✙▏┌ KANMURUO ┛
LILITH’S CHILDREN COME IN all shapes and forms, more like shattered glass than renaissance art in the sense they are scarred & MARKED FOR DEATH. Even in limbo he is polite. “You wouldn’t happen to have a change of clothes, would you?” he asks with skinned lips, plugsuit a tattered mess in the wasteland where God has abandoned them.
✙▏┌ LOBEILD ┛
STARVED IN ISOLATION AND lost to the world around them, crumbled ruins and ribs that peek even in a suit sleek to meet the needs of science ; and breath catches in the HANGING edge of the air that tastes too much like RUST & DEATH. Shinji drags his makeshift blanket closer over wiry shoulders and coughs ash from his lungs. “You probably shouldn’t be here. It’s a dead zone.”
✙▏┌ PRESCIANT ┛
THE FAMILIARITY IS THERE, a certain lack of worry apparent on timid and gaunt features despite faint lips being teeth prick’d with nervous habit. Here these sons can meet, EVE’S lost children free to wander dreams away from reality in a place even GOD’S HAND cannot reach. Trembling features reach. “Kaworu-kun?”
