Walpurgis

“Well… Kind of-” Hector admitted, looking off to the side. The french winters were cold enough to bring a man to his knees- though it wasn’t the cold that was bothering the Hunter. Looking out across the field, his eyes seemed misty with far-off dreams of an ancient kind, ones he had thought he had laid to rest.

“I suppose not every one of my jokes can be perfect… But you have to admit, I’ve made you laugh once or twice.”

                “   no, you haven’t. “

   bitter lies leave her, arms folded over one another-----as well did her legs. the winters did not hurt her, she didn’t flinch at the battering snow---OH NO, she had lost all sense of hurt long ago. ( that’s what soul gems were for, of course ! )

                  “    you’re delusional after all. I don’t laugh.  “

fingers dance over top of her drink’s edge---it far too cold to drink. the rim was chilling to touch, her skin--untouched by the sun--almost matched the hue.

“   You have a weird look about you today. It’s unlike you, is all. “ 

a soft breeze leaves the elder’s lungs-----her own outfit appears upon her lithe body. NOTHING SHIMMERED for longer than necessary, NOTHING SHONE longer than it needed--! she didn’t flash her entrance, there was no need.  

     "  step aside, you’re going to DIE if you continue fighting this witch. “

         “   that one wasn’t even a joke-   “

speech lacked irritation, for once, confusion dotted her vocals. snake like eyes soon laid upon the other--( who’s attire she learnt not to question ). chin found its place in her palm, eyebrow raised.

      aliens. hes saying hes an alien. that he comes from somewhere called ‘homeworld’. great. amazing.

          how does she get stuck with the crazy ones ??

    “   & allow me to guess, you also have a great leader that’s 10x taller than everyone, & who’s all powerful. “

SARCASM littered her tongue, red lens look unimpressed. 

It was hard to swallow her words, especially when he so fiercely believed now that he could make a difference, that if he tried hard enough he could sway the will of fate. But he saw reason in what she said, and he believed in her words. She was unclouded by emotion, and no doubt had seen many more fates than he could even comprehend.

He had already lost Momo once, something that he had had to execute with his own hand. Her dying pleas had been not to let her turn into a witch, and he could only now imagine how many girls had had to beg the people they trusted most to not let them become awful beasts…

“Then… How… How do I become stronger? What should I do if I want to survive and… P-protect Momo…” He grew quiet, suddenly wondering if it was even a possibility. He had tasted death, and the grim reaper had passed him by, unwilling to claim his soul. He cherished the peach and all she loved, but if he needed to fly in the face of what she believed in to protect her.

“… I will do anything to become worthy of protecting her. How should I change my life, Wally-Sama?”

            eyes averted down, a solemn look about her. the silence she bared, in order to protect, was .  .  . terrifying. she held anxieties in her palm, & could dismiss them at a glance. in her silence, she stared at the ground---mindlessly.

      oh how he reminded her of herself----OF BACK THEN. history was written for her, hands clasped together in a promise. when she asked the strongest, how to become more like her.

                    look where that got you, walpurgisnacht. 

   “     strength is found in many ways. first you must understand that you CANNOT let emotions get the best of you---the moment you do, you’ve doomed yourself. save them, for when they matter. Secondly----don’t treat fighting as a game. don’t think it’ll win you love, happiness, or that you’re saving lives. you’re not, you’re killing fellow magis, & while you may be saving civillians, it doesnt matter in the end. time will tell. “

       she turns, A TOWER ! A fierce fighter ! the years worn showed only in her eyes-----ONLY in what she held behind blood soaked optics.  NO, DONT CHANGE THE SUBJECT !

“      talk less, don’t let anyone know what you’re fighting for, or what you’re against. it’ll be hard for them to find a weak spot if you mask it, especially for witches. “

                RISE UP ! eyes up ! behind her facade she SHOOK, she SCREAMED. turning this innocent child into someone like her must be some sort of sin. she was MAKING A MONSTER, but one that would survive. that’s what he wanted in the end, right ? TO SURVIVE. SHE RISES UP, eyes doing the same, THEY FLICK BACK IN A SECOND ! a glint within them.

  Daisuke assumed he would be used to the bitterness that purveyed Wally’s being. He knew of her fate, and the challenges she constantly faced, and yet…

“I-I think Mariko-San is doing a good job teaching me but…” Wally was terribly experienced, and for the all the cynical comments she made, he knew that she was indeed wise to the ways of the magi. And if anyone would know how to grow strong and survive, it would be Wally.

“What do you think I should do?” He asked, gripping the porcelain cup, still steaming; tightly and anxiously in his hands.

           PIERCING red optics blankly gazed down at the other. his childish nature would be the end of him, she KNEW it. she KNEW that if he were to adopt sakura momo’s lifestyle---( a carefree bird uncaged, lovely, BEAUTIFUL )----that he would be doomed the same fate as her. a death, that they didn’t DESERVE, would be thrust upon them.

it was far too late for momo, but perhaps, just maybe, she could preserve daisuke----( regardless if he was to DIE much like momo. their fates intertwined & lost in the wind, to be forgotten once the world was to end ) 

           “  don’t treat this as a GAME. dont be in it to make FRIENDS. talk.   .   . less, don’t let people know what you’re fighting for, or what you’re AGAINST. “

she SIGHS, a heft of air leaving her chest. 

               THE GIRL WITHIN the beast----the little red riding hood within the big bad wolf’s belly----watched from the ONE WAY GLASS. she watched, TEAR SOAKED EYES, at the purple magi who desperately tried to get to her core.

What time was this ? the 39th ? the 89th ? who knows. she hasn’t CARED to keep track---it doesn’t matter anyways. 

she strained on the silky hair that whisked through the air, popping in & out of existence----her laughter roared. 

                  “   why won’t she GIVE UP .      “

EMOTIONS took held of her speech, her voice CRACKS violently at the notion. within the beast, no one could hear her, no one could see her. nothing would be known of her WISHFUL thoughts. 

she leans FORWARD, the witch TILTS. & as she stands upwards----walpurgis flips over, her top half now facing to the sky at last. & with a HORRENDOUS screech of laughter----she lets out her blast of energy; LETS OUT HER DESPAIR. ( witches cry & familiars scream, the festival has just begun ! )

                “   do you dare ruin the fun, homura akemi ? “

              “           I’d suggest being more wary of magical girls-      “

GRUMBLES left her, throwing the grief seed at the other. if the SOFT HEART beneath the ice’s surface was taken from her, sayaka miki wouldn’t have gotten it. OH NO, understand her kindness towards you. 

           “    if you want to fight, learn to fight properly.   “

 she speaks to her cup, eyes tightly closed. fingers propped open the cup’s lid---steam from her tea let loose, before a SIGH of similar size left her own lungs.

           BEATING RED EYES stare downwards at the magi, a SIGH is given, before a shake of her head. NAIVE IS WHAT the other was---deathly naive. 

               “   you should be careful, other magis may not be as FORGIVING as me. after all, the more souls a witch EATS, the better it is for our soul gem.       “