct and good. you can talk about so many things for hours on end; you can make any idea compelling. you always know just what to say to add a dose of hilarity to any situation, and I know that if Iâm ever upset, I can come to you, be it for support or just to feel laughter.
youâre honest, too. itâs a damn good quality to have. youâre straight-up, and yeah, sure, it can result in feeling bad sometimes, but in the long run? itâs always better. thereâs no dancing around issues, thereâs getting through them and solving them.
really, if not for your honesty, I donât think this friendship would have lasted as long as it has. Iâm bad with solving interpersonal issues, I am. but you know? here we are, still friends, still damn good friends, and I am so, so, so happy thatâs true.Â
that honesty has helped me be a better person, too. itâs encouraged me to be more honest, to stop rolling over or hiding feelings, to stop things from becoming a problem before itâs even a possibility.
even aside from that, youâve helped me become a better person. you encourage me when I need it, youâve helped me be patient, youâve helped me learn about a lot of flaws that I have, and youâve helped me learn to fix them.Â
I genuinely donât think I would be half the person I am without you. hell, pretty sure half the reason I think Iâm mostly free of the whole depression thing is âcause of you. Iâm a more confident person because of you. Iâm a way, way better writer.Â
youâre good at listening, too. you â you take everything into account. like ⌠I dunno, if I mention somethingâs bothering me, you remember that. Iâve seen it happen multiple times, and I never know how to bring it up so I can properly say thank you, but, like, seriously, man. thank you. thatâs something that says so, so much about you.
youâre also a really strong human being. resilient. I donât know how youâve managed to make it through half the things you have, but Iâm so glad you are. gods, kayla, there arenât words for just how fucking much you mean to me. youâre here and that makes me so ecstatic and this might come off wrong but Iâm so proud of you for having made it through everything because man, you donât deserve any of it but you shoulder the burden and you press on with life anyway and thatâs inspiring and amazing and I am proud because youâve mentioned how hard it is but you do it anyway
have I mentioned the creative thing? like, to transition into how much I love your writing: youâre creative and determined and driven.Â
lemme elaborate. you mentioned earlier today, I think, maybe yesterday (I have no concept of time) that the reason a lot of your ideas work is because you deliver on them, and damn, dude, youâre right
a lot of your ideas sound fuckinâ ridiculous in a vacuum, but you always figure out a way to twist them and work with them until they become something absolutely spectacular. GD as he is is such an inspiring character. heâs sinister. heâs more than just a serial killer. itâs easy to fall into tired tropes with villains. it is. you donât. you make him unique, you make him your own. part of that is your creativity. your ideas are fantastic; they always bring something new to the table, but part of that is the determination/drive.
the amount of effort you put into bettering your writing is astounding. I love hearing you talk about how you were inspired by something you read, or how you wrote something to practise description, or how youâre cognisant of what you need to work on then immediately strive to do so. Iâve never seen anyone who actively tries so hard to improve, and damn, dude, it shows. for all that you drag past kayla, past kayla was already an amazing writer.
and look at you now. you get what Iâm saying, right? like â if thatâs how good you were then, and now youâre able to look down upon yourself like that â I mean, are there really words to describe how skilled of a writer you are now?
âcause I donât think so. your ability to create tension is unparalleled, your dialogue is fantastic, your narrative voice is so strong, every word you use absolutely exudes the character youâre channelingâ
idk man. Iâm literally inspired by your writing on a daily basis, okay. I love reading your work.
just.
fuck.
for all this, there really arenât words to explain just how lucky I am that I met you. youâre kind. genuine. open. honest. resilient. creative. skilled. driven. determined. witty. supportive. friendly. hilarious. amazing. stellar. fantastic.
I never could have imagined when I opened ekko that I would get to meet such an outstanding friend, nor that they would become this important to me.
I am so lucky that I did.
I love you. I really, really, really do. words canât convey it. they flat out canât. you mean the world to me, man, and Iâm so happy and lucky and every-word-ever that I get to talk to someone like you every day
I love you
I hope that our friendship lasts a long, long, long time, because my life has been made infinitely better with your presence in it, and I can only hope the same holds true for you
âĄď¸ + My dear, don't you ever doubt your control?
certainly, a good question to ask. as most were marred by... impulsiveness. indeed, it would be easy to get carried away in excitement--- in an almost perpetual state of hunger. but he felt no such thing, no such impulse to drive him forward. Â
such a lack of motivation could surely be bland. oh, but he was bland. from the dullness of his voice, to his state of disaffection.Â
  he could almost be called a doll, a marionette.
 to touch and feel nothing. to be hit, and feel nothing. he didnât feel the pain of living or the joy of being alive.
  â i do not, dear. i must ask you as well, why are you so curious?â
