#;Red-Twig Ghoul [TIIR]

[the-ghoul-remains]

@hail-the-one-eyed-king‘s Arima no longer knows what to do to stop his son (our Black Reaper) from crawling back to his toxic ex/boyfriend/ex/boyfriend/ex/bo - ( @blood-driven )

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[blood-driven]

The words from his enemies mouth started to annoy him. How self depictive how privileged to hold hatred. What peace would that bring to the pups he claimed to life up and throw to the wind? How stupid, how annoying. His tone took a turn for the worse a snarl in his throat as he spoke. "You think I have not dreamed of death? You think I have no wished for a never ending night to swallow me whole and coat me in the warmth of denial? You speak so highly of your kin yet you let yourself rot with poisoned veins? How selfish. Just like a dove."

His breath was picking up, shallow and fast. Why? Why did he care. It was for reaper he concluded pushing back any form of feelings for this man. This was for his -

Tiir snarled now, the sound escaping his throat as his emotions began to bleed into his behavior. "You will leave your pup to the darkness alone? Your wings are bent and broken but they are wings still. You seek your own destruction in your missery what good will you do to any of them? What good do you do to -"

He had to stop himself again the final word unable to come free. "what good do you do to ME" In frustration of his conflicting and confusing feeling the Red-twig ghoul smashed his fist against the brick. Not so hard to shatter it but a sickening crack still echoed in the constipated space.

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[the-ghoul-remains]

@blood-driven​

  “Shut your whining, these visits are monitored.”

IT WAS NO SHOCK, just how calm and collected the Black Reaper had appeared at that moment. The one that brought so much pain - even though there were also many moments of sheer joy between them - sealed behind thick glass and properly neutralized by RC Suppressants. All abilities granted to a ghoul by their kakuhou; the use of kagune, regeneration, superhuman durability... they were all stripped away from Tiir at that moment, deeming him as weakened and P A T H E T I C as the humans he preyed upon.

THERE WAS NOTHING TO FEAR. Nothing to flinch back away from. The Red-Twig Ghoul could bare his teeth and thrash all he wanted, however in his current state he would break all his teeth and fingers before leaving a scratch on The Black Reaper.

THIS... T H I S what power truly felt. Reaper knew to not let any of it show upon his features - not that A N Y expression could be noticeable on him on normal occasions either. But yes, this was true. At that moment he feel prideful and powerful, managing to tuck away the regret and terror bubbling beneath the surface. This was N O T the time to worry for Tiir’s safety.

IT’S NOT LIKE H E EVER CARED FOR THE REAPER’S.

‘ DIDN’T HE? ‘

THE URGE TO CALL THE YOUNGER INVESTIGATOR his usually-given nickname and hiss at him to S H U T   T H E   F U C K   U P was, too, tucked away along the fright and anxiety. No... N O T H I N G will dare ruin this feeling for him right now. It can all wait for later.

“Binge-eating, resisting arrest, two charges of kidnapping... You’re lucky to still be breathing, Red-Twig.” Reaper said so casually, as if this ghoul in front of him meant nothing to him. Truth be told - at T H A T very moment... yes. Yes, Tiir meant N O T H I N G to him. He couldn’t.

IF REAPER D A R E D REVEAL HIS TRUE FEELINGS, he wouldn’t be seeing the outside world again.

“You better find a way to be of use to the CCG or we’ll have to dispose of you within the next few days.”

[the-ghoul-remains]

@blood-driven​

WHAT A FOOLISH MORON. Reaper found himself cursing Tiir’s name throughout his walk to the visitation room. By now, the Red-Twig ghoul should have been redressed in his gown and properly fed the same nasty stew Haise and Reaper have been stuffing in their faces by the CCG... only that Reaper started donating his own meals and instead preying on ghouls when he could. Whatever was in that S H I T , it was downright V I L E .

PASSING THROUGH THE DOOR, the black dove corrected his hollow eyes on the glass and the eyes peering back at him from behind them. His part of the room was dimly lit, while Tiir was shroud in darkness, but he preferred it this way. He wished to avoid all eye-contact with Tiir for he felt a mixture of things, none of them being pleasant. In his hands was a paper folder which he rested in front of the glass as he sat down in his chair, staring down at his gloved hand for a long minute. The hand which he previously fed to Tiir to have the ghoul regain his strength and beat him, losing his glove in the progress and exposing his crumbling-apart body to him. He was the first to ever see how his arm looked like beneath the now-gloved hand.

“Red-Twig. I hope you’ve grown comfortable enough to comply with questioning.” He coldly said, as if the two have shared nothing. Reaper’s tone could even be described as A C C U S A T O R Y if one dare say. His clad red fingers rested on the folder before finally rising back up to look at the taller figure. It was an extreme change in dynamic - the ghoul who always had his leverage and power over him, who took and took and T O O K now dressed in a hospital gown, at the CCG’s mercy. Reaper being the one groomed and dressed well, composed and in control... for the very first time since they first met.