#xpochi

Guess one of my top ten characters for a hug and a promo :)

1. Danny Fenton/Phantom - xp-o-chi

2. Shugo Chara! character-

3. Kingdom Hearts character-

4. Togainu no Chi character-

5. The World Ends With You character-

6. Dramatical Murder character-

7. Code Lyoko character-

8. Danny Phantom character-

9. Aoba Seragaki - xp-o-chi

10. Gravitation character-

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mxltifaceted

bottomlessevil

lonely-nase

frosxed

Have come to play!

SEND ME A ✿ AND MY MUSE WILL REACT TO YOUR MUSE PUTTING A FLOWER IN THEIR HAIR

The feeling of a hand in his hair, even if he hadn’t expected it, had the boy leaning into the touch, brief as it may have been. When the hand was withdrawn, and he was no longer distracted from the familiar weight of a flower tucked in the honey-coloured strands, he smiled and reached up, delicately feeling a petal with a bony finger. 

"That’s so sweet, Kau. Thank you. <3" The child cooed, pleased and touched by the simple act. He turned then, and leaned up to press cool lips against Kau’s cheek. 

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sanctaesit

xp-o-chi

The door was a rotating one, and he shoved it with his free shoulder. His arms were wrapped protectively around the body slung in a fireman carry over his other shoulder as he stumbled across the linoleum. His breathing was labored, already pale face sickly white under the lights. "Help!" He croaked. "She's lost a lot of blood!"

And the next few minutes were a blur as the people flurried into action. Florescent lights were unforgiving to his eyes; the overwhelming stench of sickness and death could not escape his supernatural nose, even with the chemicals for sterilization, and he nearly gagged.- "Status?" "Already in shock-" "26 year old female-" "Wound to neck and wrists-" "Some oxygen-" "Running to ER-" There was mechanical humming and beeping and monitors and voices and more lights and smells and-  "Is any of that your blood?" "Wha- N-no, I just found her and," Sora stepped back, "I'm fine." "So you can't identify her?" "No, I really can't-" "We've already called 911, you can wait out here to give your statement."

Just one big blur not making any sense. He almost heaved. "I have to go!"

"Wait, where are you going? We need you-"

But the boy in the black jacket with the innocent woman's blood was already gone.

-

In the junkyard, he was safe. Away from the stench and noise of the hospital. Away from sleeping folks in the middle of a good city. The odor of rust, old rubber and oil was a welcome change. But it was not silent, for he could not get away from the demons that plagued him. Metal pipe in hand, he smashed the metal frame enough to dent it. Echo of metal, the creak of ancient engines rattling in the framework rang in his ears. With a shout he stomped the bumper hard enough to peel it from the brittle frame. Once it was completely off, he let himself collapse. He looked at the damage to the car with a sort of morbid curiosity. The distorted doors and torn frame was a hell of an indicator. He took a look at the pipe in his hand. Bent at an angle. The metal was compressed from his grip.

With power like this, she never stood a chance against him.

Eyes down he tossed the pipe, before flopping back onto the floor. On his rear, he pounded at the dirt halfheartedly, raising it to shake it one last time before it dropped.