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【𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓶𝓪】

↠Angst
↠Mention of suicide and self-harm
↠Fem Reader

Word Count - 4113
When the party's over - Published 05/07/20

When the party's over - Billie Eilish
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Don't you know I'm no good for you?

The damp earth sunk under your feet as you ran, mud sticking, splashing through the thicket, the wintry air nipping at your skin tauntingly, as everything had become a blur in your mind. The once exquisite kimono that hugged your figure was now torn and dirtied as you continued with your escape, you had no recollection of where your geta were and the cold sensation of your wet tabi left your feet numb. The forest was dark, little light guiding your path as the trees reached their branches towards those who wandered in the woods, waiting to grasp at their prey. You had no clue where you were running to, your feet instinctively bounding away for what seemed like hours. Despite when your lungs withered with each breath and the metallic taste of blood seemingly choked your throat, you still ran.

You had to get away before they found you.

Heart pounding in your chest, the loud rhythmic thumping was all you could comprehend as your ears failed to pick up the distant yells and screams that emitted in your trail. Breaths panting as thick clouds of condensation left your chapped lips, bursting from the maze of trees as a clearing appeared right in front of you. Hastily glancing around, trembling hands grasping at the sleeves of the kimono, blood sinking into the fabric as it dried. You let out a strangled cry, standing alone in the grassy clearing as the bright moon sunk towards the horizon. Tears slid down your cheeks, you felt lost, confused, absolutely exhausted, but that was the least of your worries.

The voices finally reached your ears, your hands reached for the small dagger hooked at your obi. You had forgot it was even there. Ripping it from its holster, it shook in your frame as it served as your last line of defense.

I've learned to lose you, can't afford to

When the figure emerged from your same very path, your heart dropped, tears bubbling in your eyes as the man reached for your trembling form. Slender fingers grasped your cheeks as your head lifted, meeting his luminous eyes which were the only things you could focus on. Despite the cold feeling of his flesh, it somehow managed to warm your soul and calm your worried state just to stay in his arms. Your lips parted, letting out hiccupped words which muffled into the fabric of his chest as you pressed yourself into him.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I c-couldn't run any further."

A gentle hand ran itself through your tangled locks, but it paused with the approaching footsteps that surrounded the both of you. The air turned icy, goosebumps infecting your skin as the figure pulled away.

"I'll protect you, don't worry. They cannot take you from me."

Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'

Douma's eccentric smile caused your chest to flutter, his eyes crinkling in delight as his hands reached for the twin fans that he treasured. They flitted open, revealing the golden lotus designs that you admired every time you had the privilege of seeing them, and a sense of relief washed over your body.

You'd be fine.

He maintained a placid composure as he studied the slayers who surrounded the two of them, padding around in circles but still keeping close to his companion. Closing his colorful eyes, Douma released a deep sigh, proceeding to fan himself.