#thread restart for title purposes because mun is ocd >.>

[crxaturxs]

Close for Comfort

hellbrewed·: @abysskissed·

her drink is finished off soon enough,  with the last few sips tossed back into a single one.  she hums with satisfaction as the alcohol burns her throat,  just a little.  though mind is occupied,  she did not miss his motions.  the way he most to clasp hand o’er area which possessed injury prior.  she is silent in her observations,  ‘fore slowly beginning to stand with glass in hand.  she moves towards counter with it,  to place it on top and reach into cabinet to re-fill her glass.  she’d probably had enough,  enough that her emotional pain did not seem so heavy any more but at the same time,  it wasn’t enough.  it never was.

“i believe that tsubasa has had many dark thoughts and dreams .. perhaps at one point,  he did seek to end my life but i don’t believe that is something he thinks of any longer.  perhaps when we’d first met,  i was nothing more than a delectable thought but now?  i am his very heart.”  the sound of liquid filling her glass occupies what would have been silence when she stops talking,  and her eyes focus on the task at hand.

once her glass was nearly topped,  she puts the bottle down and raises her glass for a big gulp.  satisfying,  really.  the demon moves after,  to approach the kitchen table again but instead of sitting,  she places her glass down on the table and reaches towards him.  index finger hooking gentle under his chin to encourage his head to lift,  so that he looked up at her.  “who knows,  perhaps i’ll never even see him again.  it’ll take a lot of courage on his part to face me again.”

There was a time when Tsubasa’s thoughts flooded Juro’s own dreams. The horrors his most evil half would conjure would always leave the hunter exhausted and haunted the mornings he awoke. Very rarely were there times when Tsubasa would think only of Maya, leading Juro to know more of her before ever actually interacting with her the way he was now. Tsubasa did think fondly of her, and how he was able to was beyond him. Not in the sense that he himself did not see such warm qualities in her, but that Tsubasa was even capable of thinking of anyone in such a way. But as it was, rare.

Pondering this, Juro would polish off the last of the wine in his own glass, tipping his head back so as not to leave any behind, then setting the glass back upon the table, and lowering his head as he swallowed. The way Maya spoke of Tsubasa now made him feel for her, in a solemn manner. It was clear that she still loved him in some fashion, and in that sense, led him to pity her. Pity, because loving Tsubasa was a burden. It was a curse and if anything, a death sentence in his opinion. It truly did bewilder Juro how Tsubasa could feel anything besides hate and hunger, because that was all the hunter could ever feel from his other half when they were still one together.

When she approached, Juro found himself lost in thought from her words earlier, having not recognized that she was standing beside him now, until he felt the gentle slide of her finger under his chin, and let her guide his daze up towards her own. The statement made him curious, and for a moment, he was silent as he played with what to say to her next in his head. “You would be surprised at how selfish Tsubasa can be, when it comes to the things and people, he wants; but I think you are right, still. Someone has to stop him...”

Juro shifted in his seat, to stand, now looking down at Maya with glass in hand. It almost angered Juro that Tsubasa was able to love her, because it ultimately meant that he was inevitably going to hurt her, which he had. Perhaps his next statement was out of line, but it did not make sense to him either. Tsubasa didn’t deserve it, and Juro was certain that he never would. It angered him because of all the pain and loss that Juro suffered because of Tsubasa. “How could you love him? It has always been his nature to be a monster. So I don’t get it. I’m sorry.... I know we shared so much, he and I, but I never knew his endgame. Once we were separated, I was suspicious what he would do next, or what would happen.”

The hunter looked elsewhere, feeling guilty for approaching her with this, and almost regretted it. However, he had to know. Was there more to him that Juro simply never saw? Could there be a sliver of good in Tsubasa? As hard as it was to believe for him, he had to consider the possibility, but there was so much doubt, and Juro himself found a rage and hate growing inside himself for Tsubasa more now than he ever had before, if that was even possible.

“Weren’t you scared of him? I was terrified, all the time, because of who he was. The things he does. Didn’t that frighten you? I just don’t understand, Maya. Why would you willingly put yourself in a situation with such a dangerous monster? I will do everything I can to protect you now, but I have to know. I need to know how the demon side that was once me, could have ever been loved...”