xxcruentis:

thunder runs deep fear by its sound
alone; mimicking a faithful night of
two gunshots aimed at a fawn’s head.
he was to become a trophy hunt, with
glass eyes and calm expression,
mounted above a fireplace. it is by the
nature of fear that he seeks the comfort
of another.

“Okay.. but you have to tell me
                what dare means first.”

              it’s a somewhat relieving feeling – it causes pride to
            bloom upon both cheeks, scarlet red declaring it’s presence
              upon both cheeks, she likes telling other people what to
             do, what to say – what to think. but she’s not very
             knowledgable about the human culture, so she takes
               more pride in bragging about such knowledge.

           ❝ it’s part of a fun game. basically
              i tell you to do something & you          
              have to do it & then i do the same.❞

#xxcruentis  #; i prefer to have it in this format  #; closed  

xxcruentis:

( he shakes his head as an
  immediate response. there
  was good in all; he was sure
  of it. - but the boy was only a 
  half breed with much to learn. )

“They don’t mean to —
  they never do it on
  purpose.”

           (  a violent explosion will occur, 
              annoyance that causes anger
              to violently pull at her h e a r t. )

        ❝  of course they do! that’s all that
            humans ever do. they hurt & they
            burn and they lose themselves.❞

#xxcruentis  #( ; !undt. )  

xxcruentis-archive said: ₩

             ❝ send me one of these.❞       

              the rain falls down from the heavens like a curse;
            crystal droplets of chaotic madness that bury themselves
              into her auburn curls —- that stick to her face, symbolic
             sadness that cause nothing but annoyance to bloom
              in the girl’s heart. but she will take the opportunity
             to talk to the other —- curious about the young boy.

           ❝ so ….why don’t we play a game?
               it’s     called    truth    or    dare.❞

#xxcruentis  #( ; answered )  #; bee this brotp will fucking kill me  #; i mean oops  #what brotp ;;  

xxcruentis:

“Have you asked them before?
     —People don’t like getiing hurt.”

           (  a pause. )

        ❝  yes they do … i mean ..
                 T H E Y have to, that’s
                     all they ever do. hurt people.❞

#xxcruentis  #( ; !undt. )  

xxcruentis:

( he’s frightened to even answer her,
   but the shock has kept him from
                running away. )

“I-I don’t think they’re very nice.
      — And a gift should always be wanted before you give it.”

             (  oh how childish he seems to the goddess;
                but there is is truth in his words.  )

        ❝  nonsense. all of my gifts
            are wanted, whether you
            know them to be or not.❞

#xxcruentis  #( ; !undt. )  

xxcruentis:

( a gift, and yet the fawn only associates
  arrows with excruciating pain. A few
  whimpers will make it through by fear alone . )

          “N-No.. I’ll be good, I promise.”

             (  confusion will draw both brows together;
                she’s somewhat offended by the comment.  )

❝  you promise? pinky swear?
            but first; to more important
            matters,  w h y  don’t   you
            want my darling presents? ❞

#xxcruentis  #; bee i want to pinch his cheeks om g  #( ; !undt. )  

xxcruentis:

( heavy breathing in the familiar setting,
           & only a whisper will fall )

                  “P-Please no.”

             ( the immortal is n o t without compassion;
                she will pause before letting the arrow go.)

        ❝— don’t you want
             my gifts, little boy?❞

#xxcruentis  #( ;v: ! ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴϙᴜᴇʀs ᴀʟʟ )  

+ xxcruentis, fleethelight

             ( eyes will narrow. )

        ❝  don’t move.
             i need a clean shot.❞

#fleethelight  #xxcruentis  #; closed