Trigger warnings for blood, horror, neck trauma, death, suicidal ideation etc will feature, follow with caution.
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Written by Andy.
blog est. Nov 2013
Status: Hiatus (as of Mid August)
Formerly strigoxica.
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|| { † } Her reaction to his faint mocking was rather delayed, but yet it was only a small flinch. As if to illustrate his point. Homura chided herself for being sentimental enough to let this one go, but really, she couldn’t be bothered to kill him anyway. What else was she to do on little energy? Was she really that desperate to end a life fated to end early anyway?
She gave a light sigh, turning on an angle.
❝ … If that’s what you’d like to believe,
then so be it. I would say that I’d
rather it that way, but I don’t really
care. ❞
The vampire could only wonder whether he had the smallest idea concerning how many lives she had taken or ruined just by entering them. But, best let him think whatever he wanted to think. Perhaps the better the person Komaeda thought she was, the more he’d be willing to assist her. Though, the white-haired had been rather peculiar when it came to ‘morals’ so far. It was unpredictable how he’d react.
❝ - That is correct. How very
observant. ❞
Homura stared back in silence, waiting. The blood bank was his 'intelligent’ suggestion, and perhaps on another night she would have refused. But seeing as he’d guessed correctly, and she was hungry for anything, there wasn’t much she could say.
❝ Well. A desperate idea, but good
enough. I won’t object. Show me
to the blood bank, and I won’t
kill you after all – in case you were
still thinking of fleeing. ❞
– So she was going to play the tough guy card again. Komaeda would’ve laughed at her remark about always being bad if he...