#illuxions

      Crimson orbs focus on the macabre mess laid out before her, CLAWS fingers stained red and a look of dullness brought about by boredom written across PRETTY face. A thumb is dragged along lower lip, smearing dark blood along bright pink of her flesh.

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Why was she asking? Some twisted demand personified by her given title. She shouldn’t answer ---- all senses were telling her to ignore the other. Even if she had fallen into her clutches...(again) she was stronger than before...Ah-- her mouth had begun to move shaky at first but falling into her demand.

“It’s always our first meeting. The start of a nightmare.” She uttered with a light trace of defiance. Because it was in all senses not a dream but a torment long and draining. In the end the Noah had gifted her scars that ran along her hands, an imperfection, ragged and painful. If she had anymore courage she would have thanked Road for it, with a full trace of sarcasm, but she was neither.

      Slender fingers ghost over dying petals of a magnolia, scattered petals strewn about around his seated figure in the field as golden irises linger on his beloved Road. Snowy lashes kiss his pale skin as lids flutter with a sudden joyous bounce from her, tiny frame trotting over to place a ring of flowers sewn together atop his head.

      “Mhm—”

      Irises like unfiltered sunlight gaze up at her as he plucks the nearest flower that isn’t falling apart, lifting his arm to place it among violet locks wordlessly. Even as a large smile spreads across her lips, he responds only with a slightly twitch of his own. Head cants to the side as fingers ghost along the umber skin of her arm, a slight reverie as to his remembrance of his old Noah form.

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      Gray hues are dark with irritation as he casts aside a limp body-- unknowing, and uncaring, if his victim had succumbed to a state of temporary or permanent sleep. ( It was the human’s fault for trying to stick his nose in a place it didn’t belong, after all. ) He can feel the presence of another Noah nearby, and his ears are quick to pick up the melodic voice of the one he held so dearly in the past. ( And even now. )

      “Do I?” 

Daisya sighed as he kicked a small rock down the quiet street. It was just one of those towns where everything closed early, it seemed. Not that it really mattered. There would be less people to see him walking with the friend who he’d been following around town.

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                                       ❛❛ Oh, hey. I had a night, I had a day. I did one million stupid things. I said one billion foolish things. I'm not okay. I got a baseball bat beside my bed, The fight I fought inside my head, The fight I fought behind my meds. I'm lonely, lost in pain. ❜❜

Mugen had become quickly acclimated to the strange looks she received from those around her. Compared to others she knew, the looks were quite same. Simply curiosity. But something was different this time. Someone’s eyes were sending a chill up her spine.

She ducked into an alley, hand on her sword and panic in her chest. She has never fought alone.