[Week 11, Day 4] [video]
. . . For those who are asking about employment, there's now a vacant position at the summoning shop.
[ Ill mood, Chrome is in an ill mood ( Read more... )
[ Ill mood, Chrome is in an ill mood ( Read more... )
[ Chrome would not necessarily deem herself a violent person. In fact, she is fairly certain that she is the opposite. She is not malicious, at any rate. When she meets people in this world, she wishes them no harm. Wishes them well. An important distinction. And so, yes, with her own independent pursuits, she would choose the least violent path, but when it comes right down to it, that is not all of what constitutes Chrome. For she and Mukuro are half and half. His energy threading through her veins, pulsing beneath her eyelid and under the hard surfaces of her nails.
Chrome's daily routine would only ever be half, at best, of Chrome. Ghosting through her days with pleasant, idle conversation -- that is no life. No meaning. No depth of bond. When she works with Mukuro, it is different. She swells, full-blooded, from her lavender iris to the inhalations of her chest. His caring words, their perfect little fantasy world which sheltered her during those nights and days when she had first left home. His touches, their touches, their bodies. Eletric wires in the rain, charging the air. Ten years. Her knowing where his every scar breaks off at the base. Him knowing her sleepless dreams. The best and the worst. Teenagers all but living on the streets. Runaway girl with shorn hair. Boy who wanted to destroy the world. Those first awkward make-outs on the illusion of the couch at Kokuyo's base.
The past is full up inside of her, and them, and he remembers it as much as she does. Their summers and their falls. The light on the sakura trees. The way they survived, got out, grew up. Traveled half the world.
He is half of her body and half of her lifetime. It's not a matter of liking it or loving it, or even loving him. That's just how it works. And she can no more leave their life than to leave herself. So this outweighs any discomfort she could have ever felt.
It means nothing in the face of -- living. ]
You want to look for a new home?
[ She leans back, excitedly, into the nuzzling. Presses close. It's been -- too long, really, and she is flushed slightly, and her body is humming a little. ]
That -- it feels nice.
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