"What kind of food?”
“The kind Ryid the Puppy can eat too!”
“Hn, right… What do you want to eat?”
"…Pretty warm today."
”Cinque is Number Five but Cinque technically isn’t supposed to tell that to people. Especially people who look like they jumped out of one of Nini’s noisy band posters…~”
“…You’re not in a band are you~~?”
“SHINKU IS HERE~!!”
⊰ folie à deux ; ⊱
delusion or mental illness shared by two people in close association.
Give yourself over to the
let it eat the parts of you that are sick, that are damaged beyond salvage.
When he held her it was more then that; he was plotting, he was feeling where each vein lay under what they both pretended was porcelain skin. Oh no, no, no. It was ivory and it held tough under the way his finger circled around scars, pointing out imperfections and diving into truths left unfounded in a lackluster game of hide and seek. He loved them so, scars and lies. Maybe not the lies. But her scars? How he indulged himself in them; eyeing them when they were hidden and tracing them over when they showed. That was the most confusing part for her. What happened if they left? Maybe it wouldn’t matter. What was it he wanted when he held her close and whispered in her ear when he thought she was asleep? Let the wolf in.
Let the wolf in and let it clean house ,
the wolf knows which parts must be swallowed.
The heaving in her chest stopped all at once as if he’d slayed her right then and there and in the silence beckoned by her time shattering gasp, he stopped. There was a moment then when she shifted where does eyes fell on his, darker still by the lack of light that consumed them so she might sleep (she was so very certain he didn’t do that). But he stopped. And in the pause a finger fell to his cheek followed by the next and the next with pressure that one might consider forceful. Her nose followed next with a clumsy bump and her lips plunged rather without invite.
You do not need what it takes ,
and where it bites you the wounds will heal.
Let the wolf in and let it eat you, and let it leave again.
Oh but stay, stay, stay.
”I sincerely doubt… Wait― When did anybody eat Nine…?”
“UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAA~! Didn’t you hear?! SEVEN ATE NINE!”
”She’s just as scared of you as you are of her. That’s why she pulls the bombs out anyway. It’s a defense mechanism… I think. And I’m sure Ryid is entitled to his own friends, Cinque.”
”Or she’s trying to blow me up! And once she blows me up she’ll take over my my life that ended in a firey explosion because bombs aren’t friendly like at all and she’ll get close to Seve and keep in mind now that she’s blown me up she’s Cinque so everyone is going to think Cinque like…~~? Likes Seven even though Cinque doesn’t because of that time she ate Nine and then she’ll steal Ryid and NO ONE will notice because I blew up!”