are they good crepes, at least ?

ㅤ ㅤ Killua's visits were one of her favorites. Not just because he shared her sweet tooth, but because of his generous nature. His willingness to help was nothing short of endearing, it helped her to maintain her faith in humanity after so many years of loneliness. Sitting side by side on the floor, their conversations were lively, jumping from subject to subject and finding some laughter along the way, until they came up against the issue that brought them all into the alley in the first place. Of course they would ask that, it was the first step in any investigation, she was the only witness to that man's horrible crimes. Unable to give an adequate response, a mixture of shame and frustration overwhelmed her instantly. It was evident in the way her gaze ever so gentle dropped to Arnold lying beside her, his chin resting on her lap. A lazy caress behind his ears, not caring about the blood stains on the pink fabric — fading a few moments later because of their ghostly nature. Too bad he couldn't speak, since he managed to get a good look at the killer before his throat was cruelly ripped.

           Shifting lights, fading sun. World that slowly trailed into darkness taking with it the bustling of the day. Where streets ran cold with sunless glows and flickering lies. 

          These streets he knew. Knew the shops and the stalls. The children that would run up and down them during the day. But now was a different world, a world of his job where strangers were behind every corner. Where abilities like Flawless came in handy.

          Today was different though, lost in his own world heels clicking softly down the sidewalk. They should have been enough to alert others to his presence but it seemed one wasn’t. Knocking into his side as he turned the next corner.

there were few who dared to traverse the mafia’s territory. threat of death was enough to ward off most trespassers - usually. but standing in the midst of port side buildings, many containing a plethora of illegal goods and weaponry, akutagawa found himself standing before a stranger he’d never set eyes on.

rashomon curled around him, black tendrils sparking red in their own dangerous warning to this person who dared to step foot in port mafia controlled land.

@intransigente​ asked: ❛ I used to be, uh, a long time ago. I hurt a lot of people. ❜ (from killua)

            ↳ Angel sentence prompts

               ‘ You used to be WHAT ? ‘

「 ★ 」   ⋮     𝐀 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐀 .  ⋮  ━━   A sentence, left eerily unanswered before it was suddenly cut off with a MORBID truth. This person before them had harmed ‘ a lot ‘ of  people. Any normal child would have ran at the thought. Any normal child would have even followed the creed of STRANGER DANGER and fled. But rather, they stay … still CURIOUS about the other’s wrongdoings.