#litost-leviathan

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Our characters are in a dating game and they are a love interest for each other. Send ❤ for our muse’s Good End. Send ✚ for our muse’s Bad End.

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Good end:

When he confesses that you're all he can think about, you don't quite know what you're feeling. Your heart twists inside its ribcage, but your mind is apt enough to encourage not to take it in...any silly ways. Of course he thinks about you. You've left enough scars and tormented him with your words enough for that to be natural-- and he's done the very same, so there's no need to think of anything else.

Oh, but he decides to go on, despite your silence. He tells you that he hates you, he truly does, but in a way that he can't imagine ever feeling as strongly for anyone else. He respects you, he feels everything one could ever feel for someone--

And he extends his hand. 'Will you allow me to join you in your crusade?' he asks, dead-serious, because he knows exactly what he's talking about. Because he's smart enough to get that he's giving his life-ling purposes away. 

For a moment, you are silent. You entertain the idea; you'd be lying if you said this was the first time you did so, and you imagine drowning the world by his side. You imagine everything you ever wanted, plus a partner-- someone finally on par with you, someone who could grow to finally get you, someone you could maybe not dispose of once you grow bored...

And you smile.

And you reach.

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Bad end:

You really, really should've seen this one coming.

Luck is always on his side, isn't it? Even when you're the better athlete, the overall better opponent, he seems to hit the right spots when provoked, when making use of a weapon he simply picked out of his kitchen cabinet.

It's all infuriating, but you somehow find the force to smirk at it all. It's so ironic, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

He looms over you, looking as exhausted as you feel. All your decisions have brought you here, lying face-up at his feet, and he closes the distance, placing pale hands around your neck. Pressing.

'It had to be this way,' He tells you. 'For everything's sake-- for hope...'

Yet...his resolve seems just as tired as he looks. It's more like he's trying to convince himself that what he's doing is right.

You are chocking. What was once your voice and breathing are now a collection of illegible sounds, trying to tell him the usual. How stupid he is. How naive. 

Of course this is right.

By the time your vision is growing blurry, you think he's still speaking. Are those his lips, moving along the lines of--?

[ごめんなさい]

...Ah.

url: don’t get it | not bad | nice | good job | love it omg | who did you kill

theme: not my type | ehh | decent | I like it | pretty amazing | I’m stealing it

icon: don’t get it | not bad | nice | pretty | flawless omg | brb killing myself

posts: not my type | not bad | nice job | love | perfection | give me your password

roleplay: ehh | it’s p nice | well blow me down | love | gimme your brain | please write with me

♤:Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

depends on who got the upper hand at picking! if ko chose, anything luck-related. maybe even gambling.

if asa did, anything relatively sportsy, like tag--

☂: Kiss in the Rain

They're stuck indoors, with the sky falling apart with the heaviest rain that's appeared in a while. They're forced to talk because they're far from strangers, and they're forced to do it seriously because they're far from friends.

When he questions her about her motives, she answers calmly. When he asks about her past, her plans, she shrugs and speaks casually. It's when he asks about her mercy that she goes uncharacteristically quiet, and it is when he presses on and on. Flustered, angry, or completely done with him--he can't quite tell her expressions, she storms away from the shelter to head... home? wherever she goes back to.

What neither of them actually expects is for him to follow closely behind, getting completely soaked to catch her wrist, to demand why she does what she does, why she lets him live when he could've taken him time and time again.

The first thing he gets when they come to a halt is her exasperated expression. Maybe she's confused as well, angry at herself for reasons she may not know. The next, she's slapping his hand away from her, only to grab hold of his collar and yank him down, to her level, lips pressing to his after hissing out a pained I don't know.

Send Me A ☁ And I’ll Write A Scene From My Character’s Past.

Celadon eyes gleam with limitless excitement, round and large among a young face, as the door the child has pressed both small palms to swings open with a cheery ting-ting. The boy is left completely unaware that his father had leaned over to lend some assistance with easing open the heavy slab and instead practically dashes into the pet store in a flurry of bowed knees and knobby elbows. Wow.

A nearby clerk casts an amused smile, hidden beneath one cupped palm, at the small boy with haphazard chestnut locks who barrels his way into the fluorescent lit space followed behind by an exasperated looking couple who call fruitlessly to their son. He is on a warpath down the isles, plunging ahead valiantly no matter what toy crates and empty cages, twists and turns attempt to bar his path. Yes sir he is a child on a mission and marches ahead all shining eyes and blooming grin that appears once he stops, bouncing joyously in place, at his destination.

Hajime… Comes the faintly chiding call from behind where said boy is leaning up on tip toes to peer through glass walls and he turns his head to blink owlishly up towards his parents. Oh what sort of irritation can stand up to that face? An impossible feat, and the gap toothed smile that ensues could melt the iciest husk of hearts with just a glance.

Pointing, jabbing forefinger up against the glass his other palm remained pressed up against the message is clear. This one, this one!! 

Now what could be inside? Arms wrapping around the boy’s waist to hoist him upwards and allow him to peer over the edge of the tank like container the view is considerably better. Gazing down… a mound of what looks to be silvery cotton balls shifts and upturns dark, mirror like eyes set above a delicately twitching nose. A rabbit.

The boy only needs chatter on in a seemingly endless stream with quite a few more pointing, hand flailing gestures involved and ‘yes yes alright we know, Hajime,’ before the picture wobbles into ripples and a child with chaotic, brunette hair carefully strokes fingers, awed, over the rabbit that stares up at him with wide, round eyes.

♟ = Jealous.

Surprisingly just as you would any other person. The only tough part is getting Hinata to care but once he's attached to something or other he can get pretty touchy about someone else moving in on it/them. Usually a 'them' rather than an 'it', just give him a reason to worry and recapture their attention.

♛ = Confident.

Y'know I'm gonna come right out with a general statement that Hinata might seem the immovable Mr. Aloof but nah man. Praise especially. He is veeery unused to being complimented on what he does well so it'll have a big affect on him.

♭ = Self-conscious.