#✦ deathleads◞ main. ╱ you and i have hatched from the very same epiphany that birthed the stars above us.

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@deathleads SAID : “  you don’t get a choice this time.  i’m helping you.  ” 

❛ Do not fucking touch me. ❜ Michel’s spitting every word he speaks, wiping his lips with a shaky back hand, letting the drool from his mouth lather wetly against his skin. In his blurry vision, watered down with furious & pain struck tears, he almost swears that it’s foaming. His eyes are wide, pupils blown into dark circles             /             his face is flushed, hands furiously shaking. He scoots on the floor away from Qistina, bearing the teeth like pain acute in his side, just below his ribs             /             & bites back a helpless yowl. ❛ Not my choice? haah, this is a fucking joke. I don’t need any help, Qistina, okay? Do not touch me. Do not touch me. Touch me, & I kill you, or myself! what a grand show, Qistina, I’ll kill myself, I promise I will! ❜

An injury caused by no one’s fault, really, an accident. Some sort of sharp object or unclean, broken glass, leading to an acutely stabbing sensation in Michel’s side. Now he’s panicking, nearly vomiting from the stress, holding onto his side & refusing touching of any kind. The very feeling             /             sticky, sticky, STICKY, i hate sticky make it go AWAY !              /             of his own blood against his clothes, making them cling, or to his hands, clammy with cold sweat, is shooting off neurons rapid fire in ways he can’t handle. Michel’s about to start sobbing.

❛ Hahh, hahh, no, no. . . oh, Jesus, Mary, Magdalene. Ah, hah. ❜ He removes his hand across the wound, wincing at its color, the way that it looks when it clots. He feels like a chained animal, and he would rather Qistina be dead than right next to him in this moment ; in a feverish sort of way, he could kill her, if just to stop her from looking at him. ❛ Help me? Funny, funny. Not funny, Qistina! I’m tired of these shitty jokes! ❜

Michel’s laughter is small, sharp, & abrupt, laughing without humor             /             he’s holding back onto the wound now with his fingernails as if he could rip it straight off of his body,             /             less of an injury and more of an ornament one can dispose of. He almost tries, before reeling himself back in, shrinking. The way he laughs, sudden & unsettling HA HA HA !!’s, wrack him not unlike sobs. His body convulses with their force.

❛ Don’t fucking look at me, Qistina. Don’t pity me. And don’t, don’t, don’t fucking touch me. ❜

#✦ michel. ╱ underneath your grand performance‚ you’re just another man. #emetophobia / #vomit talk / #✦ q. ╱ i have a couple of dogs‚ they come when i whistle. #✦ deathleads◞ main. ╱ you and i have hatched from the very same epiphany that birthed the stars above us. #✦ belladonna. ╱ can’t help myself by sun yuan & peng yu. #meltdowns / #congratulations qistina! you got his mania! #✦ answered. ╱ back & forth in my mind because i can’t forget. #suicide threats /

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Shigaraki must admit, it can hardly contain his excitement. A recently escaped Tartarus inmate! And someone as powerful as her, she’ll be a useful pawn for Master’s plans! ‘ Christina Quina Hawthorne, ’ as public records say. ‘ Public. ’ She was in and out right around the time that Master went into Tartarus, and then escaped . . . ! All for One was very careful in watching her, learning about her             /             her recruitment is invaluable to their cause! she could mean the end of either side if she cared enough about one or the other.

❛ Belladonna, rii - ii - iight? That’s what you call yourself, these days? ❜ It can’t help its own knowledge, a flex to where it absorbs the power from the people around itself: ❛ Qistina Hawthorne, and her Quirk, ‘ Alchemist ’ ! AH - HAH, you’ll be a’top the WORLD with me & my comrades if you accept my proposal. ❜ all these carefully curated comrades to Master’s cause              /             the New World and the beginning of all things             /             all new things, good things. Power as a means of life, rather than being able to be digested ( and then disregarded, without meaning or cause ) by society. If even had one person had helped either of them, would Shigaraki or Belladonna had been turned into such monsters? and who wouldn’t want to have FUN in a world such as this one, anyway, monsters or not, cradled by death like they had been?

Hands splayed to the side, as if orchestrating a phantasmal song, face A - BEAM beneath Shigaraki’s hand mask. ❛ Join the League, Belladonna. It’s your FIRST             &              LAST chance. You won’t be mistreated ever again. You’ll be a’rise to the New World, with us a’top above of every little ant who wants you dead! ❜

#deathleads #kinda short very stressed #thank you for liking cosmos! #✦ tenko. ╱ i’ll kill your soul and i’ll start with your best laid plans. #✦ closed s. ╱ it’s a new dawn‚ it’s a new day‚ it’s a new life. #✦ deathleads◞ main. ╱ you and i have hatched from the very same epiphany that birthed the stars above us. #✦ belladonna. ╱ can’t help myself by sun yuan & peng yu.

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@deathleads SAID : sweet qistina has chosen to sit directly onto his lap, slowly picking up individual grapes with her fingers and holding them to his lips with a smile wide across her face.    " Grew them m'self! Quite lovely, aren't they? You'll be my taste tester, won't you? "

Michel thinks Qistina is just divine.

Hard to exist in a world where they             /             like others, are small, insignificant fractions of the entire universe             /             cosmic dust, unbothered by infinity, & she’s growing grapes in her own personal garden, roots deeply embedded into the soil             /             Michel can scarcely imagine a life where he’d think about doing something so long - term. It’s hard to describe it, really, the loss of the ‘ game, ’ control by any other name               /             once you build yourself a legacy, there’s very little that you can do else, always a memory & very little present.

Immortality is a song he’s never learnt the words to, truthfully, & even if ‘ hope is a bird that perches on your soul &. sings, ’ he’s never heard its tune, either.

❛ You are so kind to me, my dear, ❜ There is love in lips, Michel thinks             /             the kind of thing that people write poems about, that he could, too, if there was enough pressure to do it. When he opens his mouth, he lets the skin of the grape glide across his teeth ( pearly - whites, of course, )             /             the pink lips, startled by touch, opened              /              his eyes never leaving her. There’s a melody about them, somewhere, in a Catholic church, abandoned             /             but still, the people sing, & they sing.

❛ You’re not going to have one yourself, Lady Leota? ❜ Qistina had once told him, ‘ it’s difficult for me to speak another’s first name in a first meeting             /             i was raised in a traditional light. ’ He speaks her name, gently, like cradling a child, something that is spoken with love             /             a hint to their first meeting, & a sign of respect. ( d’aubigny is a name he’s proud to own, himself. ) ❛ Intimacy is best when it’s shared, don’t you think? ❜

#✦ belladonna. ╱ can’t help myself by sun yuan & peng yu. #✦ deathleads◞ main. ╱ you and i have hatched from the very same epiphany that birthed the stars above us. #✦ answered. ╱ back & forth in my mind because i can’t forget. #✦ michel. ╱ underneath your grand performance‚ you’re just another man. #✦ ic. ╱ can’t take the heat‚ cool down in the dust. #bites u #this was gonna be more suggestive initially but it came out soft asf so suggestive comes Later