Look Past the Blood on Your Hands

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Look Past the Blood on Your Hands Red's in your ledger or you're making your way towards a crimson page by your very nature. Did you simply do what you had to do in order to survive? No one could understand how you lived. That could be just what you tell yourself, though; really, you might have enjoyed your crimes. You're not proud of some of what you've done, no matter what, and there's a part of you that will probably never heal. If you were someone else looking in, you'd never be able to stand looking at you, much less stomach you. But someone does all of that willingly. They can look past the blood on your hands and the bad decisions weighing on your shoulders. It's you they care about, not your history. Actually, they may even love you, though you can't begin to fathom why. Comment with your character, preferences, and whether your character is the one with guilt or past sins or the one looking past all that. Reply to others. Have fun.

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[centipede]

[I would love to play with a Hideyoshi on this meme.]

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[hizashi]

[What can I say, I'm weak against white-haired anime boys... Do you mind starting?]

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[centipede]

[I don't mind starting! Sorry about a few days late, I had university exams. I'll have a starter up within the hour!]

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[It's a sticky, disgusting feeling. Blood between your fingers, between your teeth, coating the top of your tongue. It burned, like hot oil, the taste in his mouth was nothing sweet, nothing that could even be considered sweet--if he could even remember what a flavour like that even tasted like.

No, it was something he'd still not grown used to--the taste of another ghoul's flesh. But through everything he'd been through; no matter how many times he thought about it; no matter how many times his stomach churned in hunger, how often Rize's voice whispered her poison into his ear, eating humans--

Eating humans was still something that repulsed him. Wasn't this easier? This was far easier, even if every bite took him that much closer to being a complete monster.

Maybe it's in these thoughts, staring down at the corpse of some ghoul; some spy for the Aoigiri tree, throat torn open as if attacked by a wild dog--

Maybe it's in these thoughts, in this bloody scene that he forgets himself; and forgets that he could be, at any given time, watched. A pair of eyes he doesn't know are lingering on him--ones he'd gone such lengths to never see him again...

When he finally turns his head up, away from the dead ghoul at his feet; those wild, mismatched eyes meet the all too well known eyes of an old friend. And he's lost in that moment. Freezing, like a deer caught in the gaze of an oncoming truck; with the option of staying where he stands...

Or immediately fleeing on the forefront of his mind.]