#but if nothing else it would mean i get to draw tenshi again and is that in itself not worth it

[red-dyed-sarumane]

my 15 year old self was so right for this btw

I started this on tuesday  im so tired of working on it but i did try really hard

A bunch of my favorite characters for both me & my 214(+) followers~

[tenshiscientia]

I’m Sorry...

*Click Click Click*

The heels to my boots moved quickly and precisely down the hall. I had one destination and I was not going to falter from it. When Ravus had returned from the Alter of the Hydrean, I had only caught a glimpse of him. But the glimpse I had caught terrified me. I quickened my pace and rounded the corner.

I was close to his quarters now. I happened to look down and I saw wet boot prints leading themselves out before me. My fears were confirmed. Reaching Ravus's quarters, I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. The door cracked open and I saw a small glimpse of him.

He must have realized it was me, because before I knew it the door was flung wide open and I was yanked inside. Slamming the door shut behind me, Ravus paced to the other side of the room and picked a towel up off the back of his desk chair tossing it over his head. He was soaking wet just as I thought he had been.

"Ravus, you need to get out of that coat too or you're going to catch cold..." I started.

"I'm fine." his voice was icy as he replied, not even bothering to turn around to face me.

I recoiled in shock from how he spoke. He had never spoken to me like that. His voice was always gentle and kind when he spoke to me. He would always smile at me. This Ravus in front of me, the cold tone, the way he wouldn't look at me...I didn't know him.

"Ray, please..." I started, my voice pleading and soft.

"STOP IT!" he yelled as his body moved lightning fast across the room to press mine against the wall beside the door, the towel fluttering to the ground, his heterochromatic eyes burning into my own pale lavender.

His Magitek hand took hold of my right wrist tightly, drawing it up level with my head. I glanced over at it, noticing that his hand was tightening more and more finally becoming painful.

"Ray, please...you're hurting me..." I whimpered out finally.

His forehead dropped to my shoulder, slowly moving to press his face into my throat.

"Hurting you..." his voice was barely a whisper, his breath ghosting its way across my throat.

His hand loosened but drew my wrist down so my hand rested over where his heart was.

"Do you feel how I am hurting, Angel?" he asked.

A confused noise left my throat. I didn't understand his question. Did he mean that he was hurt? Or had something else happened?

"I-I don't understand Ray."

He pulled my hand back so that the other could undo the snaps to his coat. Slowly, a thin black singlet stretched over taught muscles was revealed. He pulled my wrist back his chest so once again, my hand was pressed over his heart.

"Now do you feel?" he questioned once more.

Ravus's heart was pounding a staccato rhythm under my hand. Hard and strong, fierce in its intensity.

"You hurt me whenever I hear your voice beg me for something. You hurt me when you won't listen to me when I tell you to stay safe. I lost Luna today..." his voice faded away as he confessed something that greatly pained him, then came back as he confessed something that had always been in his heart, "I don't want to lose you, Tenshi. I can't lose you. For I love you far too much to do so."

My breath caught in my throat, my own heart beating fast as well. Ravus Nox Fleuret...Ravus, High Commander of the Imperial Army...my Ray...loved me. Just an ordinary, everyday girl, that had come to Fenestala Manor when I had taken a fine blow to my head. I had wandered out into the sylleblossom fields though I had been told not to, and had become dizzy. Unable to walk back to the Manor I had gotten stuck out in the field.

To my surprise and wonder, a young man in white found me sitting out there. Even more to my surprise that it was the Oracles brother, Ravus. And that was where everything had started...and thus led us to right here.

"Ravus..." my voice was barely there, no more than a breath of air, and I felt a shiver run through Ravus's body, then warm wetness dripped its way down my chest.

"Oh Ray..." my voice came out stronger this time.

My free hand drifted up and entangled itself deep into his hair, locking him against me. I didn't want him to move, didn't want him to pull away. I just wanted the world around us to melt away and let us stay like this forever. But cruel reality came back to the both of us too easily as I felt his body begin to tremble beneath my fingers.

"Six Ray, your trembling. You need to get changed and warmed up." I whispered, pushing him back and looking up at him, "Please Ray, I don't want you to get sick."

Finally, the smile I was used to seeing from him spread across his face and he let me lead him across the room to his ensuite.

"Get in there and get dried off. Don't worry about your hair, I'll get to that. I'll bring you some clothes and leave them next to the door. When you come back out bring a towel and brush so I can deal with your hair." I shoved him in the room before he could say anything, "By the way, I'm stealing a shirt to wear since you decided to soak my uniform by pinning me to the wall."

I heard a soft, low chuckle as the door shut, knowing he would be fine with whatever I brought him and whatever I decided to steal out of his wardrobe. Walking over to the closet, I pulled it open and started rifling through it. I really hated all the things that the Imperial army had given him and wished he had been able to find things of his own. But it really didn't matter. I pushed through a bunch of of dress shirts and the like until I came upon a shirt that I actually recognized.

It was one that he had worn back in Tenebrae, before the Imperials came and the fires had consumed it. Pulling it out, I brought it down against my chest, gazing at it in wonder. How had he managed to save it? Burying my face in the fabric, I took in a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of sylleblossoms. It even still smelled of Tenebrae...

Reaching back into the closet I pulled down another hanger with a pair of sleep pants on it that I thought would be okay for Ravus to sleep in. Pulling open a drawer below, I reached in and randomly picked up a pair of undergarments as well. I doubted he would like me rifling through them for a specific set, though the look on his face if I told him I had would have been worth it and entirely priceless at the same time. Carrying the clothes back over to Ravus's ensuite, I placed his set of clothes on a chair just outside the door. I turned and walked to another door that led to a different room and slipped inside that so I could pull my clothes off and pull on the old shirt from Tenebrae.

Walking back out into the main room, I found Ravus dressed in the sleep pants I had pulled from his closet, trying to hang his coat up properly. He was making slightly frustrated noises as his coat refused to cooperate with him. A small giggle escaped me as I walked over to help him. Slipping up beside him, I added my hands to the mix of straightening out his coat and within a matter of minutes we had the cumbersome thing all fixed up. It would need to be cleaned and pressed later, but at least it wouldn't be as bad.

Ravus still had a towel around his neck, so I gently grabbed a hold of it and pulled him over to the bed and pushed him down onto it. Pulling the towel off his shoulders, I threw it over his head and started to dry out his hair as a mother would a young child.

"Gah, Tenshi! What are you? Stop, right now!" he insisted from under the towel, his voice slightly muffled.

I shook my head and rubbed the towel against his hair a little harder as I laughed.

"Sorry Ray, you were the one who went and got yourself soaked. Now I have to get your hair dried off. Just think of how cross I would be with you if you ended up sick." I teased him.

His hand reached up and yanked the towel out of my grasp, and he turned to glare at me over his shoulder. I blinked my eyes at him for a moment before bursting out in a fit of laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" he tried to sound angry, but I could tell it was fake.

"Y-you...pfft...you look like haha, like a wet, disgruntled chocobo, ahahaha! Pfthahaha, with all its, hahaha its feathers ruffled! Hahahahaha!" I started rolling side to side on the bed, tears pooling at the corners of my eyes from laughing so hard.

A scowl plastered itself onto Ravus's face. Reaching his hand up, he ran a hand through his hair...or at least he tried to. As soon as his hand met the silvery-white strands, he understood what I was laughing about. His hair was a tangled mess and was ruffled up in almost every direction.

"You fix this mess this instant, Tenshi!" He huffed at me, grabbing his brush off the bedside table and thrusting it into my hands.

"Pfft, hahaha! Okay, okay Ray. I'm sorry! You just look so cute with your hair puffed up like that!" I giggled, taking the brush.

"I am not cute!" he hissed, turning his back on me and sulking until I started to brush his hair out.

"Oh Ray. You would never understand..." I whispered as I smiled, slowly running the brush through his hair, "The day I first met you back in Tenebrae, I thought you were cute. As we got older, you were still cute. Though you did get more and more handsome by the day. Even now, you are still cute to me. Hell at times, you are adorable.

You will always be cute to me, Ray. Nothing you say or do will change that. No matter how much you deny it, no matter how much you hate it. You're my cute Ray-Ray. My Sun, the Light in my dark sky.

Nothing will ever change that. Nothing could ever change that. When you found me out in the sylleblossom fields back in Tenebrae, I had been stuck out there. I lied to you that I had just decided to stay out there. You saved me, and when you did, you simultaneously stole my heart in the process.

What I'm trying to say Ravus, is that I can't lose you either, for I love you as well."

A twitch ran through Ravus's body. He silently turned, pulling the brush from my hand an setting it on the night stand. Dragging me to lay down on the bed beside him despite not being covered by the sheets of the bed, he pulled me against his chest so his chin rested over the crown of my head. His Magitek arm rested over my hip, his hand palming my lower back, the metal cool for now but it would warm up soon as the heat of my body melted into it.

"One day, Tenshi..." I heard him whisper, his voice rough with an emotion I couldn't identify, and he wouldn't let me look at his face so I could see his expression, "One day, I will reclaim Tenebrae as its rightful king. And you will stand beside me crowned as Tenebrae's queen, dressed in the most beautiful of silks of all Eos has to offer, the most beautiful gems will adorn the crown you will bear. The sylleblossom fields will bloom again...and perhaps if you are willing to bless me with the privilege and honor, our children will run through those fields. Enjoying them as my sister, my mother and father, and you and I once did. This I swear to you."

My breath hitched. I knew Ravus meant this. He rarely said things with such conviction, such determination in his voice. He was going to reclaim Tenebrae for the two of us, I knew he would. We would be together, the two of us, and we would be able to start over.

"Yeah, We can do that. We'll go back to Tenebrae. We'll rule it together, and we'll both watch our children run through the sylleblossom fields. It's a promise Ravus, one I'll help you keep." I whispered back.

I felt the gentle press of slightly chapped lips to my forehead and I smiled. Yes, finally I was happy again...and so was Ravus.

[mahouproject-one]

Disappearing Act || Chapter Five || Execution

As smoke dissipates from the murky basins to take form, Kris strips off his jacket and flings it high up in the air. It falls on an empty podium stand, and for the briefest of moments you wonder if he actually performed the first bit of true magic you would have seen him do in the castle’s interior. Then you feel the all too familiar tug as the basins of golden light draw you into their depths, blanketing your eyes in luster for what feels like the longest time.

And suddenly, darkness. When your vision adjusts to the lack of lighting, you see the moon.

[ CW: drowning; water/underwater; stabbing; gunfire; chest/neck trauma; mild trypophobia ]

A crumbling pier under the night sky, the endless ocean twinkling against the many stars in the sky. A spotlight turns itself on, revealing Kris as he struggles against the ropes that binds his chest and limbs to the wooden chair he’s sitting on. The Hitman is conscious in his decision not to shake too wildly - the hind legs of the chair are close enough to the pier’s edge that one wrong move would send him toppling over into the waters, never to rise again. Unfortunately, this also means he doesn’t appear to be going anywhere, and his end appears in the form of a figure, whose distinctive appearance causes Kris to widen his eyes.

Sollith Izumi, or a facsimile of her, strides into his field of view, gaunt and faded but as stately and imposing as she had been not a day prior.

He winces. This wasn't what he expected to be shown after the last time he had delved into the golden basin, but then again Mi-Ke's execution wasn't the same as their scenario had been too. It made sense, though - while he had imposed justice on behalf of those who couldn't in life, the circumstances of this castle meant justice could be delivered at the hands of those he had wronged personally. And as she stepped closer, Kris’ fingers felt around for the lock that kept him chained to the chair. Sliding out a pencil (because of course he had it on hand, why would now be any different?) he only had enough time and concentration to place its tip within the inside of the keyhole before the first hit catches him across the face.

It's not easy to keep your bearings against the furious, vengeful beatdown of a SHSL Brawler. Another blow causes him to start bleeding from his mouth, lip bloody and bruised. A third gives him the start of a black eye as you feel his pain, her pain, the buildup of blood in his mouth. Sollith rears back for a fourth, when Kris spits out the gob of blood at her face, causing her to whiff it. At the same time, you hear a click as the ropes drop away from the chair, and he does not waste any time leaping to his feet before he lashes out with the 2B.

She didn't get her title from simply watching her opponents telegraphed attacks. Sollith handily dodged the frenzied attack, before her closed fist closed the distance between them. The dynamic punch, straight and true, knocks the wind out of him as Kris reels back unsteadily, bringing him ever closer to the edge of the pier but not over. Then a familiar pair of hands wrap around the boy’s waist from behind, and as your field of view shifts to look you recognize the dog mask. And if you were at that fateful sports festival not too long ago… then you would have figured what comes next.

“Oh for fu-” Whatever else he could have said is drowned out by the swirling, murky waters as Shiba suplexes them off the edge into the sea.

Your vision goes into flux as water distorts what little you can see. But Kris doesn't have to see to know what's coming next, and as voices fill your ears you can recognize some; and his headspace, your headspace, recognizes the rest. Cold, dead arms encircle your entire being, familiar and freezingly cold, as Mi-Ke, Miyu and two other people rise up from the depths. The Inferi that looks like the Feline Behaviorist places a sloppy wet kiss onto his cheek, and croons into his ear, clear as day, “Stay, Shizu… don't you want to stay?”

“There's nothing you need to do anymore… you don't have to try that hard for those ungrateful people…” Not-Miyu tugged on his legs, as the combined weight of all the phantoms continued to sink him further into the dark.

“It's been so long… I'll finally get to see you after waiting for you… I always wished you had shown up in that alleyway… Until I couldn't hope anymore.” This one’s voice you have never heard, but Kris clearly recognizes the redhead. “You got your justice for me… And now justice will take you too…”

The last one swims into view, and the blue hair, lighter and softer but belonging to a girl that many of you know all too well, frames a tearful, tired face. “Let go, niisan… Shizuka, I want you to go home… I’ll follow  you home…” She leans in and holds his head up to look at her, and you stare into the simultaneously empty yet so  full eyes of Mei Matsuoka. “I’ll be safe with you…”

And for the briefest of moments, he wants to believe that he should just give up at long last.

Then a glint of lead flashes in the moonlight as the pencil buries itself deep into Mei’s chest. Her specter falls away with an agonizing cry even as he swings the writing instrument in an arc to slam into Masashi, forcing the second of four to dissipate into shadow. Those he can pretend were never real, because if they were and they were here then he was already past the point of no return. With what's left of his lower body strength, Kris pulls Miyu’s phantom up from her perch by his legs, and draws both her and Mi-Ke into a tight hug.

They explode into bubbles and once again, he's alone to fight his own fight.

It’s agonizingly long and painful to experience drowning in its entirety. But unholy strength seems to surge through his muscles as he swims for the surface just a couple of feet away. Every nerve in his body is screaming bloody murder, and his lungs have definitely taken in more than its fair share of water, but the stubborn Hitman just won't die. His fingers just breach the cool air once again when it happens.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

The roar of a submachine gun is the only warning you get as a hail of bullets crash through the water’s edge. The first round tears through your neck in a flash of pain, and then you're pulled back out of the vision to witness what's left of the execution.

Too close to even attempt to dodge, Kris’ body is immediately peppered with holes as the 9x19mm parabellum rounds penetrate his body. Weakened by water resistance, they don’t cause as much damage had they would have been if shot above-ground… But the percussive force from each bullet sends him away from the water’s edge in a final fuck-you to the magician, who can no longer respond to the sudden and dramatic gangland-style execution.

Like his sworn sister and his lovecat before him, Kris Tenshi was always destined for a death in the depths. But for once, he finally looks to be at peace, his eyes closed and palms down. There’s nothing left for him to do but to drift away, deeper and deeper into the abyss.

Where all lost things reunite in time.

Kris Tenshi ███████ ████████, the SHSL Street Magician ██████, has been executed.