#scarletsrequiter

   His eyes lit up at the blonde, he felt hope build up inside of him, but - at a second glance - he questioned himself. This teen definitely looked like Kurapika, however, the cheerfulness, his overall glow was gone. This man seemed to be a shell of a person, only driven by one soul purpose. No, someone like this couldn’t be his Kurapika. Surely this was just a mere coincidence, just as it been in the past. He was simply mistaking the man for him, that’s all.

   Ah, it didn’t hurt any less though. Either way this would be a painful moment. One because he was wrong about this being Kurapika, all of that hope just blew away and two, because if it is Kurapika he was surely a different person. 

bonnie and clyde | accepting! @scarletsrequiter

     What the hell did he mean by done? When would she be finished with her mission? In a matter of hours. When would she be done with dinner? Probably in a few minutes. Or when she would stop loathing herself?

     She didn’t know. The answer to his question was vague even when she thought long and hard about it. She didn’t know. Could she? Was that... Possible? She still had yet to tell him so much... Would the news burden him? Probably; the incidents had stripped her of her sense of self for the longest time, and only now had she even marginally recovered. So what was the answer to his question?

     It depended on what he was asking.