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【𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵】

↠Gore warning!
↠Angst
↠Fem Reader

Word Count - 6374
How to Eat Life - Published 11/02/20

How to Eat Life - E ve
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A backpacker, who is searching for something missing​,
flew into a rage yet again​

A torn kimono, loose at the hips and stained with something foul—stained with something unknown along its fibers, fluttered past your legs in the whipping night breeze. The warming sense it provided was long gone from your prickled icy flesh, but it didn't bother you. The rhythmic pulsing instead occupied your weak mind, seeking anything to stop the infernal pain.

Oh how heavy, how slow, how weak your legs felt under the simple weight of your body, each confused step sinking deep into the cool earth, your toes curling into the dirt as if it'd finally ground you. The light weight of the kimono, even the hadajuban beneath, constricted each gasped breath exhaled in misty puffs. You couldn't wrap your mind around any of it, clutching desperately at your thrumming chest.

A weight tucked securely at your obi dangled with your shaky legs, reaching to fumble with the thing with unsteady hands. Like the rest of your worries and everything now left behind in your hasty path, it thumped to the grass with a deafening thud. Your ears hadn't recognized the sound. Instead a whispered voice echoed your ear, the warmth never grazing skin.

Following blindly, because locked away deep in those forgotten memories you screamed and begged yourself to listen, but this ignorant will was too much to stomach. A deeper voice, a stronger beck and call reached your soul, entangling itself so tightly around you that you could only follow in return to tug yourself away.

Only a fool would barter for control at this point.

​​​Even if I were to get hopeful over sudden happenings​

Yet for some reason, that empty weight missing from your hip sparked a sudden fear from deep within. Automatically your feet halted, bringing your body to a dangerous sway on your feet as your head tilted to allow the full moon to bathe its pale light along your face. Dull eyes gazed at such a cloudy sky, a milky haze sheltering the twinkling stars above, perhaps by such undeserving monstrosity.

The voice called out louder this time, severing all fragments of doubt to lull you deeper in its dark wake. So as you allowed yourself to carry on once more, all warning instincts fled you, and your katana lay forgotten at your feet.

It had finally come to you that the foul smell permeating your clothes had awakened something hidden within, stirring a wanton hatred that settled in the pit of your stomach. Your chest thundering away mimicked the gouged flesh that stung across your torso, yet when your fingertips grazed the spot with a fiery sensation, there was nothing gruesome to entertain your eyes.

So why—why did this pain linger with you? Because there was no such abrasions, no scratch, no wound ailing you, yet why did the blood staining your kimono smell like yours? A tightness constricting your neck—slowly, yet just as suffocating—accompanied the sensation.

you wouldn't appear at all​

The smell became so sickeningly sweet, making your entire world spin in a dark whirl of colors, and soon the garment dropped to the ground discarded as well. Only the white and pure hadajuban remained, yet it too would soon be stained the same crimson hue.