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Anonymous said: ⋰⋰   ❝ Idk if you're gone or not but your last reblog 'enjoy the silence' with 3 months of silence is so well timed if it was accidental. ❞

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧   (( GHJKSGFSF THAT WASN’T oN PURPOSE IT WAS JUST THE LAST THING IN THE QUEUE  lmao....  Sorry for the incredibly long inactivity, I am simply prone to that tbh, but right now I am very distracted with real world stuff and one of my other blogs that is just.   forever consuming my braincells apparently BUT    BUT BUT BUT I Have made this sideblog @nyx-gathering​ where i will be posting strega related art and other junk of them !! Mostly to move the art that clogs my notes from this blog. I got a tablet! I can draw digitally a bit better now and i wanted to draw velvet room takaya !!

I will inevitably be back to RP this guy when the opening comes, but i will definitely be lurking now on that blog ( instead of,,, not logging on at all lol ) and keeping track of what this side of the community is up to :’) ))

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edgyearring​:

[EarringBoy] Well it was stuck to my hands so… [EarringBoy] I have them in my room inside a tank! They haven’t really done much since… but I’m sure they’re alive.

[Hypnos] by Nyx, if it is as you say, that is... odd. but, the shadows behave in mysterious ways. [Hypnos] keep it contained. watch it closely. treat it with... dignity. it is the dormant spawn of a god, you understand. even despite my distaste for what they represent...

[Hypnos] just let me know immediately if it moves.

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edgyearring​:

[EarringBoy] Oh? Excellent!

[EarringBoy] So… you know the Lovers shadow? I kind of… might.. have a piece of them.

[Hypnos] …  what?

[Hypnos] impossible... i felt the arcana release, the dark hour came to an end, any remains should have disappeared by now...

[Hypnos] where do you have it?

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tricksteroffate​:

“Felt like I needed an excuse.” Coffee admitted, smiling just slightly. “And to be fair, I wasn’t sure you’d have taken it if I’d offered straight-up the first few times.” Then again, it was entirely possible for Takaya to say no this time, as well. Or any other time. There was no reason for him to eat food left at his door just because noone was around.

Frankly, he still wasn’t sure if Takaya had actually eaten any of the things he’d left or just poured them out somewhere to make him feel good. But then, why bother to make him feel good? Why not just leave the soup where it was and let it go cold, let him think Takaya had no interest in food-based charity?

“It’s mineral broth, this time.” Coffee said quietly as he entered, placing the soup on the mentioned table. “No solid pieces to agitate your stomach, high in magnesium to offset any potential headaches, and I added ginger to combat nausea.” Would this come off as weird? He hoped not. “I’ve been tweaking recipes to try and find something that doesn’t make you sick. I… hope that’s okay.“ Rambling, calming himself a bit before getting to the main topic. Okay, Coffee, come on. He kicked your ass in the arena but you’re still a Phantom Thief.

“Anyway, the… question I wanted to ask.” Looking at Takaya now, moving away from the soup so he wasn’t hovering over it. “How do you keep so calm?” He couldn’t help but let a bit of frustration slip out. “I’m nowhere near Shido and I still want to-” wring his bastard neck like he deserved “-but you’re… You’re working with people you probably hate and not even batting an eye. How?”

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ❝ … I probably wouldn’t have. ❞  He equally admits in a plain and honest tone. Yes, he remembers. He does still loathe to feel as though he’s being made to eat, that irritation has certainly not left him. However, their stubbornness has long since made him realize a different approach was necessary   and, perhaps even moreso   something else made him realize it was worth his time. 

After all, they do put in such... effort to lend themselves to him. That, in itself, was not an unwanted trait, was it? He follows behind into the room, door shutting the two in, gilded eyes gliding along the dish as they pass it, listening as they describe. ❝ I... see. So that is why your food changed-- to match me physically... I’ve noticed the shift, and I admit I was curious... ❞ His eyes return to them.  ❝ I stomach it fine. ❞ He admits in a not entirely unpleasant indifference, before the twinge of a certain exasperation in his tone.   ❝ Though I still do not ask it of you... ❞

But, nevermind that. It was of little importance to Takaya now, with the weight of their question in the air, one he nearly sensed the subject of before it was uttered. He crosses his toned but slender arms with their painted scars against his bare chest and awaits their explanation. And there it is-- almost as predicted. And he answers swiftly, with calm confidence.   ❝ Frustration is born from powerlessness, Coffee. I am not powerless... I am not fighting. I have decided completely that what I strive for is easiest required through the path of least resistance, and so I am calm in knowing all that I let happen, I let happen only willingly, and all that happens is just a means to an end. ❞  His arms uncross to rest more loosely in the nook of his exposed hip, approaching them closer to stand over the other with his unmatched height. 

  ❝ I was angry, once, long ago, but I set forth for resolution... And yet... you aren’t the same, I fear. Your anger is telling you there is something wrong, something that needs solving... ❞ He speaks more softly between them. It becomes more evident this priest’s very presence is heavy, alone with him so close-- or perhaps he exerts that unnatural aura of his deliberately just right now.   ❝ Yet you direct it nowhere but into... practice dummies and damage. You make no direction for it, you merely want it to fade from you-- but as we said before... it has a purpose. It shall not calm until you take action to resolve... ❞  A breath’s pause as the word lingers. ‘Resolve’. Such passive wording for such possibly... deniable implications. Though, his words grow harder to deny in meaning.   ❝ ... If not Shido himself, then the wrong they represent in this world, surely..? Things done in anger do not have to be thoughtless... ❞ He quietly urges,  ❝ Why... do you resist what your anger is asking of you? ❞

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edgyearring​:

[EarringBoy] It was a rough battle and I wanted to be sure you were well!

[EarringBoy] Yeah, thank you! The heals pretty much got the major wounds. Now I’ve just got a few scrapes and bruises.

[EarringBoy] Oh, uh. Hmm there’s something else but how good are you with secrets?

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  SOTFD || Direct messages:

[Hypnos] ... I’ve been told I am gifted at the craft.

[Hypnos] but what secret could you even have naoya..?

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serphsup​:

He gives a hasty nod back, fighting to keep his wits about him as his thoughts started to cloud over more and more. He would then follow the thin man, hunching over a bit as he walked. Like a beast on the prowl.

Things were starting to blur as they finally came upon a coffin, his body transforming fully into a demon. He had no eyes in this form- he didn’t need them. He could sense the electrical impulses a nervous system gave off.

One bundle of electricity was Takaya, uttering words he barely registered. Another was a staggering movement. A stranger. Prey.

He couldn’t hold back any longer as his mind was overcome with a ravenous hunger. And in one swift movement the person was beheaded by a long blade like appendage that had extended from Serph’s arm. Blood spurted.. some may have splattered Takaya and a bunch definitely got on Serph.

It was a nearly instant death for the victim before he began rending into their flesh, devouring them clothes and all… He might swallow a few inedible objects in the process. Oh well.

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ And what a grotesque creature they became! Or at least, any other would see them as such. He too would perhaps be more shocked at the sight of their unnerving bone that splits clean from flesh if he wasn’t so used to the sometimes disturbing appearance of shadows and personas-- his own rotting angel included.

Even still, he barely had time to process such a thing, before he had to suddenly raise his arm and block a splatter of blood that near reached across his shoulders. A beheading. A clean, all the way across, beheading, mere feet away from him-- no time for the soul to even scream! Shadow-like eyes widen in a way rarely seen and glow only brighter, and his smile curls up across his face uncontrollably in some sort of earnest excitement, near child-like in its sincerity if not for its hideous origin. And one he has probably made at such a thing since he was a child. He makes an effort not to let himself laugh in shock.

❝ Well done..!  ❞  He breathlessly applauds, already wiping the blood off his skin with that tattered red rag in his pocket. It never needed cleaning after this kind of thing-- this blood would disappear outside the dark hour, just as these deaths would re-justify themselves into reality differently than they appear here.  ❝ Shall we have another? Take as many as you wish! ❞  Not truly waiting for any answer, if they were in any state to reply, the priest held his hand onto another casket, opening it for them.

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serphsup​:

“R.. really?” His grey eyes light up slightly, desperation also clear in his features as a bit more drool dripped from his fangs.

People that wronged others? So the people in these coffins are bad then? He would think a moment, eyes darting around. Nervously lick his lips. Flex his fingers, one arm being more demonic at the moment had claws and a switchblade like appendage.

Devouring others wasn’t something he enjoyed… but there wasn’t much choice. Especially in this world that seemed to lack demons, he would have to resort to humans and he’d prefer they at least be vile criminals. That was how he got by in his world anyway, criminal hunting and demon ‘exorcism.’ 

“Please do. I need this.” He swallows harshly, tensing up a bit as he tried to keep a handle on himself. He could feel that primal, demonic, urge growing ever stronger. Pounding at the walls of his mind like a battering ram.

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  ... It has been too long since he's done something to anger someone, hasn't it? And though the method was unorthodox, and these lives may enter the maw of this demon, let every shred of blood-- every moment of this performance be dedicated to his goddess of death. 

❝ Then let us make haste... ❞ He nods to them, starting off briskly from the compound's grounds and into the city, no hesitation or time to doubt this decision now, no, can’t you see they’re starving? He puts more thought into this than it may look. Anyone out at midnight in this business district of an area wasn't likely to be a child or anyone that may draw immediate suspicion to his actions, they were likely to be an older person, someone in a suit or a cocktail dress, someone on their way to a late shift or a nightclub.

And so with confidence the priest approaches their first coffin, amongst a buffet of coffins, coming to the ornate face of it so when they awoke, his ghostly figure would be the first thing this person sees. And with one last glance back at the other, he places his hand onto it. It begins to melt away.

The person inside is in a very dazed state, but Takaya mutters his prayer anyways that... "honors" their no doubt quickly approaching passing.   ❝ Go in peace. ❞  With one step, he steps aside to reveal the being behind him, hand raised as if offering the person up graciously.

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@edgyearring​​​ said: ⋰⋰   ❝ DM from [EarringBoy] psst leader dude. How are you actually doing after that battle? (In sotfd) ❞

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  SOTFD || Direct messages:

[Hypnos] fine. there is no damage worth worrying about. why?

[Hypnos] i trust you’re recovering from any harm as well?

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@tricksteroffate​ said: ⋰⋰   ❝ ((From Tricksteroffate, for Coffee! Because I love Takaya so much... and can't get enough of him trying to worm his way into this lad's head.)) --- Once again, Coffee shows up to Takaya's door, soup in hand. This time, however, for a change of pace, he doesn't merely set it at the door and leave. He's got a question he wants to ask, and feels as though he needs more of a reason to bother the man than just the question - thus, soup. Or, well, 'mineral broth' specifically. No chunks of stuff, high in nutrients, warm, tasty - at least to him. A breath in, then out. Mild nervousness. Then Takaya's door was given a knock. Hopefully he was in there. "Sorry to bother you, but I was hoping I could ask you something. And... well. Offer a warm meal, if you wanted." ❞

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  It may have seemed like he wasn’t coming to the door at first, with how silent the room is for the pause after their knock, but in his defense.... he was used to the knocker leaving before he reached the door.

As he opens it, his surprise is faintly visible, as golden eyes blink down at the other through the only cracked open door before it fully opens. His sight flicks between their soup and their face.  ❝ Ah. You’ve decided to let me catch you this time..? ❞  He hums with a raise of his brow. However, the need to ask him, him specifically, a question was of immediate interest. 

❝ ... Come put it on my table. Then you may tell me what brings you. ❞  And in an ever rare case, the priest steps aside and allows someone else into his room.

#(( hhhh I AM GLAD you like the spooky cult man :'] )) #tricksteroffate #✯ ✧ ✧ i.c. ☾ ✞ ☽ #✯ ✧ ✧ verse ⋰ SOTFD / Group verse! ☾ ✞ ☽ #✯ ✧ ✧ ask. ☾ ✞ ☽

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thenihilistofthevoid​:

He wasn’t sure what went wrong… Why he didn’t make it to Tartarus in time, but would him being there have changed the tide of battle? Or would he just be dead, like Jin? Through whatever celestial providence, he survived the failed fall. Now he had to live in the aftermath, stalked by the Kirijo Group and unable to hold down much of a job with them blocking every attempt he had.

His midnight meandering took a sudden turn as he saw a figure in the darkness… It looked at him in return, those piercing eyes of gold were… It couldn’t be, Takaya had to have died during the Fall. He was the only “chosen child” left, if Takaya had lived then he wasn’t safe at all. Safe… Takaya had never hurt him, only shown him kindness and support… He needed confirmation, one way or another as he took a sharp inhale of freezing night air. There was that voice. The voice in his dreams, the voice in his recordings… A voice he never thought he’d hear again. “Takaya…” He whispered, swallowing his fear. Nyx was showing him kindness, he was truly not abandoned. All the deprogramming shattered in the presence of that dark charisma, all his doubts gone as his need to follow, his need to be loved reasserted itself with a vengeance. How could any of his fake friends at work or his therapist stand up to the revived form of his beloved leader, his messiah?

“You’re alive! T-They told me you’d died, in the Fall… But you’re here.” Saburo stated excitedly, getting closer to him, wanting to touch him and affirm this was real. “Have you come to save me? Like we did with Chidori all those years ago?… He asked. He wanted his praise, his affection, his care… It was like a drug to him, he needed more now he knew it was available.

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ At the utterance of his name, a softness meets his sharp features, quietly giving a nod in reassurance, but its only as they asked to be saved does the messiah truly smile. It was that wide and curling grin of his that seems to just bloom across otherwise so rigid features as if from thin air. It was surprising, that even after all this time, they would show so little hesitation. Immediately, that connection was there, familiar not in the least out place to the priest, even after all that’s changed.   ❝ Its you who come to save yourself, is it not, finding your way back to me like this..? ❞  He steps closer, this time into more intimate spacing, his tall and ghost white figure blocking out what source of light there was and leaving only his golden eyes in a low glow.  ❝ You are now no longer lost.  And, it is truly a blessing... how little life in the light of day has changed you. ❞  

They were children of the night, and that was what they would always be. They could belong nowhere but amongst each other, and he had a feeling... they still knew that. They were never going to quite be normal individuals, now would they? It didn’t take much to assume the Kirijo girl would be keeping track of them at that-- just as they try, and fail, to do with him-- and he could see they knew it  by that oh-so encouraging desperation in their tone that tells him just how much his guidance is sorely needed. He wanted nothing more than to grant it.

❝ There is so much for us both to explain, it would seem... ❞   But- before he continues he suddenly glances his narrowed, gilded eyes around him. After a moment, a slender hand raises between them and flicks in curls of its fingers inward.  ❝ Come with me. Let us talk... somewhere more secluded. ❞  He takes a step back, suggesting they move to follow him, a step back further into the shadows he emerged from. His hand remains raised between them, and it comes clear it is being offered up to be taken.  ❝ ...You will, won’t you? ❞

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✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  Takaya was out under the moon at night, as always, watching the once full moon begin its slow process of waning away, all alone as he often was, in quiet thought.  Until the sudden call to him from what he could hear just in its voice had a mouth full of long, wet teeth.

He looks to the demon, and the state they’re clearly in, with blankly intrigued eyes.   ❝ ... People you could eat? ❞   He finishes for them with surprise and a slow blink of his yellow eyes, but not... a negative surprise. With nothing more than just a moment’s forethought, something clearly being considered behind wandering eyes...  He looks back to the hungry other with a small smile.    ❝ If that is what you need... then it is more than possible in this hour. ❞ He kindly assures.  ❝ In the past I used to take the life of those who made others wish death upon them- wronged someone somehow. And I did it in this hour. Without consequence. ❞  He slinks up willingly to what anyone else would consider a dangerous being to be near.    ❝ They were encased in coffins-- the coffins that are still appearing every dark hour... The affect should be much the same.❞  Catch his very careful wording, ah, he didn’t say all the coffins earned such hatred. The priest was never unclear except deliberately.    ❝ With one touch, I can open them for you. ❞

@revolver-jesus

The battle had ended a few days ago and Serph was way more drained than he’s expected. And that… that made his hunger worse.

The price paid for becoming a demon, no way to ever fully sate the hunger and if it was left unchecked the starvation would result in madness. Reliving those affected of their human rational and turning them into a predatory beast.

And that was not something he could risk. Better to at least choose whom you eat than to become a monster that devours his comrades.

So… here was nervously looking around in the dark hour, his arm had transformed leaving him more demonic than usual. Salivating from his jagged, shark like, teeth…

“I need.. urk…” His attention if pulled away as he smells someone nearby. “You.. h.. hey. I need to eat. Where.. ah.. do you know of any… people I could…?” That’s such an awkward question but he’s getting desperate. Maybe he should have just asked for more demon scales or… or something? But it just hasn’t been enough.

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                           only 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 can release us from this ɱιʂҽɾყ

                        ( or ｔｈｅｉｒ death, i suppose )

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✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ THEY SHOULD HAVE been dead.  Both of them, really. Takaya would have been-- if not for the void simply deciding it liked him alive. And to think the miracle merely walked the streets with a few devout souls, weaving in and out of secluded areas and back alleys, his existence blurred in public consciousness to just rumors scattered about the man with the golden eyes, remnants of a cult. Ordinarily the living myth made himself scarce to find... so this- this encounter was nothing short of fate. It would be madness to deny it.

Caught in light catching eyes, reflecting in the shadows, like prey in the eyes of something searching. The former leader of Strega-- former now, nothing left of those forgotten orphans so he thought, survivor could be another word-- he first stopped mid transition back into the shadows to watch what he thought was a particularly fascinated passerby. He would give them what they must have wanted, something to be frightened or captivated by, and so he at first shoots them a hollow stare of his inhuman eyes... but his expression quickly changes.

A raise of his brow, a faint twist of his head, and almost something like amusement crosses his still gaunt and unshaven features. Yet he’s still not quite certain, the odds so unlikely, so he turns to them fully. He takes a very deliberate step their way, locking piercing eyes, expectantly, wanting a response. It mattered little how they reacted, intuition would give their familiarity towards him away, always. So, he takes another step, more confident now as those piercing eyes fall into their usual languid state, a faint smile, another step slinking forward. At last, the sound of his voice that’s changed very little, breaking the silence keeping everything between them still, making his presence here all too real.   

❝ What has Nyx granted me... ❞  He softly, bemusedly uttered. ❝ Saburo..? ❞

Tainted Salvation

(A starter for @revolver-jesus​ based on the RP we’ve been discussing about post-fall.)

With a sudden intake of breath, Saburo woke up from his nightmare… It wasn’t real, years had passed since… Since he’d been an accomplice to multiple murders. Since he helped Strega try to destroy the world, using the power of Nyx and their “Personas”. S.E.E.S ruined it all. It was so easy to slip back into that mindset, when it was us vs them and not just him, alone against this shitty world. No-one was left who genuinely gave a shit.

Walking to the fridge and chugging down cold water, not caring that his throat went into spasms from the freezing liquid. Anything to distract himself from his memories of the platinum blonde man who offered him salvation, his kind words and praise that activated the wrong parts of his brain, the parts of him that still belonged to Strega and craved for it all to end. Would one night pass without him being reminded that he’d been indoctrinated into a supernatural doomsday cult?

More following, more secret agent fucks from the Kirijou Group stalking him, watching him, ready to kill if ordered, like dogs sharpening their teeth on the shattered bones of a distant hunt. They clearly still thought of him as a threat, or perhaps Mitsuru enjoyed tormenting the one remaining member of Strega. “Fucking bitch.” He thought, turning around to confront his stalkers. “Go on, piss off!” He shouted at them, storming away. Peace wasn’t going to come in the day, was it?

So here he was in the night, they hadn’t realized he snuck out. Old habits died hard as he wandered the streets aimlessly. There was no direction to his life, no job. Without Strega, his life held little meaning. To go from all that to just waking up, eating and going to bed was pathetic… Hearing voices, he soon found a sight that made his blood freeze.

Fate was being cruel… He wasn’t ready, not for this… It had been 4 years since he last saw Takaya Sakaki in the flesh, he thought he died in Tartarus… This wasn’t a hallucination or a dream, the ground was solid and the world was real. Staring at his familiar form, a million emotions ran wild like rabbits escaping a warren. Adoration, relief, fear, terror, joy, anger, pain, love, hope, despair… Their leader survived. He stared for too long, he knew the other had seen him, would recognize him from that distance. He couldn’t run, he couldn’t move. He could barely breathe… The question was, what would happen now?

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✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ That nauseating emotionality, the kind of rose-colored, romanticized view of the world he’s read in poems and purple prose that make everything seem beautiful, even hideous things, that finally melted away into a his usual cold, clear mind. Although he couldn’t help the slight crumbling of his composure from the relief of it all. He pinches his brow from the headache... and as he feels the presence of Jin approach him he can’t hide the hesitation to turn to look at them.

Before he could even manage to his boney wrist is taken, and of course, he stiffens, even as they’re given his golden and somewhat surprised gaze. But as they speak those eyes immediately widen completely.  ❝ -Ah! ❞  He half scoffs and half laughs, a hand quickly raising to both pinch his brow and... maybe hide the warmth spreading across his face.   ❝ I- Its not what I-- I wouldn’t usually-- ❞ By Nyx, what about this loathsome arcana has the power to make him so in disarray about the other-- even after all these years, you’d think he could endure it, come to terms with it in his mind. Instead, the sudden admittance has even the usually so well-spoken orator tongue tied. But it can’t last.

They’ve pushed themselves too far, he knows it. Immediately, the former Strega leader recognized the blood leaving their head, and all composure returns to hold them steady as they shout in pain. In the past, a moments hesitation could mean losing them as a child, and his reflexes are still just as before.  ❝ Jin! Hold on... focus on breathing, I’ve got you. ❞

With no sign of their persona summoning, he moves a hand from them to take that scarf he always carries in the back of his jeans and has them hold it to their nose. Then sweeps them straight off their feet.

❝ You.. need to rest your mind. Immediately. ❞  He insists, carrying them out of the club in his arms and into the Dark Hour’s night sky.   ❝ Don’t say a word... just rest. ❞

The Lovers has Fallen - SOFTD

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Jin had his evoker at the ready, so that he would be prepared to strike. This shadow had been particularly aggressive and bothersome. It had taken his friend and they had to bring her back. It had charmed Takaya and hurt his team mates. These people, he was begrudgingly fond of them.

And then the shadow fell. He breathed deep and hard for a few moments, not ready to to believe it was over just yet. His hand shook a bit, holding tightly onto the trigger. He did lower the gun after a few deep breathes. He’d never felt so frazzled in a fight before. It was a combination of the lack of sleep and the pushing Moros to the limit, and trying not to go to far. He didn’t know what was too far with his persona, he hadn’t tested those limits with the persona stabilizing medication. 

It took him a few moments to observe his surroundings. Everyone was okay, some a little worse for wear, no one seemed too injured. Futaba had Rise, and his team was all okay. 

Jin holstered the Evoker, the dark hour wasn’t long off ending. Everyone seemed to be picking themselves up too. Jin’s head was pounding and his ear’s were ringing, but he would be okay. He felt like he would be okay. 

He walked over to Takaya, and grabbed his wrist softly. At least the other was okay. He smiled weakly, pressing his fingers into his temple. “You know you could say something like that not under the influence of a shadow’s charm and I’d like it,” 

It was a bit embarrassing to say, but his cheeks flushed a bit. The moment was short lived, as blood started to run from his nose again. He touched his face for a moment before pain shot through his head. He groaned grabbing his head with one of his hands. He was okay, he was okay, he was okay. 

Until he felt a familiar pain of Moros ripping free on him. He didn’t feel the persona trying to choke the life out of him, like it would have previously if he lost control. But the pain was too much. 

He grabbed his head with both hands and screamed. Pained, blood curdling, intense. It hurt so bad. His persona seemed to huddle over him as he screamed in pain. It felt like it was ripping out of him. 

After what felt like forever, but was probably only a few moments, his hands reached out to grab Takaya as he felt himself passing out. He just wanted the other to catch him so he didn’t crack his head on the floor.

#✯ ✧ ✧ i.c. ☾ ✞ ☽ #✯ ✧ ✧ verse ⋰ SOTFD / Group verse! ☾ ✞ ☽ #fatumsolutus

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Anonymous said: ⋰⋰   ❝ Oh no its hot ? ❞

NO. NO. QUIET BEFORE IT HEARS YOU If you find the shadow attractive i'm kinkshaming you. I don't know what kink it is but I am.

#✯ ✧ ✧ o.o.c. ☾ ✞ ☽ #✯ ✧ ✧ ask. ☾ ✞ ☽ #anonymous