#ophantasma

                         “...Throws me back to Tartarus.” He says onto himself, after looking at the handiwork left behind-- a clean hallway. Going back to Shadow clearing was the last thing he expected himself to do once after arriving in Tokyo, but after discovering Mementos by accident he figured some honing of skills could be done. Getting his load back off of keeping those monstrosities out of reach from the innocent population in the real world was just an added bonus.

        HE  speaks  nothing  but  truth ,  yet  anne  struggles  with  the  landing  of such  kind  words  on  her  conscious .  absentminded  fingers  toy  with  the  ends  of  a  pigtail  as  she  faces  the  enormity  of  replying  to  akira ;  she  cannot  simply  agree  --  he  has  seen  right  through  her . 

      INTUITION , he  calls  it. 

     AND  it  was  true ;  she ‘ d  been  through  hell  and  back  and  came  out  mostly  unscathed . that  in  itself  was  an  achievement , no  matter  how  hard  anne  tried  to  brush  it  off  as  simply  defending  her  best  ( AND  ONLY )  friend . 

   “Beginning to suspect we won’t be having any more members showing up today,” Charlie remarked, but for all the world it didn’t seem like he minded too much. It was just a waste of all the school’s fencing equipment, in his mind -- found buried beneath the endless supply of volleyball equipment. The club was a long shot -- Mr. Tunoku’s popularity was low (even in light of his confession, Mr. Kamoshida was still beloved by the Shujin populace), and the volleyball kids seemed kind of locked in to their cult. Still, he and Akira were both newcomers -- maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. 

                   HANDS grasp at the sheets that were laid neatly over the mattress, sitting upon it, the persona hung his head. unsure now of what to or where to go once he’d expressed his concerns to the fool. a hand slips behind his head, forcing arsene to rest it upon a beating chest    (   WARM….  )     eyes widening with confusion. parting lips to say his piece, arsene stops himself; eyes lowering while minds race. 

reaching his hand, he placed it upon the fools chest, quiet as he listened intently upon his heart’s beating drum. although mused with question to why the raven held onto him so tightly, arsene could only think it was because he had been riddled with concern —— something he had learned whilst partaking in sunday soap operas. one would take part in EMBRACE if one was overcome with emotion, or if one had been filled with worry — was that right? arsene was not so sure.

the longer they sat in silence, the greater the males anxiety grew.    ❛    — master,     ❜   his voice is so quiet, breaking as his whisper leaves smooth lips. the one thing arsene disliked about being human was all the emotions & connections that came along with the form. so OVERWHELMING & quick his thoughts became, he simply being able to no longer withstand it. fear constantly rising within himself —- he grew to hate it.

❛    i beg that–….. you don’t leave me behind.     ❜   a pause, teeth biting down upon his lip. golden opals hiding themselves away tightly, thankful that the raven could not see his face. another whisper, a crack in his voice..  ❛    —…. i don’t want to disappear…. i want to be real.     ❜

❛    why-—–     ❜    his hands now reach to wrap around the fool, grasping back tightly as he starts to weep. the sensation of tears rolled down his glass-like cheeks. a broken doll. nothing more then a tool, a puppet for the other to use — yet he felt so real, so ALIVE. a broken fate – a road that would one day end & arsene would vanish forever. a reality he wished would never come to fruition. but it was not up to him, for his master was the one who held arsene’s fate within his own hands….     ❛     –…. thank you.    ❜