#dark dissecting every single interaction up to date vs kimi watching dark's feather blow away in the wind and singing to herself about unag

[dnangelic]

@kirakiras asked : ∧,,,∧ （ ・ω・）hi. 　 ( つ🕯️O 　 と＿)_) i have to send this back of course, if you'll take it u_u if they have thoughts // send me 🕯️ to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

' ... i don't get her . ' and maybe that's where everything both started and ended , his very own utter speechlessness over her person and her behaviors . far beyond every failed initial flirtation was the deep mystery of her function ; just what sort of idea was he meant to have of her , anyways ? somebody who hadn't the first clue over his identity and didn't express the slightest interest in his heists or escapades . someone who had slowly come to recognize him regardless .

--- or was that just another trick of the mind ?

what sensation that had begun to be fostered at the thought of her was nothing like one-sided loathing . he understood his role and its every limitation : the only thing he could ever do was impress and imprint , but mimiko seemed largely immune to that sort of thing . the careful craft of a phantom thief legend collapsed at her feet , and while she hadn't so much as attempted to dismantle it by herself , it left its bearer at a vanishing loss . we're still at such different ends , after all .

candy apple crafts and the simplicity of wanting to , then wearing a particular shirt . he couldn't even imagine it , living like that , the purpose of an artwork's existence one of both witness and witnessing ; the self-chosen purposes of his own shallow and vacant beyond grand , spectacular night-time thefts . yet even if she seemed the sort to be readily capable of both listening and thinking beyond her otherwise denied sights and attentions , dark would never speak of his various circumstances ; no part of him wished to be pondered .

was it better , thus , to be nothing more than a vanishing stranger or a brief , fleeting dream ? he doesn't know why he might have craved an ounce of her gaze in the first place . just as he was sure that he was to her , she should have been nothing more than one person to him . and yet , it was still the first time that anything like this had ever happened . maybe that was why --- the hungry echoes and dissatisfied pangs of his empty insides worsened .

( dark ... are you okay ? )

' i feel like i'm getting mixed messages . '

( huh ? from eto-san ? but --- i don't think it's anything that complicated . is it because of the apple ? you gave her candy , so it's only right that she gave you something back too , isn't it ? although ... she did put some of what you gave her into the candy that she gave to me ... )

' that's exactly why --- ! ... ugh , forget it . in any case , as long as you're there , everything should be fine . '

( wha --- me ?! but what am i supposed to do ?! )

' just be yourself , daisuke ! i'm counting on you ! '