#pariahbound

some old meme thing goodbye this is so late

     “...Are you serious, Kougami-san?”

     It was cold. The wind bit at her skin through her shirt--it fingered her skin, chilling the surface gently, caressing around her curves. Her hands had fallen numb & felt motionless. She held onto his shirt reluctantly; it was cliche. “We should wait for reinforcements.”

     Akane had always been easy to read--from her eyes, to her facial movements, to the way her muscles contracted, to the shaking voice that grew stronger the more she set her eyes onto something. She was screaming, don’t go, I’ll take you back, let me do it for you. “...Nostalgic, isn’t it, Kougami-san?” she then commented, smiling a little bit. It was cold. Blistered feet were pounding; her calves were burning; that feeling in your gut after you sprint at full speed, trying to catch up--that kind of feeling. Mundane thoughts flooded her head as tears started to flood the corners of her eyes. Ah. What a pointless life she’d lived up until now--what a pointless lie she’d been trying to protect. There was no way that someone like him could understand.

       After all, he was the one who ran from it.       No bitter feelings. She felt sick.       I’ll go. I won’t fail. I’ll do it this time.

     Mm. Nails etched against the cheap cloth, stretching it & disfiguring the color. His blood coated her fingertips, although she didn’t mind. Akane looked at his disfigured, sucker-punched, sour-colored face. His eyes. The scratch next to his lips, the bruise on his cheek, his long eyelashes. And she burned that image into her memory--at least, as much as she could before he could catch onto her irrational behavior. She’d always been entranced by his visage. Since the first day she looked at him, she had been curious. He had this kind of charisma that she couldn’t describe--it was something she liked. It was something she’d never experienced before.

     It was hard to say if that feeling were gone or not. She wasn’t thinking very straight. “Kougami-san.”

     The balloon fell nicely into her arms. She held it for a while before letting it fall onto the floor. “Really? I think it’s fun. Decorating.” She was certain that he meant the holiday itself--but she’d disagree in that as well. Valentine’s Day was the day where young girls muster the courage to confess to their high school loves--it was the day for herbivore boys to give something to the girl he’d fallen in love with! At least, that’s what Yuki had forcefully etched into Akane’s mind since childhood. She’d always looked forward to Valentines Day--every year was a new boy she’d confess to, and it was incredibly fun to let loose & act like a girl who was born frivolous and sweet.

     It was also funny to watch as boys chased her around in order to give her some chocolate--she’d always been strangely popular in school. Of course, the lustre of it became cloudier as she aged, but the spirit was still there. “It really perks up the office’s mood, doesn’t it?”

     She turned, squeaking in surprise, to catch the card in a fumble of movements, the piece of paper jumping between her palms several times before stopping. She’d never been that good at catching things. The glittery mess spread all over her fingers; she had a very loving touch. “T-Thank you, Kougami-san. I’d never expect you to do something like this,” she said, smiling warmly in reply. It was, after all, a frivolous holiday--one where all of the girls in the country, her included, got none a wink of sleep as she stayed up making chocolates.

     “Don’t give me that ‘yeah’ so casually. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t put on a jacket and eat.”

☠ - angry/violent headcanon 

ICE BREAKERS : Accepting!

  ❛   you can hate upon me as much as you want, but bring my mixtapes into it & i go from 0 to 100 real fast.    ❜