#hiravth

"I'm sorry to hear that," Karin says, and she means it because she knows the feeling. Knows what it's like to be killed by someone's absence. Toushirou killed pieces of her every time his vacations ended. She didn't die for him, but with him every time he disappeared into a portal and stole her dreams with him.

      Craig heard about the fight through the grapevine and was not there to witness it first-hand.  He was crammed into the back corner of the library, studying—or what passes as studying for him, rereading over the same information until his eyes burn, trying to glean anything new from it.  It has become more of an exercise in avoiding other people than in improved academics, though his grades have seen a slight uptick as well.

      He noticed the bell was fixing to ring and got started to his next class when Bebe approached him with her lips downturned in that perfect little pout of hers.  He hates Bebe’s guts and was about to tell her to get the fuck away from him, but she cut him off with Red’s name.

      That doesn’t get her off the hook for anything, though—Craig knows she’s inside right now churning the rumor mill with Wendy.  Small town, people talk, it’s what they do.  He’s been dodging questions about Tweek for a couple years now, and while he knows Tweek’s parents pulling him out of school is a bad thing, he can’t help but be mostly glad for it.  Things would be a lot worse if the guy was here, and people saw them in the same room every day.

      The acrid smell of vomit hit him, even over the trash, the moment he stepped out the school’s back door.  Red’s probably dribbling whatever is still stuck in her teeth on his shirt right now, but he doesn’t say anything or try to move her.  The last thing she needs is to feel disgusting, even if it’s only an implication.

Something is intoxicating about her captain. She could fall into his smile, into the orange glow cast over his darling flesh, were it not for those eyes.

She loves him, but those eyes pull her skin from her meat with the bugs crawling under it.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you wait," she murmurs airily. "Ise and I were talking and lost track of time. You were sleeping when I came back. I didn't want to wake you...."

Blitzo isn't a big fan of pornography. Not that he dislikes it, it's more a matter of him preferring the real deal. But he knows his stars. Their adverts are everywhere in certain rings, and for whatever reason, the news is fascinated by them. It's part of the reason Blitzo only watches it when he's getting coffee. Blitzo only approaches the stars to, like, ask for smokes.

At the same time, Angel Dust has a really cool gun.

Momo's fingers curl in Izuru's sleeves. "You do everything." He's all she has left these days, relics of ancient kindnesses. They're in the dark circles under his eyes for safekeeping, and when she searches the brown pools suspended in him, she finds where she left her kindness, adoration, and innocence. Left it in him and borrows it like library books when he accompanies her.

Not a day goes by Momo doesn't wish she fell in love with him instead. How different would their lives have gone if Izuru was her husband instead of Sousuke? Would they have survived? Would they have enough pieces between them to match the sum of a person?

"But if you break all of their fingers, what will be left for me? I can't break their toes, I would look as though I have a foot fetish. And all other serious injuries could get be reported."

"If you really want to be helpful, then tell me the names of the people who insult me behind my back and I'll make them pay myself.

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Clumps of fleshy gore drooled off the tips of the lieutenant’s sharp fingertips as she looked on at the fading silhouettes of their fleeing comrades.

While it was thoughtful of their subordinates to check in, neither Shinigami had asked. Jewel, in all her grace, had ripped a chunk out of the body and chucked it at them while shouting her displeasure.

The massive hollow Chiari had ultimately slain began to fade beneath them.

“Che—” Jewel swiped her bloody thumb across her tongue. “—ha, they act like they ain’t seen carnage a’fore! I think you did a fantastic job.”