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Come in out of the darkness

My Sunlight

The world can sometimes seem like a cold, wicked place, and more than likely, it actually is a cruel place. For days, months, years on end, you never catch a break, everything falling to pieces as soon as you pick it up. Maybe, despite this, you still try your hardest. There has to be a light at the end of the tunnel, doesn't there? The fates don't play favorites, so surely your number is about to come up. Or maybe you've given up and decided to allow yourself to barely float along with only bouts of anger or bitterness to keep you above water. There is no light anywhere, is there?

But there is. There's one bright spot in your life - a person who makes everything worthwhile.

It doesn't really matter how they came to you. What does is that they stay. Whether you admit it or not, you seek comfort from them...and, perhaps, them from you, if you're in the same situation.

So, whether you push them away, treat them right, or go so far as to worship them and put them on a pedestal, you don't want them to go now. You crave being with them, or at least being in their presence. Don't ruin this for yourself. After all, what would you do without your little ray of light? You'll do anything to keep them happy and loved. Anything.

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[ooc: Probably the sunshine, but open for discussion.]

(Can go either way depending on canon points, M/F and ignores everything after "Canary Cry" and the bloodlust is now mental/emotional fallout as needed.)

[Would like some other criminal types for this , but not necessarily required.]

[[ooc; mostly a voice test!!]]

[ all versions of Kaneki also available ]

(anyone is sunlight compared to him. literally anyone. door's wide open. come at me.)

Edited 2016-06-08 10:13 (UTC)

[Ushahin could hardly be considered light for anyone save Devil. He was fractured and broken in ways that could never be repaired. Still, he found ways to persevere even in a world that had long since rejected him. His mismatched eyes stared out, seeing a pattern where no one else did.]

Do you see it? The way the threads all connect to one another?

Of course I do. [He's just not sure he considers that a good thing.]

I was created to. [Though he feels as though he sees patterns more clearly now than when he walked freely through time. He lost track of things too easily in his youth. Of course, he's not happy how he is though. Because seeing things more clearly means also seeing his own path clearly.]

Too bad I can see one of those threads slowly wrap around my neck.

[He reaches to pat Ushahin gently on the head. The expression on his face is tired, but has a fond look to it as well.] You should leave my side before that happens. I don't want you getting hurt.

[Ushahin's eyes turn to face Devil, his pupils focusing on the fallen angel as if seeing him for the very first time. His hands trace the invisible pattern in the air, as if following the threads right to where they wrap around Devil. If it is his fate to perish, than there is precious little that Ushahin can do to stop it. He'd learned that the hard way.

He tries not to lean into Devil's touch. He'd never admit to being touch-starved, but he had so very little contact with anyone else.]

Where would I go? Everyone else I know is dead. [He laughs, a sound equal parts amused and bitter. If he couldn't see the funny side of things, he'd go even more mad than he already was.]

[Devil will do his utmost to not perish. Depression aside, he doesn't actually want to die. It's just that with Heaven after him, there's not much else that can happen. Those infernal golems are always chasing him, and their creator is never far behind them. A battle with the golems are one thing- he can easily crush even thousands of them on his own- but a battle with Michael? He doesn't think the outcome of that would be positive for him.

He smiles ever so slightly- it's a rather sad smile-, and pets Ushahin's hair.]

Somewhere safe. [He sighs.]

Somewhere you won't be pulled into my mess. Maybe you could find someone who would be able to keep you company for a while...

[Of course he'd be lonely without Ushahin around... His company is welcome and being around him always makes Devil feel better even if their personalities clash sometimes. But Ushahin's safety and continued survival matters more. Devil is used to being lonely anyway.]

You're all the company I can stand.

[It sounds like it might be an insult, but it's really a compliment. Ushahin is a peculiar fellow and doesn't always get along with the average man. It had taken someone who had fallen from Heaven for him to find company that he actually liked to be around.

The half-man sighs and closes his eyes at the feeling of Devil's fingers on him. He doesn't like to think of the future anymore than he has to. The past is a dark blur and the future doesn't look like it's going to get any brighter. All that he has is the here and now.]

Do you want me to go? small>[It would hurt, worse than the poorly-knit bones that make up his body do, but if he had to, he could.] I will, if you do.

[Sounds enough like a compliment to him, so that is what he takes it as.

He continues stroking the other's hair, since it seems like he enjoys it. Of course, if Ushahin asks him to stop, he will. He's not one to force touch upon someone else, given that he, himself, was not fond of it in his youth. He still kind of isn't. Of course, that aversion to touch was helped along by the fact that he could go intangible at will, a talent he no longer has.

These days he just sort of helplessly accepts touch when it comes, though he does like the touch of a select few. Like Ushahin.

The other's question is met with a sigh.] ... No. [He can't lie to him.]

I'd be a lot more lonely without you, and probably a lot more reckless.

[...] I just don't want you to get hurt because of me. I'm dangerous, and the people who are after me are even more so.

[He reaches up with his own hand, tangling his fingers in Devil's long dark hairs. Ushahin had never been fond of long hair on himself. The Ellyl liked to wear their hair long and he tried to distance himself as much as possible from that side of his heritage. But he finds it lovely on Devil and takes any opportunity he can to feel his silky strands.]

Being hurt is something I am used to, my friend. There is nothing you can do that can cause me more pain than I've already been through.

[Ushahin firmly believed that. He'd lost everything once, home and family alike. If that had not destroyed him, than nothing ever would. He leans up against Devil's form, sighing deeply.]

It is hard enough being in this world when you have a companion. To do so alone is something I would never wish for you.

It's not fair. [Devil sounds almost... Childish. But he's serious. Why do the best people get hurt the most? Why do the best people always have misfortune fall into their laps? It's not fair. And God, Gods, whatever forces out there, they're all assholes. All of them. Free will and random chance, what utter bullshit.

If God wanted, there would be no more crime, no more hunger, no more suffering, no more anything negative at all. But God was a sadist with a dollhouse. Nothing more.] Pain shapes people. I know that. Doesn't mean anyone deserves it.

[He could go on a very angry, hate-filled rant. He could. But he's probably not going to. Instead he sighs deeply. He's so tired. So old and so tired. He's been around since God said "let there be light", and though he's forgotten a lot, he still feels his age very keenly.]

Just promise me to take cover at the first sign of trouble. I can fight off armies on my own if I have to, so that's likely what'll be sent after me.

[Pile of golems and angels or pile of demons. Either way, it's bad news.]

Your continued survival is important to me.

[Ushahin begins to absentmindedly braid the long strands of Devil's hair into a series of braids, letting the old fallen angel give voice to what he feels. He uses his good left hand mostly, the right hand used mainly to hold the different strands apart until he can use them.

He hesitates when Devil asks him for a promise. The last time he'd been caught up in a fight, he'd left the battlefield when there was no chance of his side winning. Everyone he had known had died as a result. Logically, he knew that hadn't been entirely his fault, but he still blamed himself, even after all these years.

Still, Devil won't leave him, not willingly. He's powerful and stronger than Ushahin can comprehend. He can handle himself. Ushahin leans over and kisses Devil on the edge of his jaw.]

I promise. But you must promise to come back to me in turn.

[The fingers through his hair is relaxing and he relaxes more as Ushahin braids his hair. It's... Comforting, being with him like this. And considering his entire existence is usually pain, it'd definitely a welcome break from the norm. Depression is Devil's constant companion, but it feels less present on his mind when the other is there.]

I'll... I'll try.

[He really will.

He doesn't know when the end will come for him. If that end will be in the form of angels tightening the noose, or demons coming for his power. But he will try his best to return to Ushahin each time trouble finds him.]

That I'll try is the only thing I can promise.

[He braids three braids on one side, each a little further down than the other, then does the same on the other side. Devil has a lot of hair to play with, so he's getting a little experimental. Each set of braids is connected to each other and then to the one beneath it until there is a series of interconnecting braids, all pulled back away from Devil's face. The style is one based off of how the human women of the court used to wear their hair when Ushahin was a young lad, longer ago that he rightly cares to remember.

He rests his hand on top of Devil's head. There is a great deal of fear within his heart, knowing that someday they might have to part from one another. Ushahin, who has been alone for so long, doesn't know if he could bear to be by himself again. That might finally be the end of him.

But Devil has promised. Their words are all that they can give to one another.]

Good. I will pray to my lord Satoris that you come back to me safely. [That's all he can offer. Prayers to a dead god. Perhaps, though, a dead one will be more merciful than any who are still alive.]

[The braiding is rather relaxing... Devil normally doesn't do much with his hair besides wash it and run a brush through it, so it's kind of nice to have it in an actual style. And thankfully a style that is as far removed from how he used to style it when he was younger as you can possibly get. Really. How did he ever think that spikes were fashionable? Ugh.

What Ushahin is saying though, he... Definitely appreciates it. He wasn't and isn't that familiar with Satoris, beyond what he's been told, but he seemed like a decent god. Especially compared to all the others.] Thank you.

[He smiles a little.] Don't worry too much though. So long as I have you to come back to, I'll fight as hard as I can whenever I get in trouble.

[Ushahin leans from where he's back behind Devil, letting his arms drape over the other's shoulders and rest on his chest. Usually, he's hardly one for displays of physical affection. Something about the other just brings it out of him.

He closes his eyes, resting his head on Devil's shoulder. He sends up a silent prayer to his old master. 'Let me keep this. Just for a little while longer. Keep us both safe.']

Let us hope you get into as little trouble as possible.

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