#hitokilling

i wonder what time I’ll finally stop crying

The sun was going down though and so she should probably try to sleep. And so she slips into bed, turns off the light, and lies there for a long while in an attempt to fall asleep. Just as she's able to drift off, the sound of footsteps could be heard. She sits up, looking around until her eyes fall to the door of the balcony and the clear frame of a person trying to force their way in. With a little more force, they're able to yank the screen door open and in they go into her room. Kougyoku wastes no time moving from her bed and behind the door to her closet, peaking out.

"W-What do you want!? I have--" The wooden sword she'd been given is far from her reach, something she curses as she keeps half-hidden. "Just leave! Get out! Or I'll hurt you!"

real intimate

“Hmm~? What is someone so scrubby-looking doing in the middle of the shopping district? You’re scaring everyone away, see? Don’t tell me you’re looking for new clothes. Just give up, give up. It doesn’t suit you.” It’s not even an offense, really. Staining nice clothes with blood just isn’t worth it, you see. “Nevermind that. You’re free, aren’t you? ♡ Why don’t you keep BB-chan some company?” Not a choice, of course. Not when this little devil latches an arm around the Assassin’s own, and there’s no escaping. “I was just looking for someone to help me in a veee~ry important mission, fufu. Do you think you can do it?”

I feel like crap every single day

no

don’t pick on my kouhai

     A village of foxes, tucked away in the strange twists and turns of the Cotes Ward. Not the first place a princess of desolate frost may find herself, but aimless meandering had brought her here regardless of intention. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who found themselves whisked into the more spiritual areas...

     A lost item, she could tell due to its stark contrast to the scenery around, and a man with an unreadable expression under a shaggy curtain of hair. The instinctive familiarity of a Servant both alarmed and relaxed Anastasia. Those she could not classify as friends were instantly foe.

     “Pardon me.” -- That being said, perhaps he may better know a way out of here. Gripping the white dress-hat for an excuse to break the barrier of silence, Anastasia approaches with head held high.