Empty Room

Alternatively, send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blase to your muse's throat.

If there’s ever something you’re not feeling when we’re writing together anymore, or if there’s a ship we may have that you don’t wish to continue, please don’t be scared to let me know.

I promise I won’t be at all upset, and if anything, I’ll really appreciate the honesty.

I’ll gladly drop anything requested and things will be removed if the other person wants them to be.

No questions asked, no complaints, no hassle.

This isn’t aimed at anyone, I’m just putting this out there so people don’t feel pressured ♡

The same also applies to anything I’ve ever sent in too.

You’re under absolutely no obligation to answer anything I’ve sent and I’m not gonna go hounding anyone.

The fall from grace is a fate far too cruel for someone who only intended to grant peace upon others. It is a saddening sight, but not one which this presence is powerless to stop. Though the angel cannot see ‘God,’ It looks upon her and the karmic threads under the peril of breaking apart into something unrecognizable. Many fates could befall this soul, and she needed to be guided back onto the path that would return a semblance of peace to her.

“Hm.”

The voices fall silent for but a moment. This girl was far from frail, still acting valiantly despite the burden she carried, yet she walked a fine line ; her exhaustion evident in every gesture, or lack thereof. Every action must be weighed carefully here, to ensure her stability both in mind and soul.

“Impulsive, yes, that is indeed your nature. However, it does not dictate you should suffer. To allow others to shine while you live in the dark is not a sin to be punished, but an act of martyrdom. And so, what you call ‘feelings’ are open wounds upon your very soul, strangling it and leaving no room for your existence. Leaving them to fester would mean abandoning yourself.”

Just like before, the touch of ghostly fingers carefully thread through the ties to loosen their insistent pressure with care to not hurt further ; arranging them into a melodic sheet of happier memories for the restless other souls within, as the orchestra shifts into a calm tempo from their maestro beckoning rest for the weary. She would not put any unnecessary strain upon this girl until she was ready, after all.

“But for now, I believe it is wise for you to sleep. Do not fear, I shall be here with you. I will not abandon you.”

There is an unusual warmth which accompanies this—the encompassing pressure of the ocean as one submerges into its embrace, not to drown but be brought into the serenity of something which refuses to let go ; a calamity wishing to bring compassion.

Yeah, yeah she supposed that's what she was about at this point. It always was. That wasn't the intention when she first started, when she was still alive, but that's the kind of path she set herself on making the decisions that she did. Is that all what was going on, though? Sayaka still couldn't wrap her mind around all of it. She did it, sure--she made the conscious decision. But she didn't know what was happening because of it. She knew, but she didn't.

But it did feel like she was abandoning herself. She didn't like the thought. Once upon a time, maybe she would have liked that idea. When she was on the edge of despair, feeling like she had lost everything she stood for, maybe abandoning herself would have been a godsend. Maybe she still had those moments even now, when she was supposed to have learned better in her afterlife. When she was supposed to be stronger and better than she was before.

Her soul is still that of a human. She was still, a human, in some way. She had flaws.

Still, she didn't want to abandon herself. She didn't want anyone to abandon her. She didn't want to be left behind like that. She didn't want her memories to be forgotten in favor of someone else's. That was an entire lifetime that would just be lost to the void, wasn't it? The people that she cared for and the people that she knew...if their memories were lost, they might as well be lost as well.

It was horrifying. She didn't want that for them. She didn't want that for herself.

But she's thinking too hard again. She doesn't really know what's going on with the strange presence here with her, but she could feel a strain in her mind lessening slowly. Something in her, aware of some distant kind of manipulation, but powerless to really fight against the feeling of weariness that reminded her of just how tired she was, sitting here running herself ragged. She hears that voice again, coaxing her to sleep. Honestly, she didn't need to sleep normally. But she had to do it so much lately. It scared her a little bit. What if she didn't wake up again? What if she woke up, and a decade's gone by, like before? What if something else happens to her while she's not in control?

Her arms lay on her desk as her head lowers onto them, the energy she had to write that entry earlier gone. All of her energy gone, like always. She wavered somewhere between comforted by the influence exerted on her, and wary of the idea of letting go of her consciousness once again.

"...you won't?" She isn't sure why she's comforted by that idea. She isn't even sure what kind of company she's speaking to. But the words invite a pathetic sense of loneliness in her bones. She's scared of falling asleep so much, of doing it again, right now. But she needed to so badly...this company that felt so strange yet distantly familiar...she wanted them to mean that so much that she felt like a child, admitting it. "...I'd like to properly speak to you. Even...even if it's not after I wake up. But at least...I would like it if you stayed with me for a bit. Please..."

* tw for mentions of blood / drinking blood / death + murder .

Human. 

❝ that’s a lot of blood. ❞

❝ so you drink [human] blood ? ❞

❝ how long has it been since you fed ? ❞

❝ bite me. ❞

❝ you just bit me ! ❞

❝  i don’t believe in vampires. ❞

❝ i want to be your familiar. ❞ 

❝ can you turn in to a bat ? ❞

❝ you don’t have a reflection ! ❞

❝ so do you sleep in a coffin ? ❞

❝ you’re gonna need a bigger coffin. ❞

❝ so, how old are you really ? ❞

❝ your skin’s always so cold. ❞

❝ if you need to feed, you can bite me. ❞

❝ you can bite me, i trust you. ❞ 

❝ what does it taste like ? / what do i taste like ? ❞

❝ you’re [not] a monster. ❞

Vampire.

❝ drink this, you’ll feel better. ❞

❝ i’m [not] a monster. ❞

❝ i haven’t fed in awhile. ❞

❝ it’s dangerous for you to be here when i’m like this. ❞

❝ i want you to be my familiar. ❞

❝ forget what you think you know, vampires exist. ❞

❝ no, that’s a myth. ❞

❝ i’m not going to eat you. ❞

❝ you call it a myth, i call it a bad stereotype. ❞

❝ your taste so sweet / bitter / good / bad. ❞

❝ your blood smells so sweet / bitter / good / bad. ❞ 

❝ it’s been awhile since i tasted fresh blood. ❞

❝ you’re so warm. / i forgot how warm living is. ❞

❝ you have to invite me in. ❞

❝ i think i just killed someone. ❞

❝ honestly ? i’m terrified i’m going to have to spend eternity alone. ❞

Actions.   ( add a + to reverse the action ! )

[ BITE. ]  the sender bites receiver on the ( neck / wrist / thigh / bodypart ) to drink their blood.

[ TURN. ]  the sender turns the receiver into a vampire.

[ BLOODLUST ]  the sender has gone too long without feeding, base instincts taking over, the receiver finds them. 

[ COFFIN. ]  the sender stumbles upon the receiver sleeping in a coffin. 

[ STAKE. ]  after finding out the receiver is a vampire, the sender tries to stake them. 

[ MIRROR. ]  when passing a mirror, the receiver notices the sender does not have a reflection. 

[ OFFER. ]  after noticing the receiver hasn’t fed in a few days / weeks, the sender offers to let the receiver feed from them.

[ MESS. ]  the sender finds the receiver covered in blood that certainly isn’t their own.

"Huh, what do you do, then? Guess you must eat convenience store and fast food...

"Oh it's okay. Honestly, I used to have a bit of a poor diet, if you could even say I had one at all. Bad habits combined with not taking very good care of myself...honestly, anyone who would have heard about how I took care of myself back then would have the full right to say their piece about it." Kanade shrugged, grinning at the young woman.