#unknown v.

thump. it was the first time dōma had noticed his heartbeat — was it always this loud? this fast? this paralysing?

he almost felt dizzy, with the sight that laid before him. blood — the scent of blood was always a positive thing, since becoming a demon. it meant fresh kill, it meant food, it meant revelry and delight and wonderful things.

and yet, he’d never considered that she would be amidst the next hunt. left to fight as prey, with no horns to shank, nor hooves to flee, nor voice to squeal. dōma was left with his world utterly shattered.

like a child, he immediately cried out with no mother to soothe him. running forward, arms ahead of him — he crashed into her and they toppled down together. she was so bloody. her wounds were struggling to knit back together. she wasn’t meant to be like this — she was strong! she was powerful! 

dōma had never seen someone he cared for become so hurt. it was always mother, or father, or someone from the cult.

never her.

he was bawling, tears flowing and crying out like she’d already died before him. he was scared.

he was so scared.

“don’t die!” he manages to splutter out, “i’ll do anything! i’ll do whatever you want!”

he did not call to her. he called to the gods, for the first time in his life. in pure desperation, in pure panic.

    If there was a perfect moment to confront someone about your own existence, Megumi believed this was it. After days loitering around the Death Game grounds, it was nearly a miracle that someone had noticed her, and that person was finally on his own. 

Soulburner pats Blue Girl on the shoulder, and moves forward to press a kiss to her cheek, short and sweet. He’s grinning excitedly as he leans back.

“That was a good duel ! Good work, Blue Girl !”

    The last thing Blue girl was expecting was a peck on the cheek – a manful pat on the shoulder or maybe another hug, but not an actual kiss. Stunned like a deer in the headlights, all that came out of her mouth was a shaky stutter.

“You’ve only come to that conclusion because you’re human and you’re incapable of accurately thinking of the situation from a more logical stand point like myself.” He boasted, secretly questioning the purpose School was meant to serve to humans when they seemed dense no matter what. He almost felt sorry for them as a species in that regard.

    ❝Okaaay . . .❞ taking another look at the youngin, it didn’t seem obvious to Jamie that the person he spoke to was of not human origin. Or maybe just someone who though alienating themselves from other people via weird methods made them quirky.     ❝Do you have a better explanation why everything went to shit?❞

two surprises for the price of one: in tapping his dress shoe on the floor, toe to ball to heel as he sits, and humming a cheerful tune from 1953′s i love melvin, lesley reveals not only that he has a heart but a fine sense of rhythm.

         ‘ --- hey. hey. you’re not gonna eat that. don’t eat that. ’

stephen hears her before he sees her, which he’s certain serves as some type of advantage. he can do mental prep. he can freak out!

it’s been a while, he thinks, and his brain supplies the soundtrack.

         ‘ kim? ’

         ‘ do i smell of smoke? ’ he does! there’s nothing he can do about it, this far from home, so chris has chosen the wrong time to get self-conscious. ‘ i don’t feel right doing this when i smell of smoke. ’