KIWI. loggin’ into syras for the first time in a month like... love u biiitch... ain’t never gonna stop lovin you biiiitch...
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“(…) You do not live; you are not allowed to die. You drift between earth and death which seem, finally, strangely alike. (…)”
— Louise Glück, from Persephone The Wanderer in “Poems 1962-2012″
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friendly reminder that i literally, actually cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down
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sinspell:
❛ GIVE ME one good reason i shouldn’t cut you down where you stand. ❜ @gh0stlike .
“ i don’t have one, sorry. “ the exasperated sigh seated so neatly at the tip of his tongue rolls into the space between them, fingers rippling through dimensions as he waves dismissively. “so if you’re going to ‘ strike me down ‘ or whatever, let’s get it over with already. “
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KIWI. starter call.
“ ow. “ fingers clad in their thin armor wrap then around the blade of his sword, currently lodged in the space between his ribs; he dislikes the feeling. despite sparing himself the wound at the last second, there is something... off about this sword -- there is no blood yet still a sensation like pain. tapping the blade, syras takes a few steps forward to free himself of the feeling. “ a little rude, don’t you think? “ @skyslotus ♥’d !
I don’t like people seeing me vulnerable.
“ here. “ he’s not sure what exactly she’s been tearing the leviathan apart in search of for the later half of the hour, but she was making it awfully hard to get rid of the migraine he’d been nursing for the majority of the evening. “ it fell through the grate in the lower reactor room, “ a huff, fingers clad in their thin permanent armor offer the item gently despite the pulsing in his brow, “ so please, settle down. at least until my ears stop ringing, alright? “ // @veniaes ♥’d !
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ARE HIS CONTACTS FALLING OUT? overcast weather hangs like a bloody moon o’er busy sprawl and perhaps he’s seeing only shadows, strange apparitions that multiply like glitches before sinking back into stranger’s form. alternatively, the true crime videos are getting to his head.
fingers tap at his lid, feeling the usual sensation of soft sliding and he blinks to clear the brief cloudiness, but before he leaves, they finally SPEAK.
❝ uh, i was ‘bout to. was kinda starin’ at you ‘cause you look like yer from a fuckin’ different dimension. like some spiderverse shit, y’know? that GLITCHY kinda effect. ❞
he is something terrible, a solid kick to the senses -- overstimulating and mind numbing -- yet there are those who can not look away. their words are always the same tired echoes of each other: incomprehension, confusion, dim-witted explanation. he’s begun to hear the words before they even speak. “ glitchy. “ a term not yet used to describe the way his pupils jutter, the way his body splits ever so slightly between the colored spectrum. syras hums, invading vocals a bit cacophonous. “ did you hit your head or something? “
KIWI. sorry i haven’t been around much; my job is really mentally draining and I just haven’t felt like writing lately. catch me on discord or twitter, mutuals can IM me for either.
SKIN ANOMALIES 01. the black streaks across syras’ body are parts of his physical form that have merged with the void. touching them will enable sight between dimensions, which is generally found to be terrifying and oftentimes nausea inducing. while most of the streaks are covered to prevent others from accidentally touching them, the one across the bridge of his nose is very open and accessible -- so, as a rule syras does not let anyone touch his face; he hates to be touched in general, but he’ll generally allow people to touch his hands or arms just.. never his face. in addition, the streaks are completely void of nerve endings -- which makes getting his ass kicked a whole lot less painful.
KIWI. i drank too much last night, but i’m gonna... try to get stuff done.
Was he moving in slow motion? Widening gaze left the man’s trembling azures and towards his incoming hand. She can see it, she swore she could see it : VISUAL TRAILING. It was like Yukako had been looking at a video on the dimly lit screen of her phone, slowed down as if to relive every moment a second time. Her eyebrows came together in a subtle knit.
Gentle, soft. ROUGH, HARD. No matter the feeling of the man’s digits as they seeped into Yamagishi’s mane, the only thing Yukako felt was his fingers ━━━━ grazing her scalp, locating the leaf that had fell into her hair. She can feel him leaving TANGLES and KNOTS!!
Reality rushed back to her. The teenage Yamagishi’s arm snapped upwards and her cladless digits were quick to wrap around his wrist shortly after he pried the leaf out of her tresses. “ Don’t do that again. ” SHE WAS UNNERVED.
wrist caught, the specter’s nose wrinkles at the feeling on flesh upon flesh: fingers warm and unassuming, yet coiled like a snake ready to strike. he bleeds through her body with little sentiment, little care for the way in which she might regard him. the damage is already done in trembling of his eyes, the terrible all-encompassing aura that threatens to swallow sanity. “ a deal then, “ he begins, a gutteral echo sounding off somewhere in the distance, “ we keep our hands to ourselves. “
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KIWI. starter call.
KIWI. why r u like this....
‘ there’s something on your head. ‘ fingers comb through the girl’s hair, gentle as can be, which --... isn’t all the gentle considering the jagged gauntlets affixed to either hand, but he gives it a shot. eventually, he manages to untangle a single green leaf from the mess he’s left in place of it. ‘ don’t worry, i got it. ‘ / @fukenzena ♥’d!