just_muse_me 15.1.2 {RP with bulletcarnage}

[kandescence]

"If you're going through hell, keep going." - Winston ChurchillKanda awoke to stillness, the near-silent whisper of falling snow. It coated his bare shoulders and his hair, which fell loose and limp and already wet over his cheeks and back

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[bulletcarnage]

It didn't matter how long he stayed above ground, how many of the streets he stalked through, or how often he would tilt his head up to stare at the impression of the sun behind the grey of the clouds on the surface because something always seemed to crawl up from that place like a shadow catching at his heels and clawing its way up his back to his shoulders and then-- Well, he'd never allowed it to go that far but he always got the feeling if he did it would slid through his lips, over his teeth and tongue like some thick black tarring substance. He imagined then that the very taste would be rancid enough to make him double over, retch wetly and try to spit it out with all his might. Until he found he was fighting too hard to hate a taste that he adored and instead of spitting it out he'd swallow it down with a shudder of terrible pleasure and the next time it would leave his mouth it would be in a liberating vapour trail with the density of the desire having coated his insides and remaining quite settled within him

[bulletcarnage]

The darkness broke so suddenly into light that Heine thought he'd literally been blinded by something, shot in both eyes as he screeched to a halt and hissed loudly as he whipped a hand up to cover his sharp red eyes.

Slowly, the white became patched to black spots and bit by bit he found his vision returning under the shade provided from his arm overhanging his face. The blurred shapes he was beginning to make out were coming into focus and it was not what he was expecting as he panted heavily, not remembering how long he had been running for nor how far before the light had forced him still.

A city. But not the one he was expecting. It wasn't grey and vaguely oily, but somewhat red and sandy, old looking in a way he was not used to and... Hot.

Fuck it was really hot. The sun was completely visible in the sky and he knew it without even glancing up and it was pretty merciless. His first thought should have been 'what the fuck just happened?' but instead it was 'Where the fuck do I find some shade?' and so he wasted no more than a

[kandescence]

The city felt, to Kanda, like just about the strangest place he had ever been. The colors, the textures-he'd traveled all over Europe, all over Asia, had been to the Middle East and Africa. He'd seen more of the world than most people he met ever would in their lives, but he had never seen a place at all like this. The Ark had been eerie, but crafted by Noah he expected it to feel eerie-not strictly a part of the world

[bulletcarnage]

Kanda certainly was being watched as he moved along the streets of the hot, sandy city, but not with a hunter's eye for the time being. Heine was just watching with the strongest sense of curiosity he could muster when being hot and bothered in the way he was, which all considered was not that much. He followed the other figure's movements with his eyes along, never really feeling the need to turn his head to do so if the dark-haired boy faded out of his peripheral vision because it became clear that he'd pace back into it once more soon enough.

The only noises he made for the whole time was the low noise of breathing through his nose, the occasional huff of frustration that the sun wasn't descending any faster, and the single growl of discontent he made when the idea that maybe night never came to this unknown place flashed through his head. Bullshit. There had to be night.

He'd almost forgotten about the other person wandering in the heat until he suddenly noticed how close they'd gotten and actually heard them say...something.

[kandescence]

Kanda blinked once, and then his brow furrowed in a frown.

Simultaneous to his realization that the person in front of him was not (almost thankfully, to his mind) Allen Walker, he had registered a couple things. The first was the guns strapped to the other man's thighs-the way he was sitting with a sort of nonchalance about them there told him that these were definitely more than just props. And the second was that this was unmistakably the person who he'd sensed watching him.

Whether or not that made him hostile, per se, Kanda wasn't yet sure, but it definitely made him suspect, as did the neutrally appraising way he was looking at him, which Kanda didn't miss for a moment.

His sword firmly in his hand, though he made no move to draw it, he replied almost as abruptly, "Nothing. Who are you?"