As soon as Mira's demeanor shifted, Yang expected a strike to follow - but it never came. Instead the huntrix girl seemed genuinely bewildered; Yang wasn't sure whether that was due to her words, actions or both. The demon gave a nod, along with a voiceless huff.
' that's+
Noticing how the demon raised her clawed hand to trample with the colorful, ethereal strings, the hunter's posture turned to a much more defensive one; readying herself to strike, if needed.
However, just as she was about to summon her ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ-๐ฅ๐ฐ, what unfolded next beforeใผ
right . . . it's been a while. '
Cracking a joke was certainly harder without tones to work with . . .
Once again the demon's eyes darted towards the sacred tree.
' My mentor planted it . . . Would you let me see it up close ? It has been so long . . . '
Gwi-Ma had never+
" no souls ", yang repeats.
she knows she's being ungrateful after everything yu-mi has done for her, but this is her choice. she hasn't taken souls in many decades. gwi-ma was the one who forced her to stay alive. without gwi-ma, it's only a matter of time until she withers+
" i can't make you take them, but the offer will still be there. "
they have to think of something. she's wasting away in front of her all to stay connected to the honmoon, even when it fought against her.
" i miss the honmoon... "
" i will be alright. "
it isn't a lie, yang does think that she might be, someday. so long as gwi-ma doesn't return, she will be. demonkind will be. they will learn.
" if you ever need help, i'm here. "
sometimes. sometimes it was necessary to get away from all this, to pretend that they aren't the new 'king of demons'. the title weighs them down like a fetter.
demonkind needs to figure out how to survive without a king.
it to shape it into words for Mira to read. Her patterns flaring up straight away around her hands as she did so.
' That tree . . . '
Another look was thrown towards it.
' I was there when it was planted. '
At first, the demon's eyes only lingered on the tree. Not intently staring as if she'd never seen a tree before but . . . lost. Her gaze almost empty as she stood lost in thought, as if she were far away and had completely forgotten about where she was in the first place.+
The day in which Mira would feel any drop of empathy towards a demon was one she never expected to live.
And here she was, gazing towards the other with a hint of curiosity in her eyes; observing just how the other shrunk in her place. Almost seeming to seek comfort withinใผ
have been so much easier with words. With a voice. She did have her abilities still, but with the new Honmoon in place it was much harder . . . Still, Yang tried.
Raising a single clawed hand to tap into the Honmoon just as any hunter could - plucking just a single ring from+
if all else perished, and he remained, i should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
souls.
the thought alone makes yang feel nauseous. she remembers each and every horrible thing she has done, back when she had freshly turned demon . . . things she refuses to do again.
" no souls ", yang simply says and shakes her head.
she's refused to take them under+
" you need souls. "
the wear fraying the edges of yang's voice tells them how bad it is. she watches the weakness pull down on her movements; yet yang still plays those songs.
songs they remember. even if the kims tainted the lyrics, the notes stay the same.
+
" better ", she says after some thinking, " i'm improving. i think. slowly. "
her voice, yes. her health is a different story. her body is more frail than ever; strengthening the barrier while it simultanously tries to banish her is weakening. but she will use her voice while+