Proof that I'm losing it
He sucked idly on one end of his cigarette, dark green focused on the blazing end, lids twitching ever-so-often as smoke drifted into his face. He sat there for a moment, slouched in his seat, letting his mind fade in that haze of empty dreams. But solace was snatched from him abruptly- he whined softly, lifting off the chair, lips trying to follow as the cigarette was pulled from him.
A taller man smiled down at him, smug and out-of-place yet so relaxed as always, exuberantly confidant; made of half-lies and illusions. He took a long drag, mismatched eyes lit briefly by the sharp cherry glow of the paper and tobacco’s metamorphose into ash. He laughed- a middling bass-baritone sound that would have shocked the boy if he hadn’t been sinking into such a state of mindlessness- and tossed it away; it fell into the dirt to be crushed by whatever would pass. “What are you trying to replace with this, silly Subaru-kun.”
With the low whine of a broken child, the onmiyoji followed the curl of smoke exhaled by the man until he was against his lips, tasting cherries and smoke and blood and mirror shards, clinging desperately for who-knew-what and pieces of his past. The killer merely smirked against virgin’s lips and wrapped a lazy arm around the smaller man, it’s passage leaving a bright red smear to settle against the white fabric of Subaru’s coat- it would leave a darkening stain, surely accompanied by a lingering smell of death. The pretty once-twin would surely never forget.
A taller man smiled down at him, smug and out-of-place yet so relaxed as always, exuberantly confidant; made of half-lies and illusions. He took a long drag, mismatched eyes lit briefly by the sharp cherry glow of the paper and tobacco’s metamorphose into ash. He laughed- a middling bass-baritone sound that would have shocked the boy if he hadn’t been sinking into such a state of mindlessness- and tossed it away; it fell into the dirt to be crushed by whatever would pass. “What are you trying to replace with this, silly Subaru-kun.”
With the low whine of a broken child, the onmiyoji followed the curl of smoke exhaled by the man until he was against his lips, tasting cherries and smoke and blood and mirror shards, clinging desperately for who-knew-what and pieces of his past. The killer merely smirked against virgin’s lips and wrapped a lazy arm around the smaller man, it’s passage leaving a bright red smear to settle against the white fabric of Subaru’s coat- it would leave a darkening stain, surely accompanied by a lingering smell of death. The pretty once-twin would surely never forget.