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And the Ripped Ones say goodbye, While the others meet. Attached somewhere. At least they're shared.

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'Two Shinigami can't have the same Zanpakuto!'

"Yeah well, the reality bending and potentially eldritch MacGuffin that's also my friend said I could, "

"so get over yourselves."

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kusaka sojiro // out for blood (x)

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Toush Vc @ Kusaka: Bet i can beat you to the cafeteria!

"Right right, just like you beat me the other day in those Zanjutsu drills?" Kusaka said in a sarcastic though still playful manner, dealing out the only kind of teasing that could pass between two competitive, close friends.

"Don't think so! I'm already way ahead of you," Kusaka said with a smirk and limitless confidence to match, before making an incredibly agile leap over Toshiro where he also simultaneously knocked over a series of nearby crates in an attempt to slow his friend down.

"Don't you worry," Kusaka called back, darting ahead, down the pathway toward the cafeteria, "I'll be sure to save some Takoyaki for you! Maybe!" // @ryusxnka

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" Strange women are always doing things like that." Says strange woman [to jin]

[ SENTENCE MEME: THINGS OUR MUSES HAVE SAID / PART ONE ]

"Spoken like a kindred Soul to strange women everywhere, were I to guess," replied Jin in a calm, smooth voice as he turned away from the television behind the bar counter that was playing a movie he found incredibly absurd, pinning his piercing, crimson eyes on Tania.

Tania had been sitting there at the counter for some time now, but Jin had noticed it the moment she walked in; not her Reiryoku, which was somehow hidden from him, but the scent of her Soul, which registered to him as a powerful blend of earthy, floral, and citric fragrances, with an underpinning of something else, something smoky, broken, and not quite right, but ever so easy on the appetite.

Every Soul had a unique scent that Bount could perceive, but Jin's countless years roaming this world taught him that only the truly powerful Souls, or those with the potential to be truly powerful, emitted an aroma that was as potent to the senses as Tania's. A Soul like Tania's could be the mark of a great ally, a fierce foe, a momentous meal, or perhaps all three in a row, if fate saw fit.

"Though I would hope even you aren't that flavor of strange. It would be disappointing."

Across the lounge, patrons and staff slowly begin to clear out for the night, but the bartender behind the counter stays put, especially after Jin raises his hand and signals for them to fix two drinks, one for him, and one for Tania.

"Disappointing because, there's something about you, something that-- even in this town full of people who defy the norm-- tells me you aren't quite like everyone else."

Jin lets out a smooth chuckle, taking hold of the two glasses set down in front of him by the bartender, one of which he then deftly slides across the counter to Tania.

"What are you? Who are you? Why don't you stick around and tell me? The drinks meanwhile are all on the house." // @titaneus

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I'm not afraid of most of the things I'm meant to be afraid of. ( For Jin :) )

[ SENTENCE MEME: THINGS OUR MUSES HAVE SAID / PART ONE ]

"Oh yes, how evident you have made that. There's many who would call you a fool for carrying on this way."

Jin's sharpened teeth seem to retract, and he slowly backs away from Blanca, dropping the posture of a creature that was ready to strike, now only one who watched with eager curiosity, and patient menace.

"I might be inclined to say the same, call you a fool, if I didn't move through life with a similar idiosyncrasy myself."

It was an easy thing to admit, of course. Jin never had a real need to fear anything, and so he seldom ever did. For so long, Jin had been powerful, more powerful than most threats that ever crossed his path, and in the sparse cases his power was outstripped, those threats broke upon the insurmountable mountain that was his resilience and will to survive; whether his body went unblemished or his blood soaked the earth, the passing of years and its troubles had rarely seen fear take hold in his heart.

"Being able to recognize danger regardless of whether or not it inspires fear is what matters in the end. To be found wanting there is what makes a true fool, and a dead one."

Jin's head is tilted slightly to one side as a darkly charming smile creased across his face.

"Are you that foolish, I wonder? Do the leaves of the forest rain down and cover your eyes, blinding you to the beasts hiding within?"

Jin swept his arms around him, gesturing to their surroundings, and to the distant but now clear sound of inhuman footsteps approaching, while saying, "Not me, not this beast standing before you here, but those rushing through the thicket right now with only one thing on their minds; you, their hard sought prey."

Jin grins, his teeth for a moment all hideously long and sharp, sharper than they had appeared moments ago when he had come so close to Blanca's neck in his attempt to frighten her.

"I could help you deal with them, or whisk you away from here if a fight isn't to your tastes. I could watch them tear you apart, too, watch them grind you down until you're nothing more than a mess of blood soaked fur and broken dreams."

A laugh then leaves Jin's lips, a sinister, yet smooth laugh that drifted off in the breeze.

"It's all up to you, Teufelshase." // @neonbitch

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SOME WONDERFUL ARTWORK OF KUSAKA I COMMISSIONED FROM @resadentevil !!!!! LOOK AT THE MANS, HE AWESOME!

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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ────────── #NEONBITCH ; brought to life, by EURYDICE.

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"Good, you're a smart one, you shouldn't go accepting drinks from strangers," Jin says with a smirk, chalice still in hand though lowered, "But all the more reason we should change that, this stranger aspect; you're gravely missing out with this drink."

Easier said than done, maybe more-so with this one, Jin felt, but not impossible, never impossible.

"Truly, I have to admit you remind me of someone. Do you have any siblings? A tall sister perhaps...? Or a brother?"

He was staring at her as if trying to know her.. she would.swear to herself she had never seen this man before in her life. He definitely was not an arrancar.

Almost visible confusion etched her expression.

❝ i'm not accepting drinks from strangers.❞

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Having become curious about the mention of a certain someone, a mention wrapped in the trappings of paranoia and incalculable trauma, Jin had taken a peek into Celeste's mind. However, it was truly only a peek, the tiniest, for that was all Jin could muster without resorting to more hostile means. Not that Jin would hide what he had done from Celeste, it would be all over his words, and in the sense of knowing that filled his countenance.

"A vessel that commands the sight and words of gods, haunted by the echoes of an-- all things considered-- earthly tyrant, how tragic," Jin gives a slow shake of the head, and a light chuckle leaves his lips, though it's hard to discern whether it's pity or apathy he offers.

"I have no intention of taking you anywhere, least of all to wherever 'he' is, that creature in your mind's eye; put those worries to rest."

If there were to be any harm that befell Celeste or her world tonight, it would not come from monsters in her past; it would come from Jin, from this monster she had just allowed into her home, if he at any point he desired it.

"But thank you, I'm glad we can talk inside," Jin says with a grin-- a haunting crease of his lips at that, though one that did not currently carry malice-- followed by a literal shift in the air that sends a strong breeze wafting through Celeste's home, the mark of Jin's Doll entering ahead of him.

"Your terms won't be betrayed, you can trust me and my partner."

Jin spoke of trust-- a dangerously fickle thing-- but in truth, Celeste had, whether she knew it or not, put forth truly binding terms; Jin and everything attached to him would have no choice but to leave her home if she had a chance to demand it.

"You avoid that gold like it means to bite you," Jin goes on to say after suddenly being found seated on a chair inside Celeste's home, having moved there with a swiftness so horrifying and difficult to track that it may have seemed like he had always been there, "Will it suffice, for all the trouble I'm clearly causing you tonight?"

Trouble, fear, delicious fear; Jin could smell it on Celeste's breath, see it in her eyes, and hear it not only tucked within her voice but in her heartbeat, which was all too apparent to his preternatural hearing. Fear, however, that Jin was more than willing to compensate, even if he did seem rather smug and terrible as he offered more.

"I have two more pouches here," Jin's sharp crimson eyes are on Celeste, but a finger-- long and unnatural, briefly becoming almost claw-like-- is pointed at one of his coat pockets, "I even have gems if you prefer those instead, the most exquisite you will ever see, including a pair not unlike your eyes, now that I think about it."

EARS, QUICK TO LOWER ! Whatever means, whatever power, he has, is no TRIFLING thing, her claws digging into the small door that is the mere barrier between them. Winds whistle, and whip, FURIOUS that she'd dare deny any visitor.

It's enough to confirm, those hesitations, enough for to SLAM the door in his face, but greater consequence is feared, were she to do so. Frail little frame rattles, though his words seem to soothe whatever force travels with him. A spirit, perhaps, but THEY, trapped in Abbalon, were not so often seen ( felt, ) upon the surface.

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis threat, vague and veiled thin, too, does not go unnoticed.

He speaks in a way, that marks him from OTHER - LANDS, a place not near Otraybia. For though she was young, still, she had flown beyond the canopy of home, at least once or twice, in her younger years. Something about finding her joy, before it was stolen as she was. Her eyes do not lift as he speaks, ears lain back doing little more than a twitch.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI'm not afraid of God, I am afraid of man.

The jingle and shine of gold, have her head turned for but a moment, lest her gaze stray and this creature, who could not come IN without her permission, vanish ; find some other means. Dark brow furrows, her exhale one of palatable fear.

❝ ... You know better than I, that it will. You know, better than I, that a mortal thread is not your design. ❞

The Gods, in their infinite wisdom, had whispered naught of him, but their wisdom would flow through, a stream over rounded stones. Palm pushes door slightly aside, as if to make space for him. Wasn't compliance, all she'd been taught ? It spared her harm, hurt, it spared her — enough to make her tense.

❝ ... You will leave, when I say so. You will do so without question. And if I see you, heading to the Northern Dreadwood, I will sooner kill all around me, than allow you to take me back to him. ❞

Kind, she may be, a SAINT, TO SOME, her safety was no longer a promise. And if she had to fight for it, raise claw, talon and tone, she'd surely do so. She was no thing. Not anymore. She steps aside, but does not near gold ( for even a harpy knew when not to take, ) claws at her side clenched tight, to a fist.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... You may come in. ❞

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Jin watches Isaak, he watches as they brutalize the table with their ghastly grip, as they lean forward, as their visage twists into something that would likely scare many half to death. There would be no fear shown on Jin's face, though, nor in his eyes, no if anything his grin appears to widen in kind, perhaps not matching the outward ferocity of Isaak's, but matching its menace all the same.

"I'm not sure five minutes will be enough for you to process what comes next, but maybe you will surprise me, Irrlicht," Jin says with a chuckle, both acknowledging what Isaak was getting at (a promise to harm wrapped in the trappings of twisted grace) and at the same time dismissing it (for even in this realm most oppugnant to him he was ever confident of the winds and powers deeper still he had yet to unveil), daring to turn it around like a knife turned back on its wielder.

From out of Jin's coat, he then holds a vial, a vial that glowed, pulsated with a sanguine tinted energy quite unlike anything else in this mall, an energy that bore a faint hum, many hums in fact, far too many to count.

Jin then smashes the vial within his grasp, and as the glowing, blood-like liquid seeps through his fingers onto the table before them, a chorus of innumerable voices cry from every drop.

Each voice, a Soul. Each voice, a recognizable presence. Each voice, an identity stripped from the flesh that once housed it. Each voice, a life rendered horrid and misshapen, meant to serve as meals for something even more horrid; Jin, and his ilk.

The voices call to Isaak, the voices sing to them in a harmony of exquisite anguish and despair. These voices don't use Isaak's name for they don't know it, but they implore Isaak all the same.

'Take us.' 'Devour us'. 'Free us.' 'Save us.' 'End us.' 'Please. Please. PLEASE.'

There were only two figures here in this decrepit food court, Jin, and Isaak, but right now, it would be easy to mistake them as being surrounded by an entire city's worth of people, given the way these voices and their anguished harmonies carried on.

"You hear them, don't you? All around you, all around us?" Jin suddenly leans forward, moving with a near imperceptible, supernatural speed, bringing his face mere inches from Isaak's now animalistic visage, his eyes burning with a fierce crimson glow, his voice smooth yet sinister, "You could have them and so much more, you could feast like you never have before, if you're smart."

As Jin spoke, the wind picked up again, its howl cutting through the voices that still pleaded and sung to Isaak, reminding them of its vicious and protective presence. There was something else that cut through the depraved harmony as well, something else riding on that wind, it was another voice, clearer yet disembodied, one that began to mirror everything that fell off Jin's lips.

"Take the gift."

Carried by the winds, that crimson-lit harmonious liquid begins ascending from the tabletop toward Isaak's hellish maw, as if it were blood flowing in reverse toward a severed artery.

"Take the gift and leave the hostilities, it will be easier for US ALL that way."

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFRIENDS. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ FRIEND.

The word alone, was enough to make the corners of eyes, crease so slightly ; the only tell, that its' agitation was growing. IT WAS NO SMALL CREATURE, TO BE MADE A MOCKERY OF, AND IT DID SO, ONCE, KNOW FRIENDSHIP. It knew the warmth, of companionship, it knew the LOVE, of a child, of a GENUINE FRIEND ; and too, did it know the loss of it. The emptiness, a FRIEND, left behind, the GOUGED HOLE, the lack of their presence instilled into any being that would be unfortunate enough, to be left bereft of it.

In most instances, Isaak, would not be so outwardly hostile. NO, IT WAS NOT MERCIFUL, and yes, it did so play with its' meals ... but this instance, was different. Where CLAWS, COULD NOT SWIPE, it was rendered ineffective, near. Forced, against the will it DID HAVE, to entertain a guest the MAW HAD ALLOWED WITHIN.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt has no interest, in this man's friendship. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It has no interest, in feigning companionship. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt had even less interest, in FORCING CIVILITY.

But, to articulate much of this, the FLURRY OF THOUGHT, that races through its' mind, was — to its' dismay — something of a struggle.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( You have to be quiet, Isaak. Daddy will hear you. )

It's grip, 'pon table is enough to crack TOUGH, THICK PLASTIC, as it leans forward, those bared teeth only pulling, in a smile wider. LASH, of wind, bothers it naught, and it knows it cannot be bought with faulty little prizes, with baubles and trinkets and TOYS. Whomever this man had been, who he was NOW, was not a man of great intellect. For, even the haughtiest, of arrogant fools, would SEE, would SENSE, that Isaak was not a creature to be treated with a FLIPPANT LIGHTNESS.

Eyes flicker, to that hideous coat, and for a moment, it pauses ; no... whatever would lie within, was not worth the risk. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNOTHING, WAS WORTH THE RISK.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ FI-I-IVE MINUTES. ❞

Static, that pours over its' voice is heavy, as its hair seems to near BRISTLE, long, pointed ears moving slightly back, a show of aggression, of irritation. For better, or for WORSE, it knew when to behave like an animal. As an animal.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( T-T-THI-I-INK, THEREF-F-FORE ... FORE ... )

It was a grace. Five minutes, was a grace. The breeze, whipping and wild, would be a problem. And though, the two could not be torn apart, themselves, that did not mean the HOST BODY, WAS IMMUNE TO DISMEMBERMENT. If it were to go about it .... it had to be clever. It had to be smart. It had to use the layout, of this place, to its' advantage. Every turn, every corner, crook and NICHE.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt would find a way. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It always did.

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Jin chuckled, listening to Gabriella tell tale of how hard it was to field unto him a no, tell tale of those in the past she had turned away, and how he was not cut from that same cloth, how he was a fire she was wholly unfamiliar with (in the most charming ways of course), and one who's flames she might deign to bask in. All with that alluring look on her face, too, with the weary though ever-present longing in her gaze-- Jin was certain that kingdoms past had been toppled over people as beautiful as Gabriella.

It was strangely flattering in a way, too, and delightful, oh so delightful, how Gabriella waxed darkly about him and motioned her thumb with (assumed) carnal fervor against the chalice stem, but what Jin found far more delightful, far more amusing, was the resolve of hers that had followed.

A bold claim it was, made as Gabriella pressed herself against Jin (in a way that drove him a little mad at that, far more than her little tease against the chalice stem moments before), the claim-- no, declaration that she, come what may, would not allow herself to be controlled or undone by Jin.

How amusing.

What a scene they had found themselves in. The two of them, party to and under the impression they led this dangerous, arcane dance shrouded in the threads of desire, both well aware of the poison coated sword of Damocles that hung overhead and dripped upon them its venom with every step they took, each believing they will be the one who crawls out from underneath tragedy alive should that tragedy fall or be wrenched from above and set upon them by the other.

It was awful in many respects and foolish to entertain, this dance with death-- death in the shape of a beautiful woman with emerald eyes who's voice plied words drenched in the most sickly sweet and irresistible toxin-- Jin knew it well, but it was immensely amusing, and for better or for worse, he couldn't get enough of it.

"To be mere kindling wouldn't do you justice, Meine Tollkirsche."

His Belladonna. In truth, maybe it was far too early for such names, far too early to even entertain the idea of Gabriella being his, (and maybe she never truly would be), but no better a moniker could Jin think of for Gabriella than that deadly nightshade.

"I promise, if there's to be an end for you in all of this, it will be nothing short of grand."

Jin spoke in a bit of jest, a dark tease, clearly meaning her no harm in the moment. Yet, Jin's words were also an acknowledgment of their dance's nature, and a promise that even at the lowest of lows they may fall together, he would never sell Gabriella short.

"If someone isn't overflowing with confidence after living for a few millennia," Jin said, after Gabriella finally pressed her lips to the chalice and sipped from it, taking that ever-daring plunge, "they are doing something horribly wrong."

Jin's words were smooth and rakish, but when he fixed Gabriella with his gaze in that moment, it was a look of great concentration. Jin peered directly into Gabriella's mischievous, flirtatious eyes, beyond her words, trying to truly grasp how his ancient, Reiryoku-filled blood had affected her.

Jin knew that someone like Gabriella would not be overwhelmed by his blood, but he was still curious nonetheless, and was surprised to see that she took it as smoothly as she had. Jin was pleased, though, pleased that Gabriella enjoyed that sip-- if fate saw fit, it wouldn't be the last time he allowed her to have that taste on her tongue.

Jin was then quiet for a time. Quiet as Gabriella pressed the chalice against him and let her flaxen locks brush against his cheek, as she spoke closely to his ear. Quiet as Gabriella stepped away ever so slightly and whispered her sickly sweet yet subtly vulnerable nothings.

When Gabriella finally let loose from her lips an answer, or something as good as one anyway, that's when Jin smirked wide and devilish, going on to say, "Yes, so I have it, and what music it is to my ears."

A few movements would carry Jin closer to Gabriella, practically against her, closing the already small distance she had made between them moments ago. With a single, smooth motion, Jin would take the chalice from Gabriella and set it down on a nearby ledge, and soon after, his hands found their way to her luscious hips, desire and monstrous hunger on his fingertips and within his crimson eyes.

"The only question now is, what should we do with the rest of our night?"

Boldy reaching for what hid behind that devastating and bewitching smile of Gabriella's, toward the tantalizing ruin he might find in her flesh, Jin's hands sensually trail upwards from her hips to her shoulders, and then back again, a slow motion that is teasingly repeated while he speaks, "Why don't you invite me inside?"

A few feet away, the sliding glass door that led into Gabriella's suite would open, seemingly pushed by a strong gust of wind that went on to mischievously circle the pair, before fading.

"Think of all the hours left before daylight, and all the ways we could spend them in each other's company; unless you have had enough for one night already."

Gabriella stood at the center of the balcony, the wind tousling her curls like whispered fingers, her breath caught halfway between defiance and surrender. The tension was no longer just palpable — it was alive, coiled around them like smoke, like a spell half-cast and humming for release. Jin’s voice still echoed behind her ribs, warm and cold all at once, a contradiction only a creature like him could embody so fully. His words, his movements — gods, that kiss — they lingered in her mouth, in her bones, in the wineglass that still vibrated faintly in her hand as if his Reiryoku had left fingerprints in the air itself.

He had taken her in his arms with a command that was silk-wrapped steel, pulled her into him as if the moonlight itself had orchestrated their union. When his mouth hovered at her neck, so close she could feel the soft exhale of his breath ghosting across her skin, her entire body had gone tense with expectation — not fear, but anticipation. Heat. Hunger. But then he’d hesitated. She knew what that meant.

It meant he’d sensed it; the thing she could not name, the thing curled deep in the hollow of her Soul, stirring just behind her skin, watching with ancient, yawning eyes from a place beyond reason. It had whispered when he held her. It had watched when he leaned in. And the witch could feel it now, purring with satisfaction in her chest, pressing gently against her sternum from the inside as if to say:

“Yes. That one.”

And still, Jin had chosen not to take her in that most dangerous way. He had stopped himself, which oddly enough, told her more than if he hadn’t. Her lips were still tingling from the kiss. He kissed like a man who had devoured centuries of the world and found it all wanting — until now. Her pulse thrummed behind her ears as she finally stirred, drawing a slow breath in through parted lips, then letting it out in a soft exhale. Her eyes flicked down to the wineglass in her hand. The glow had dimmed slightly, though it still shimmered like stardust caught in viscous crimson.

The rim was damp where her lips had almost touched it. Almost. How appropriate. Her voice, when it came, was low, lush, and unhurried — as if she were singing to him rather than speaking. “You make it so hard to say no,” she murmured, tilting the glass just enough to watch the liquid sway. “And that’s saying something. I’ve spent most of my life saying no — to monsters, to men, to temptation.” Her smile deepened, curling like smoke.

“But you, Jin… You say things in the same breath that burn and worship. That’s not something I’m used to.”

Her gaze rose to meet his. The witch didn’t step away. Not yet. She let the fire he’d stoked between them remain crackling, let him see the heat in her eyes, the wariness… and the want. “You’re right. I would’ve said no by now if that’s what I meant. I think you knew that even before you kissed me.” Her thumb idly stroked the stem of the glass — a subtle mimic of seduction, intentional or not. “But understand this, Jin…” She stepped forward, just an inch, her chest brushing against his. “I may want the fire — may even let myself burn for it — but I’ll never be kindling.”

Her words dropped like a velvet hammer between them, weighted but soft, bold and sensual all at once. She wasn’t just a prize or a mystery or a flare of beauty in the dark. She was danger with perfume on her skin. She would not be tamed, and she would not be consumed without cost. Still, her body didn’t move away from his. The glass between them trembled, and Gabriella raised it again — slow, theatrical — until the rim hovered at her lips.

“For the record…” she said, voice velvet and fire, “that kiss?” Her eyes narrowed with flirtatious mischief. “You almost made me say yes right then and there.” She took a single sip. It wasn’t deep just a taste, a slip of the strange wine and its mingled essences across her tongue. Immediately, she felt her veins stir in response. It was as if a cathedral of sensation had opened in her mind: light flooding the dark, a subtle thrum awakening every nerve. There was power in it, yes, but also intent. And something beneath the flavor, something that spoke of Jin himself, the age of him, the ache of him, the weight of centuries turned into sweetness.

She shivered, not from cold, but from something far more primal. Her lips parted with a breathless sound, the barest exhale that hinted at pleasure and restraint. “That’s definitely not from any vineyard I’ve ever known,” she murmured, letting her tongue brush her bottom lip. “And yet…” She smirked. “There’s a hint of you in it. You bleed like you speak — rich and far too confident.” Now she leaned in, letting her hand — the one still holding the glass; trail down to press lightly against his chest, feeling the quiet strength beneath his shirt. Her head tilted, her golden hair brushing his cheek as she spoke close to his ear.

“If I say yes,” she whispered, her breath warm, her tone wicked, “will you kiss me like that again?” Then she pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. The challenge was still there, but something else had joined it now, something softer, a vulnerability she rarely showed. “But if I say yes…” she said, quieter, “I’m not just going for the scenery. You know that don’t you?” The truth hung there spoken in her eyes more than her voice. If she went with him, she wouldn’t be content to stay on the sidelines, untouched, unread. She would want to know him, too. To see the shadows in his Soul the same way he hunted the ones in hers.

And maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t afraid of them. With that, Gabriella lowered her glass, the last of its glow flickering gently in her hand. “Well, Jin,” she said, stepping back with the sway of a dancer, and flashing him a sly, devastating smile over her shoulder, “you asked for an answer.” She paused in the moonlight, her silhouette a siren’s promise in silk and shadow. “You have it.”

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WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL LOOK LIKE?

a shadowed figure within a void

You are the flickering shape in the darkness. The echo of something lost. Are you even there at all, really?

Does anyone see what you are beyond the darkness that surrounds you? You were the first to lose yourself. You stumbled in the dark, and in trying to find who you are, you picked up all the wrong pieces of broken things.

Can you still say that you are you, if you have torn yourself apart and stitched yourself together with every monstrous replacement you could find? What is it that you think will make you whole again? Do you think that your teeth and claws can protect you? There is no monster trying to harm you. There is only you, and nothing can protect you from yourself if you insist upon your own self-destruction.

You are the villain of your own story.

There is no one you have harmed more than yourself.

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They're dead because of you