dripping colours
small town moon
baker & yuka
cw: there's a lot of blood and also a knife
prompt by fool_with_dream
have you ever been at some place
recognizing everybody's face
until you realized that there was no one there you knew
well i know
blood, there's so much blood, everything is red and it's too much, it's so so much; it's everywhere, yuka is covered in it and it's not hers but a moment he thinks it is, it's not it's not he keeps reminding himself, and his voice breaks as he tries to say something, anything, but he can't and he just keeps staring at her, eyes dark like the night.
she's frozen like a deer in headlights and william wants to touch her just to make sure she's actually real because right now he doesn't know, she might as well be a ghost. she's pale in the dim light and she's so quiet, so strange, he's barely able to even recognise her.
are you okay, he wants to ask but it's not right and his voice it breaks in the middle of you. yuka looks like she's about to run away any second and maybe he wants her to, maybe he'll wake up then.
what are you doing here, she finally asks and for a moment he's not even sure if she actually had said anything or if it had been the wind or something, but she's looking at him - not like she's expecting an actual answer, but as if she's waiting for him just to say something, anything.
i don't know, william replies because it's true, his whole mind feels empty. he chokes out a what happened, but it's not enough, it should be so much more.
she turns down her gaze and she doesn't look scared or shocked or anything you're supposed to when you're covered in blood; are you okay, he tries to ask a second time but again he can't, he can't turn away.
there's the knife, still in her hand. it's nothing but red, colours dripping onto the floor and william can't look at it, he can't look at it because there's still the - he can't even think about it, it's not true, this isn't her, this isn't happening; but her expression is hard and calm and unreachable as ever and william can see her withdrawing.
did you, he starts. a heartbeat passes, another one. just two in this room.
he can't say the words.
she came for singh, yuka says and then it's just one heartbeat.
william can barely choke out: he knows?
she looks at him like there are worlds to it, and she had done it, no matter where william looked, everything was covered in the evidence of this unspeakable action and it should stop here, it should be over now, but yuka is still standing there, still holding a knife.
then she suddenly takes a step and william flinches - before he can stop himself, before he even realises what he's doing, and her expression is hardening the second she looks like she's falling and falling and falling and then time just stops, only for a moment before it's back on.
you should leave, yuka says but he can't even hear her, and he nods as he's taking a step back and another one and then he's just running running running down the stairs, through the door and out on the streets, and he might never stop.
baker & yuka
cw: there's a lot of blood and also a knife
prompt by fool_with_dream
have you ever been at some place
recognizing everybody's face
until you realized that there was no one there you knew
well i know
blood, there's so much blood, everything is red and it's too much, it's so so much; it's everywhere, yuka is covered in it and it's not hers but a moment he thinks it is, it's not it's not he keeps reminding himself, and his voice breaks as he tries to say something, anything, but he can't and he just keeps staring at her, eyes dark like the night.
she's frozen like a deer in headlights and william wants to touch her just to make sure she's actually real because right now he doesn't know, she might as well be a ghost. she's pale in the dim light and she's so quiet, so strange, he's barely able to even recognise her.
are you okay, he wants to ask but it's not right and his voice it breaks in the middle of you. yuka looks like she's about to run away any second and maybe he wants her to, maybe he'll wake up then.
what are you doing here, she finally asks and for a moment he's not even sure if she actually had said anything or if it had been the wind or something, but she's looking at him - not like she's expecting an actual answer, but as if she's waiting for him just to say something, anything.
i don't know, william replies because it's true, his whole mind feels empty. he chokes out a what happened, but it's not enough, it should be so much more.
she turns down her gaze and she doesn't look scared or shocked or anything you're supposed to when you're covered in blood; are you okay, he tries to ask a second time but again he can't, he can't turn away.
there's the knife, still in her hand. it's nothing but red, colours dripping onto the floor and william can't look at it, he can't look at it because there's still the - he can't even think about it, it's not true, this isn't her, this isn't happening; but her expression is hard and calm and unreachable as ever and william can see her withdrawing.
did you, he starts. a heartbeat passes, another one. just two in this room.
he can't say the words.
she came for singh, yuka says and then it's just one heartbeat.
william can barely choke out: he knows?
she looks at him like there are worlds to it, and she had done it, no matter where william looked, everything was covered in the evidence of this unspeakable action and it should stop here, it should be over now, but yuka is still standing there, still holding a knife.
then she suddenly takes a step and william flinches - before he can stop himself, before he even realises what he's doing, and her expression is hardening the second she looks like she's falling and falling and falling and then time just stops, only for a moment before it's back on.
you should leave, yuka says but he can't even hear her, and he nods as he's taking a step back and another one and then he's just running running running down the stairs, through the door and out on the streets, and he might never stop.