#i also proceeded to get a lil crazy so don't even worry <3 asdf

[quietlyblooms]

ashamed, her gaze fell to the ground before chiyo shut her eyes altogether. she didn't want to look at the pointless carnage ( all that death, and she couldn't even keep the blood down; all that death, and she was still so fucking hungry ).

her eyes snapped open as the stranger took another step forward. he wasn't concerned about the scavengers in the slightest, nor did he appear wary of her. he carried little emotion at all, in fact, aside from a smile that did not reach his eyes. darling, he called her, chastising her like they were familiar; were it not for the situation, she might have found it endearing to see this man so willing to help her clean up. as it was, chiyo stared at him, baffled as he encouraged her to come closer with his handkerchief in hand. he wasn't reacting at all like a normal person.

that could only mean he wasn't normal.

suspicion and apprehension kept chiyo rooted to her spot, leaving the dead scavengers and her bile between her and the man. " i might, " chiyo replied, voice low and breathy -- practically a whisper. there wasn't any point in pretending she wasn't the monster lurking in the woods. he knew.

in the dark, chiyo's eyes appeared nearly as dark as his, yet hers held a glimmer that the man's did not. could not. her gaze flickered between the scavengers and him. she swallowed the saliva that pooled in her mouth, brow furrowing in disgust and discomfort. " i'm still hungry. "

There was something so utterly fascinating about the lengths to which despair could go; A terribly human emotion that he could only hope to mimic one day. The tears. The puffy, pink eyes. It was delectable every single time that he was able to witness it ( & most often, be the reasoning for such . . . or even end it )

Some cosmic force must be smiling down upon him as he dared to take a walk through the thicket of this place; Or perhaps it had been cruelly playing with whoever he dared to encounter. He hears the noises, thinks of a simple woman tearing up about the usual mundane miseries . . . Though, finds himself pleasantly surprised by a sight the normal would consider gruesome.

But he wasn't normal.

And thus, an empty, replicated smile would split on his carmine lips. There was blood. So much of it. The pungent metallic scent filled his nostrils & he couldn't help but inhale deeply. "It's not . . . ?" His voice is a soft, charming baritone as his oil-black irises flicker over the animal-like corpses. "But they're dead already, aren't they?" And his gaze narrows on her, as if silently saying; Because of you, right?

To get a taste of raw human emotion; It never ceased to fill him with something short of euphoria. No matter how she'd stumble backwards, attempting to put distance between them — He would take another step towards her, same lukewarm smile remaining. "Oh, darling . . . You got yourself all dirty, haven't you?" One of his hand reaches into his pocket, retrieving a handkerchief whilst the other beckons for her to come closer. "Don't worry, I won't bite." It was pointed. Of course; It wasn't hard to put two & two together with all that blood staining her chin. What she was? It didn't quite matter to him . . . For now, at least.