#>>stxr-stxlen

[starlight-sung]

“͟͡͞W̴̸̕͢h̀́y̢͡ ̶̛͡͠s̵̛h̵̀͘ǫ̷̶̸ù̴̷́l̶͠ḑ̷̕͞ ̵̷̀I̧̧̕͡ ̷̴̧͢͡a͏̢͟ṕ̸o̸̡͞͡l̴̸͠ò̕g̢i͡s̵͝͝͝e̴͏ ̨͜f̵͜͟͞o̸̕͟r̀͢͟҉ ̀͏w̶͢͢h̕͢ơ̵̢̡ ̡҉̸̡Ì̧̀̀ ̴̵́͜a̧̛͘͢ḿ͟?͏̡҉ ̢҉͡͠Ņ̶̧ó̶̸͜͝ ̧͘o̸͏̵ń̸҉͏é̶͞͏’͘͟͏s̴҉͢͠ ̷̶҉e͜͠v͘҉̷̕e̢͘͢r̷̢̧̀͜ ̵̕a̶̷͝͞p̸̀̀͘͢o̡͡l̡͘͞o̡͢g͠͝í̡s̵̡̀e͝͏ḑ̴̕ ̸́f̨͢͝͠͏o͠͏̢r̀͜ ̴̧̀͢͢m̨̛a̵͟ķ̶͠͠҉i̸̵̶̷n̵͜g̴̶̛̀̕ ̵̕҉͠m̵͜ȩ̴ ̷̨͘͠t̢͟͜͜h̡i͞s͢ ̸͘͘͢w̸̨a̶̴͟͞͡y̶̡͡.̸́̕͡͞”̸͢͝͞ ̀

Sung looks up from the beaker of juice. "No one asked you to apologize. However, I do recall apologizing to you multiple times before."

[lo0rdtupperware]

"O̷h͟͞, ̢̡̛i͞s̷̢ ̷̧ţh̴i͞ś ̴̢̕h̀͘҉ơw ͢ỳo͡u̶̧͜ ̡͠l̛o̷̡o͟k ́̀͟n͜o҉͘w͜? ͏̨Ca͢n'̡̛t̸҉ ̵҉́sày̛ ̷̀í̶t̶'͡s ̡a͏͡n҉ ͘i̴̶̡m̨͢pr̷͟o̷̧ve̷̸̢m̢͢͏e̵n̸͢t́.̷ ̷M̸a͏͢yb͝e̶͡ ̀w͡e ̵n̷̷͠ę̴҉e̕͠d̢̕͠ ţo̸͡ ̵c͢͏ųt o̢f̴̛̕f́ ̵t̴h͝͏o͝s̶̷e͜͏̀ ̸͞h̢͞ǫ̷̧r̴̨r͝͠id̸ ҉̧w̢͏̶i͞n͠gs͏̛͡,̸ ̢̀t̷҉hąt̴'̶d ͘m̸̧á͞ke͝ ̨it҉ ͞b̵ętt̀͞ȩ̵͝r͢.͟"̸ ̷̵͠

Phobos’ hands jump to his wings immediately, trailing down the fuzz. “Don’t... don’t even think about it,” he signs. “What would you gain?”

[synthesis-complete-blog]

"̵̧̡͜W̕͟͢h̸̢͏a͏̧͝͡ţ͟͞҉ ̴͜h̨͞͠a҉̷̴̧v̴̨͟e͏̵̕ ̨́͜͝͠y̸̸ǫ̵̧҉ư̴ ̶̢d̷̸͞o̕͜͝͝n̵̵͏̡ȩ͢͟͏ ͏͘t̵̛̛͢͏ơ̵̢͡ ̧͏̢͜͝ý̶҉o̕̕͠ú̀͞r͏̴̡̛s̴҉̡͝é̶̸͘͢l͘͘͡f̴̵͠,̶̨͠͞ ̷̷̴̛c̴̶̡͡h̷̴̶͢i̴̛̛͞l̶̡d͢͡͡?̡͜ ̴͟͠I͡t͡ ͘i̵̸͘͡s̶͡͡.͘͝.̢̛͠͝҉.̷͡.̛.̨҉̕͝ ͡͞҉f͏̀a̷̴͘m̸̨̨͢i̵͝l̛͢i̡̛͘͡a͘͞͡r̴.̡̨͏́"̷̵́͞ ̶͘͟

“Oh, no. Not you again. Come show yourself this time, huh? Enough fun.”

[starlight-sung]

"None of what we had was ever real, was it?" \\stxr-stxlen

"All of it was real," Sung says quietly, back in his own body and sitting in his lab next to a newly woken Ennui. "Every single moment, I swear to you."

[lo0rdtupperware]

"̷̢̨Ḑ҉͞i̧͢d̛̛̕͠ ̀̀͞͝͡y̕͢͠o̡͝҉͞ù̸ ͏͞ḿ̴i͜͟͝s̡̀̕̕s̷̀͢ ̧́͞͝m̴̸͝͡e̷͢?͜͜"́ ̴̶̡͡͠

“I didn’t, really. Thank you very much for stopping by, but I don’t want you here.”

[lo0rdtupperware]

They don't say anything when they appear before Phobos, simply tossing a crystal at him before disappearing again. The surface glimmers like a harvester, but the gem is shaped like a teardrop, with the top twisted. It's thin, shattering against his chest immediately and drenching him in more of its strange contents, a combination of smoke and liquid.

Phobos gasps as it shatters against his chest, spraying him in smoke that he can’t help but breathe in and liquid that drenches him from head to toe. Immediately, he’s coughing, and he feels panic overtake him.

“F-fuck, no, no, NO!”

He’s shouting, a sob quickly taking over him, as tears slip under his mask. He’s covered in liquid from the harvester, and he doesn’t know what that means.

For the first time in a very long time, Phobos is incredibly, incredibly afraid.

[synthesis-complete-blog]

@stxr-stxlen from (x)

“You. You’re Boredom, huh?” June scoffs, balling her fists at her side. “Glad you see you finally got the balls to show your damn face around here.”

[lo0rdtupperware]

"̵͠҉͢Ì̡̀͢͝ ̶̵́͠h҉̴̢͢͝a̶̶̕͜͞v̨͢e̸̢n̷̛҉̸̀'̸̕̕͢͢t̴҉ ̴̀f̵̵҉̛o̧͏̴r̶̴͜g̴̸̴̨͡o̶̢t̡͞t̡̕͏e͘͠҉n̶̶ ̴̴̢̕͡m̸̴̸͝y̵͡ ̧͟͟p̨̧̡͘͘r̴͢͢͝ơ̢̕͠͠m͝͞i҉ş͘͞e̴̕͟.̸̷́͘"͏̴ ̴̛́̕͟

Phobos tenses.

“Your promise...”