#mostsplendid

❝Looking at you like what?❞ Lashes bat innocently, the pastel greens beneath them evoking a matching sweetness that begged they have absolutely no idea what he means -- all playfully facetious, of course. Her chin rests in the slight divot of her palm, lips upturned in a warm smile when regarding him. He took everything so seriously, it often made her want to nudge the stick so firmly stuck in the mud. She’s basically obligated.

@mostsplendid​ asked: "You are monument to the mistakes of the gods before me. Merely looking upon you fills me with fury. How can you continue you live with yourself knowing you are one miserable mistake? The pain you have caused and the pain you have gone through are all because of them. You see, you never should have come to be in the first place."

      ░░░ ◦ ◦ ◦ ⽕ ! ░░░  An eerily long moment of silence follows his harsh words. Several heartstrings throbbed in agony which interrupted her breath, cutting it short and leaving her gasping miserably to refill emptied lungs. Her chest felt tight and uncomfortable. Her fingertips felt numb. All the while her eyebrows closed together and her teeth bared like some kind of feral dog being threatened with a fist, ready to retaliate. Aggression was the only way she knew how to act when something truly hurt so deep. 

❝ Shut up. Shut the hell up. What the fuck would YOU know?! ❞  She did not wish to be reminded of just how little her life meant, so invaluable that she had been tossed aside as an infant. It hurt. It hurt a lot. ❝ I never did anything wrong! I was only tryina survive! It ain’t my fault the world wanted me dead so bad. I did NOTHING wrong! ❞

But why did she have to explain herself? To justify her right to live? Didn’t she have just as much right as any of these foul humans? She knows of people who’ve done much worse things in their lifetimes, so where are their punishments?! Why won’t he punish the really bad people? Why is he torturing her?! 

@mostsplendid​ asked: Fuck you

❝I have a name, you could use it.❞ She immediately refutes without waiting for the question first. The sass is downplayed, however, when his inquiry is out in the open. She flashes him a look of utter bewilderment, astonished that he would even entertain such an idea. An idea suddenly surfaces: is this his way of trying to induce small talk? 

❝... I would keep up with medical school until I graduated. I’d go into the field professionally, and help as many people as I can. To put it plainly, I want to help people; more than just my friends.❞ She pauses, first thinking to leave the conversation at that, but her curiosity is spiking a little too high for her liking. No, she doesn’t need an answer, but getting one would help settle her conscience. 

@mostsplendid​ asked: Zamasu stumbled back, his eyes wide in fear. "W-what? How?!"

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