#thread tbt

he had been hard at work trying to figure out lyrics to go with the melody he already had on the sheet music. humming to himself, zenitsu would be wondering how he even wanted this song to go. it was a bit faster pace, so maybe more upbeat of words?

the tapping of his pencil upon the table would be sounded as he started to lean back, stretching himself out just to get some blood flowing through him. his head started to tilt enough so that his neck cracked slightly, a sigh of relief would escape him because of the release of pressure having built up.

When he'd stopped by and heard Cloud was at the inn, Shivan hadn't hesitated for a second. He'd immediately headed out without bothering to clean off the makeup that was no doubt running with his tears. The inn owner hadn't stopped him at all, just pointed the way to Cloud's room. It wasn't the first time Shivan had shown up like this and sadly, wouldn't be the last.

His eyes widened however as Cloud stepped out instead of offering to let him in, putting a hand on the blondes arm. "No- please don't go and fight them." Shivan pleaded softly. "It was one of the Don's men, I just-... I was just getting off work. I'm fine, Cloud, really."

He wasn't, but he didn't want Cloud to get into any trouble for him. Fighting with clients was already bad enough, and Cloud got into more fights than he did. He didn't want to find out what would happen if he ended up trying to fight one of Corneo's lackeys instead of some rich client. There was no doubt in his mind it would be a worse outcome.

      Alma eyed the figure in the sentry station that kept them company for the moment. It takes them a while to weigh the options of whether or not they should explain what they really meant. That it wasn’t just the monsters around that, if anything, minded their own business, or that it wasn’t the cameras set up around the underground to spy on them.

      The feeling... It was almost omnipotent. Here and everywhere, without being here at all. They shiver. It’s a strong, invasive feeling that has followed them since they had walked out of the ruins.

this bit, though. the thick thin thin thick thin of dark ink - that’s new. that’s...            ( wide eyes, pupils pinpricked, the harsh catch in a familiar voice ) ...disturbing, considering prom’s behaviour.

“ ...i’m not sure what this means. ”  quiet as the hush of fingers sliding around that wrist, gentle.  “ i can imagine nothing that would turn me away from you, though. test this - ”  careful still as stark contrast is raised to one’s lips  “ - if you doubt. ”

they are not empty words.      there’s a kingdom to protect, but it’s far from all that’s dear to his heart.

            ❛                       What’s the best story you’ve ever heard? ❜

he hadn't felt the urge to run right away, he just figured that the stranger had been following him by pure circumstance, but he still had to ask since every turn he made the other had followed him. maybe it would just be coincidence and zenitsu could apologize and be on his merry way.

but the sheepish look the guy gave him, almost embarrassed that he had been found out. maybe he was a fan of his from the lounge? he's never seen the other before though--he was sure that he'd remember such a face.

but then he smiled. showing those teeth. what kind of person would do that to themselves? he's heard of modifying one's body..but to give himself such sharp looking teeth?

if only that was the end of it.

his...blood? he wanted to take his blood? the guy didn't look like he wanted to hurt him, he looked like a lost puppy begging for scraps if he had to be honest, but just what was going on here?

"you...can't be serious, right?" maybe it was a prank. he had just recently watched IT with his boyfriend, maybe he put one of his friends up to this? no, he was sure inosuke wouldn't do something like that to him, he wasn't the type.