WHO: Okada Izou and "friends". WHAT: Catch-all for TDM/event prompts. WHERE: Various sites around Kyoto. WHEN: Most of May. WARNINGS: Animal gore, BDSM talk???. Will update as necessary.
[ This is just narrative timing here, that the thunder rumbles, closer and louder, at the same time that March opens her eyes again and they're blazing, as hotly as her voice because actually, no, she doesn't feel like being gentle in this precise moment.
Maybe that had been the problem. Maybe he thought she was delicate.
Well, screw that, and instead of a hand over her chest, it's a fist over his. It's not really a punch, honestly, it's just contact. But from the tension in it, it's perhaps apparent that she'd be shaking him by the civilian clothes if he had them on right now. ]
I'm--not stupid, you know? I knew there were times you'd start to say something and then stop and I figured it was fine, you'd tell me when you were ready, but you never did! And I don't know! I don't know if it's because you trust Malkuth more or because you think I can't handle it or because you think I'm weak, because I can't read your mind!! You being dead hurts, of course it does, but if it's true that you kept it from me to, to--for my own good--!!
[ It's the same. It's the same as what the messenger had said. Poor little March 7th, named herself after a date, should not be exposed to pain and sorrow, the harsher edges of a truth, because isn't it better that way?
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synflux2024-04-30 06:51 pm
2/3 just kidding
Maybe that had been the problem. Maybe he thought she was delicate.
Well, screw that, and instead of a hand over her chest, it's a fist over his. It's not really a punch, honestly, it's just contact. But from the tension in it, it's perhaps apparent that she'd be shaking him by the civilian clothes if he had them on right now. ]
I'm--not stupid, you know? I knew there were times you'd start to say something and then stop and I figured it was fine, you'd tell me when you were ready, but you never did! And I don't know! I don't know if it's because you trust Malkuth more or because you think I can't handle it or because you think I'm weak, because I can't read your mind!! You being dead hurts, of course it does, but if it's true that you kept it from me to, to--for my own good--!!
[ It's the same. It's the same as what the messenger had said. Poor little March 7th, named herself after a date, should not be exposed to pain and sorrow, the harsher edges of a truth, because isn't it better that way?
She doesn't want to believe that. But-- ]