#wellfell

@wellfell liked for a starter from Mingji! (for her Yokai verse)

With each horror that he learned, the deep hatred for his family grew. The latest was the discovery of a cavern filled with women his brother had used for breeding purposes only. Disposing of the male offspring with the intention of breeding the perfect woman with enough power that his future heir would be unrivaled by any of their sibilings. Yet what had fully broken the small hope that there might be one spark of good in his family had been how the woman had begged for death rather than freedom.

Even now, his hands shook slightly as he stood by the side of a lake in the mortal realm. Traveling here rather than to the safety of his teacher's secluded home deep in the demon realm so as to throw off any trail he might leave in his wake. The lower half of his face still concealed by the butterfly mask he wore whenever he left the one place that had become a beacon of safety in his life.

Eyes closed his jaw flexed as the sight of countless women chained to the wall flashed before his eyes and then began to merge with his own memories. Body shivering as his breathing began to hitch, a full blown panic attack about to set in before he froze in place. Senses finally alerting him to the presence of another on the lakeshore.

Dark eyes snapping open, his gaze easily found her in the darkness of the night. Locking onto her pale form even as he remained utterly still, waiting to see what kind of demon she was. His teacher's words echoing through his mind. Not all in the world wish you harm. Wait to see what their true intentions are before you act.

“You tried to run,” he said softly, almost amused. “Which is rather foolish, considering you already know there isn’t a corner of this earth where I wouldn’t find you.” From anyone else, it might have sounded like devotion, a promise whispered between lovers. From him, it was a threat.

“You know I care far too much to just let you wander off,” he murmured, stepping closer. Maybe he should put a lovely little collar around her throat, something to remind her where she belongs, by his side. His voice dropped lower, almost tender. “Now tell me… where exactly did you think you were going?”

@wellfell / salty (but ferre isn't rn) af munday meme.

Niragi had left the 'Beach' to get away from all the noise and the people that were getting on his nerves that night. He walked through the empty streets aimlessly, his rifle leaning against his shoulder like always. After walking for a while, he found a large building, and he slipped inside and made his way to its inner yard. Once he was there, he decided to get some shooting practice. Yes, the militant had a natural talent for it, but he also wanted to get better at it. It could help in certain games to be good with a rifle, and it was simply good to know that he could get rid of people that tried to get rid of him.

He doesn't know if saying she's smarter than she let's on is doing her a disservice. Of course she's smarter. But he doesn't know if she's to blame if too many look away too quick, either incapable or unwilling to really see it.

In this particular context, he doesn't really know if it's her wits he should point out in the first place. He doesn't remember ever being surrounded by people he doesn't trust to figure things out quicker and more efficiently than he ever will. He's always been flanked or surpassed by people who simply get it better.

Of course she's smarter. And of course she's smarter than him.

But it's not as much a guarantee that she'd see.

She's the only one that points it out - you look like a ghost these days - any of it. Any aspect of it. Of him. He can only ignore it. Because if he acknowledged it, he'd have to come up with a response. And if he has to come up with a response, he has to lie.

He doesn't want to lie to her. He doesn't want any of this. If he did, he wouldn't be here. If he did, it wouldn't happen. And if he did, it'd happen quicker.

And yet here he is. A different kind of disservice. Asking her to run away with him when a dozen other things had coiled and died on the tip of his tongue, better things, suitable things. Was he supposed to do this? Or does something as small, and infinitely large as this, no longer matter enough to be calculated into anything at all?

He feels so small, the bigger he grows. And she's right there. She's next to him when it's best not to be. When others find it easier, guided by instincts perhaps, self-preservation, to slowly fade out of his perimeter as he is out of their lives entirely.

And he misses her already. With the knife stuck in his chest, in the middle of trying to carve her out, he misses her.

What could he offer her, if she'd said yes? What is there out there for someone stuck with him? She's already left everything easy and preordained behind to bleed on foreign soil.

But he would have begged her, anyway, yearned in the silence, in the spaces between the words of her answer, dragged her hand to his mouth to whisper it into her skin without ever touching her, please, please, please, please...

So he leans back without really sighing out. He leans into her space with his weight on his arm. There's no need to move the strand of hair she'd just moved herself, but he does it anyway with his other hand, breaches and trespasses and takes for himself for one last time.

"Aren't you tired?" he asks. He asks because if she answers he can come up with something else to say to stretch time further. To not leave quite let. To not leave alone? To leave without her.

@wellfell sent: [BANDAGE]

                   ˜”*°•.     Silence  lingered  for  a   moment  too  long  -  his  mind  still  occupied  with  all  that’d  happened .  He  didn’t  want  this .  He  didn’t  want  to  be  the  Dragon  Reborn,  he  didn’t  want  to  have  powers,  he  didn’t  want  to  be  special .  But  this  was  a  lie,  wasn’t  it ?  However  hard  he  tried  to  convince  himself  that  everything  was  a  nightmare,  he  secretly  enjoyed  it.  Rejoiced  in  the  power,  the  feeling  of  invincibility,  the  knowledge  that  he  could  do  more  than  everyone.  And  it  was  terrifying .  Just  how  violently  the  thoughts  collided  inside  his  head.  Maybe  even  more  painful  than  the  wound  that  Akina  was  currently  bandaging  up . 

His head was 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆. The last Karube remembered, he’d been scavenging for something that’d help with Chota’s busted leg. The next? A blunt force to the back of the head— sending black dots to scatter across his field of vision.. before his world was plunged into 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. By the time he’d started to come to, Karube had no recollection of the events that’d happened prior, nor did he have an inkling as to how much time had passed since he’d been knocked out cold. All he knew when is eyes eventually began to flutter open, was that he was still in this 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 place.. and that the face staring down at him certainly wasn’t a familiar one he recognised.

“Fuck..” A pained grunt escaped him as he brought a hand up to touch the sensitive area on the back of his head, body instinctively shuddering when fingers hesitantly skimmed over the wound found there. As expected, crimson stained each fingertip, the sight making Karube 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄. ‘I had to carry you for a while. It wasn’t pretty.’ The stranger’s voice had his eyes darting back up to meet hers— his 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐘 when spying her much smaller frame. She’d carried him? Did she really expect him to believe that?

“..Oh yeah? And how’d I know you’re not the one who did this to me in the first place?” For all he knew, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 could’ve been his attacker. People in this place were all sorts of 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 in the head— you couldn’t trust anyone. “And where’s my friend? Y’know, the guy with the shaggy hair I was with.” If his hazy memory served him correctly, he’d been with Arisu last. What if she’d hurt him too? Or even 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄.