Enma, Homura
She/Her
Twenty-Seven
may 27
Ecruteak City
demisexual
hitman
Elite
Tell me what exactly are you thinking, right now - Do you still love me? Or is it that you hate me?
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AYAME FUJIWARA
a million miles away
POSTED ON May 28, 2022 5:55:04 GMT
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she was never expressive. [break][break]
whether it was a result of it being beaten into her or personal preference was debatable. typically, she can hold herself well, and maintain her composure, and she can keep herself levelheaded and she can handle most things with ease. it's just when it came to him (it was always him) where she finds herself faltering, even by the smallest amount. she thought that, after all these months, she would have gotten better, more jaded (she didn't feel this much when she sullied her hands in blood), less responsive. it was her hope (how else could she justify her revenge after leaving a man she so dearly loved?) that she would be able to move on. she hasn't. [break][break]
they share a silence (what else can they share? a hug? a kiss? what was she hoping for?) and she tells herself to avoid his gaze. does she deserve to see it again? after sullying her hands in crimson? after leaving him to dirty herself? though he'll tell her that it's irrelevant, and he'd sooner pull her in, closer, desperately (the him that she's known in the past, the one so affectionate and loving, despite the sighs of exasperation she's brought to the surface) and tell her that none of it matters. that none of it matters to him, and it's more kindness than she thinks she deserves. [break][break]
where was that resolve when she initially made the decision to leave? she's done it before, why can't she do it again?[break][break]
(it takes everything to keep her fingers from curling around his; everything to keep her from falling back into it, to days that were more peaceful - to days where she could convince herself that she didn't need revenge.)[break][break]
it's melting; the resolve, the jadedness, the cold and the ice. it's melting her heart, really. here, she thought that she was already far gone. he wasn't, yet. don't pull him into the same hell as you, ayame. he doesn't deserve that, ayame. "i--" she starts, but can't find it in herself to finish at the sound of his quiet voice, in an all familiar tongue. it's felt like forever. ".. shigoto~" she says, narrowing her eyes. her fingers twitch (his hand is there, and there's a thin line she has to be wary of). [break][break]
the solemn smile of a woman consumed by revenge, once again, glances up to him, but this time there's something else, isn't there? if you look on the surface, it looks as fatigue, or exasperation, like she's finally given up on running away from someone who desperately tries to catch her. if you take a second glance, it's the regret that washes over. [break][break]
ah, it had to be him. [break][break]
.. it always had to be him.
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