[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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[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.