[there's no reasoning with a demon, of course. so he bites back anything he might want to yell, fuels himself on how fucking angry it makes him to hear something using hige's voice to say things like this.
chuuya grabs at the books from the fallen shelf, and they glow in his hand as he weights and flings one at higekiri, a desperate shot at another distraction-- if he fails to hit, maybe he can at least make him dodge again.]
[She’s not a proud person, really. Even here, she hasn’t been hesitant to say what she wants or needs, and vulnerability is an easy state for her to slip into when she’s emotional and unsure. And now, she’s terrified, grasping at the hand that holds her throat as soon as he catches up with her. Maybe that’s why the begging starts immediately, as tears keep leaking out. She kicks out at him and tries to scratch at his hand as she starts.]
Please! Please, I swear I’ll leave and I won’t tell anybody what I saw, okay?! Just don’t hurt me, I don’t want to—
[She’s interrupted as his blade slides into her chest. She screams again, pained and desperate.]
[the book makes it impossible for higemon to remain in the same spot - pulling his sword out of beck's chest and dodging out of the way of it, the books slamming into the wall with enough force to get stuck against the surface of it. it's when he hears the pleading, that he seems to look back at her.
his eyes are cold, any trace of humanity she wanted to see again gone]
... why is this soul so angry for someone like you...
[and then he'll turn to face chuuya, flicking beck's blood off of higekiri's blade as he moves to approach him again]
Was it worth it? Breaking a rule for this body that should have been shattered a week ago?
[he curses under his breath, gritting his teeth against the pain from the wound in his back, trying to ignore the blood he can feel spreading from it. a stab like that...
being caught off guard worked too well in the demon's favor. he's failed. all he can do now is--
chuuya wants to think fight. he really does. every part of his instinct wants to fight for his life as the demon in his friend's body turns to face him once again.
...but that's not an exorcism, is it. and god, it's bullshit that it's probably interfering too, but the fact that unleashing his full power and taking the demon down with him won't get rid of it sticks out in his mind.
the best thing that he can do is die. chuuya exhales a heavy breath, expending what effort he has left to stay on his feet.]
...yeah. Yeah, it was worth it. Higekiri-- you can still hear me in there, right? You're worth it.
[She cries out again as he pulls the blade out, reaching towards her chest to try and stem the sudden and heavy flow of blood rushing out. Not even a few seconds have passed before she leans against the wall, darkness encroaching on the edges of her vision.
It isn’t welcome, the exhaustion that settles onto her like a thick blanket. From her spot on the ground, with hands still slippery with blood, she tries to push herself up. She wants to leave, she wants...]
Help...
[She doesn’t mean to whisper, but it’s barely audible regardless. This isn’t one of the fairy tales she loved as a child, though. Instead, her eyes slide shut, and it’s not long before—
[somewhere inside, higekiri thinks about the scenes like this that he'd seen before. he's a sword of samurai descent. he's no stranger to death, and he shouldn't be affected by the way that others are so fragile compared to him, only steel and sharp edges. and yet...
and yet....
the demon possessing hige's body seems to wince, a hand coming up to where the rock impacted him, frowning from that as well as - ]
... What a racket.
[and then he'll make eye contact with chuuya even as he stalks forward, casual and careless in higekiri's usual picture perfect posture]
He wants you to fight, you know. [he lets the expression on higekiri's face crumble, all open sadness and vulnerability:] 'You said you wouldn't go down so easily.'
[he extends his sword arm, letting the tip of higekiri's sword press against the front of chuuya's throat]
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chuuya grabs at the books from the fallen shelf, and they glow in his hand as he weights and flings one at higekiri, a desperate shot at another distraction-- if he fails to hit, maybe he can at least make him dodge again.]
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Please! Please, I swear I’ll leave and I won’t tell anybody what I saw, okay?! Just don’t hurt me, I don’t want to—
[She’s interrupted as his blade slides into her chest. She screams again, pained and desperate.]
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his eyes are cold, any trace of humanity she wanted to see again gone]
... why is this soul so angry for someone like you...
[and then he'll turn to face chuuya, flicking beck's blood off of higekiri's blade as he moves to approach him again]
Was it worth it? Breaking a rule for this body that should have been shattered a week ago?
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[he curses under his breath, gritting his teeth against the pain from the wound in his back, trying to ignore the blood he can feel spreading from it. a stab like that...
being caught off guard worked too well in the demon's favor. he's failed. all he can do now is--
chuuya wants to think fight. he really does. every part of his instinct wants to fight for his life as the demon in his friend's body turns to face him once again.
...but that's not an exorcism, is it. and god, it's bullshit that it's probably interfering too, but the fact that unleashing his full power and taking the demon down with him won't get rid of it sticks out in his mind.
the best thing that he can do is die. chuuya exhales a heavy breath, expending what effort he has left to stay on his feet.]
...yeah. Yeah, it was worth it. Higekiri-- you can still hear me in there, right? You're worth it.
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It isn’t welcome, the exhaustion that settles onto her like a thick blanket. From her spot on the ground, with hands still slippery with blood, she tries to push herself up. She wants to leave, she wants...]
Help...
[She doesn’t mean to whisper, but it’s barely audible regardless. This isn’t one of the fairy tales she loved as a child, though. Instead, her eyes slide shut, and it’s not long before—
Guinevere Beck is dead.]
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and yet....
the demon possessing hige's body seems to wince, a hand coming up to where the rock impacted him, frowning from that as well as - ]
... What a racket.
[and then he'll make eye contact with chuuya even as he stalks forward, casual and careless in higekiri's usual picture perfect posture]
He wants you to fight, you know. [he lets the expression on higekiri's face crumble, all open sadness and vulnerability:] 'You said you wouldn't go down so easily.'
[he extends his sword arm, letting the tip of higekiri's sword press against the front of chuuya's throat]
Maybe that makes both of us liars.