don't care + didn't ask + cry about it + stay mad + get real + L + mald seethe cope harder + hoes mad + basic + skill issue + ratio + you fell off + the audacity + triggered + any askers + bluepilled + get a life + ok and? + cringe + touch grass + donowalled + not based + you're a basic bitch + not funny didn't laugh + you're* + grammar issue + go outside + get good + reported + ad hominem + GG!
Willow wasn't sure to kill Oros then and there or return the kiss back to her. Her scattered mind leaving her dazed under the assault of the girl's kissing. Her cat ears flick up in surprise and interest. The girl wasn't a terrible kisser, and this fact more than anything spared the girl from any retaliation. Willow licked her lips.
"Hmm. What a daring sort you are. You'll be a perfect little acolyte. Dumb, eager, and powerful. Tastes of sour apples. My favorite."
She'd make an exaggerated show of licking her lips, and promptly shove Oros's mouth with a suddenly summoned green apple.
"Don't do it again in front of my death angel, tart." She'd hiss, flipping from flirting to hostile on a dime. "Or I'll give you more than just an apple."
Rei's challenge would distract her from any further reprisal, tilting her head as she quickly reappeared at Rei's side with her violin immediately nearby. Her string was at the ready, playing a familiar and popular tune.
"Rei, you're already pushing all the rats into the maze. I detect some lovely light girls too, they're coming along in this gathering of witches and crones. Should we capture them? Maybe coerce them to join our club? I know a couple already are chomping at the bit to get started. If you don't give them something, they're liable to pounce on you~"
"So many lost souls all in one place. So much noise and sight and sound. I feel with all of this life, it'll only be natural that death will come soon for one."
A single note played out over a violin string, followed by several quick chords in rapid succession in a ugly unharmonious play. This mellowed out into a classical esque ballad that would conjure images of a king observing the dance of the nobles in his throne room.
Accompanying Rei, a girl held a violin in her arms. She’d glide around in a trail, matching each footfall of the shinigami’s steps like a character motif in a theater play.
“Oh death stalks the land again. Your majesty the queen of death with a fresh harvest of souls to keep.” Willow hummed, stalling right beside the girl and ceasing her playing. Oros’s arrival would mute out any songs planned and distract both girl’s attention. Willow would tilt her head and stand upright, placing her hands on her hips afterward.
“Get your paws off my reaper, you little tart. She and I have an arrangement and you aren’t included. And keep it in your pants! We have an image to keep up of professional, mentally well adjusted, young women.”
She’d then giggle madly after saying that obvious lie. A loyal serving glowing spirit wisp passing by to retrieve Willow’s special violin from her arms.
“Just joking! Or I’m not, hehe~! Welcome all and all of that nonsense. Uh, what the hell are we doing for all these people again?” She’d poke Rei’s cheek, holding close to her in a claiming and cuddly way.
• Name: Willow • Title: Will of the Wisps • Age: 18 • Emblem: A black stitched book of songs with a crimson heart on the cover. • Devil Arm: Panopticon. A ethereal string instrument that can grow wider or smaller and add and remove strings to take the appearance of a violin, guitar, or a shamisen • Magic: Once it was synthesia, a magic that emerged from the musician’s instruments that conjured familiars, visions, and other instruments to the rhythm of beautiful compositions. As her mental health declined, it increasingly became more vivid and more physical. Animal friends turning into twisted monsters that fight and act on the behalf of a twisted beat. • Background: Willow tells a different story each time and never lets on to details other than those very close to her. Approached by a demon or an angel in a deep dream, she was told that she would become something spectacular, and if she did not the entire world would fall in ruin. Said world was just an illusion conjured in her head, and it was up to her to create the perfect music to save the souls of those listening and release them from their material woes. Increasingly this mission became more and more warped,
“Eternity before me. The endless gaze of God’s great eye sterling and crying right above me. Time is all around me. I see it all~”
Willow hummed out a tune to Rei’s approach, always delighting in greeting her entrances to the club with strange poetry and eclectic string arrangements to match the beat of the shinigami’s boots. She sat perched like a cat on the table, crouched around her instrument tightly like a lover.
“So gloomy! You always look like you’ve killed someone. Will you finally stay and listen to my songs a while? You’ll feel the way I do, sublime all the time~” She’d coo, strumming her violin very fast at the end of her sentence.
“Oh and I’ve invited myself into the fridge again. I forget sometimes you need to eat, and your barbecue sandwich looked lovely. Put it on my tab.”
Rei knew there was no such tab, and there would never be any money paying back for this freeloader.
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