#ghurl im so rusty it's been months since ive written

[jiusyn]

"Make me forget."

This raises a brow from Kafka's usual lax features.

"Haven't I done that every single time we engage in our acts of hatred towards one another?"

Himeko grits her teeth, cheeks flushed with embarrassment upon hearing the words.

"It's not that." Himeko's grip around Kafka's collar loosens, until her warmth no longer reaches Kafka.

Her head hangs low, teeth biting within her gums to say the right words. The right ones for a request. A favor.

"Like you who does not feel fear. I too would want to sacrifice a part of me. Lose a part of what I discern as a detriment."

Kafka chuckles, "You got it quite wrong sweetie," her palm hovering for Himeko's idling ones, measuring when to come in contact with it, "Fear had never been a part of me. So whatever it is you have to offer, is not a lick of what sacrifice might entail. Sacrifice tends to be subjective, after all."

Kafka's hand then rises. Her fingers clenching in the slightest to produce webs of stinging purple cutting through space, holding Himeko in place.

"But since you've made all the effort to find me while I am waiting for a parcel of scripts, I'll let you keep me company."