#malaeartes

"So. . , is this interview about my recent role or about the cosplays I do in my free time between my busy schedule?"

He asked, quite curious. He was used to getting questions about himself, his peculiar family, and his hobbies, but no one had asked about his cosplays and interests. Was this his chance?

“Haha, you two are really good friends!” Probably not the thing to say to someone who just compared the idea of matching bracelets to collaring a dog, but he knew that was just Shion’s type of affection. It was endearing, in a way.

Looking over at the things on display with a smile, he hummed in contemplation. “I don’t know. I already have everything I want. A shovel, a net, a bag…” he counted them off on his fingers, before his stomach growled, making him realize that he was, in fact, very hungry. “Ah, food! Do you want to eat something, Shi-tan? I saw a strange apple-thing on a stick earlier.”

Imaginando que no iba a molestarla, le abrazó por detrás; dejándole un pequeño beso en su mejilla cómo saludo. 

flesh, organs, muscles, FAT- each were a distinct & delicious flavor they CRAVED desperately. they thought of getting to pick them apart piece by piece, while blood continued to pool around their wounds and made a mess of everything- their mouth flooded with saliva.

being BOUND & sealed... speechless, powerless- It wasn’t just miserable. It was hell on Earth. worse. It had been three days since they last fed from a living being. perhaps more. time was a blurry thing they’d never fully grasped. how many times had the moon risen since? If they had to wait any longer, they were going to go mad. the sun was dipping low again. another night creeping in. soon the streets would fall quiet, the lights would dim, and if they were lucky, they'd find somewhere hidden to rest—or to feed.

...but where? every city, every town, even the countryside… it was all the same. different in appearance, but not in feeling. nowhere felt SAFE for someone like them. their bare feet scraped against the cracked pavement as they turned in that direction, dragging themselves forward. every step hurt. every breath felt heavier. they needed strength. maybe if they could just get a little food in them first, they could think clearly. move faster. hunt properly. it didn't matter what kind- just something EDIBLE-

then they saw it: outside of a church, a man stood ALONE. the yokai paused, battling their own apprehension. slowly, they stepped into the amber light.

" ..can you help me? I’m… hungry. ”

Oh. The other remembered that. He’d been wanting to take the other on that offer for a while now, but he couldn’t figure out how to bring it up for the life of him. At some point, he started hoping the other would bring it up on his own, obviously lazing around in front of him to let him know that he’s free.

“…Yeah,” he muttered, like he hadn’t been looking forward to that outing. “I’m free too.” Clearly, as he leaned back to sprawl on the couch. “I’ll wait here until you finish.”

“Oh! I remember ya! You’re that fella with the sick sis, yeah? I never thought you’d get ta teachin with that personality! You never knew what ta expect in this world, huh? Good for ya!”

The day they came to take her, Nara had thought she'd been ready. Not that she'd had any choice in the matter. The papers had been signed, the deal done. Dreams of a future where she could set her own course were dashed. Her life now belonged to the Ruler of Eblana. Supposedly that was a tremendous honor. Royalty marrying a merchant's daughter? It was a fairytale for most...

For Nara, it was a nightmare.

Now, bowing before him, a loathing burned deep behind her flat expression. The only life she'd known was servitude. At least with her father, she could secretly consider them equals. But Kaanam? "Your Majesty," icy, sapphire eyes look up from her bow, her figure draped in the finest her father could afford. It seemed ridiculous to her. Why go through the effort when she was already bound to this man?

"It's rather rude to swipe someone's prey, you know?" What happened to calling dibs in the quiet law among hunters! The nerve!