The spirit had told you to dress in robes of white, as if for your own funeral, robed in the color of death, your face painted red. Your unusual, exotic blonde hair short-cut in mourning, you carried a pair of candles on iron holders between your teeth, a crown of iron with three such candles on your head. You was beneath the great bridge of Uji. Nobody would care. Your family had surely disowned you by now, because obviously this was your fault or it wouldn't have happened. Or at least, that was how you were thinking of it.
The last night, you were going to make sure you didn't rise from the waters until it was done. The knife would make sure of that. You knew how. You wouldn't take chances. The blood would wash away, and when it was done, when the mortal body was dead, be it from exposure of night after night, exhaustion, starvation, thirst, drowning or blood lose it would be done. You would rise into this world a demon.
Your pulse was starting to dim. It was all getting a sort of bloody fringe at the edge of your vision. It hurt and you were cold, but you didn't care. Even if the ritual failed, you didn't care. Maybe that bastard would find out still what you'd tried to do. You just wanted him to suffer the way he'd made you suffer. When your head slipped under, you could feel the burn in your lungs, the pain in your arms and then... nothing.
You didn't like how long it was. Oblivion was like that. Death was like that. You stopped feeling anything, and then an eternity passed, or perhaps only a moment. You rose from the water. your skin was pale and the candles were still lit. You could feel the jealousy seething in you, hot like lava. It burned with the embers of the candles and your eyes glowed. You grinned, tears flowing down your face as you looked into the water. You'd done it. You looked beautiful... perfectly arrayed for the moment. This was what you were meant for.
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Hashihime (CW: Ritual Suicide. Implied Double Homicide in Near Future)
Date: 2020-09-11 07:53 pm (UTC)The spirit had told you to dress in robes of white, as if for your own funeral, robed in the color of death, your face painted red. Your unusual, exotic blonde hair short-cut in mourning, you carried a pair of candles on iron holders between your teeth, a crown of iron with three such candles on your head. You was beneath the great bridge of Uji. Nobody would care. Your family had surely disowned you by now, because obviously this was your fault or it wouldn't have happened. Or at least, that was how you were thinking of it.
The last night, you were going to make sure you didn't rise from the waters until it was done. The knife would make sure of that. You knew how. You wouldn't take chances. The blood would wash away, and when it was done, when the mortal body was dead, be it from exposure of night after night, exhaustion, starvation, thirst, drowning or blood lose it would be done. You would rise into this world a demon.
Your pulse was starting to dim. It was all getting a sort of bloody fringe at the edge of your vision. It hurt and you were cold, but you didn't care. Even if the ritual failed, you didn't care. Maybe that bastard would find out still what you'd tried to do. You just wanted him to suffer the way he'd made you suffer. When your head slipped under, you could feel the burn in your lungs, the pain in your arms and then... nothing.
You didn't like how long it was. Oblivion was like that. Death was like that. You stopped feeling anything, and then an eternity passed, or perhaps only a moment. You rose from the water. your skin was pale and the candles were still lit. You could feel the jealousy seething in you, hot like lava. It burned with the embers of the candles and your eyes glowed. You grinned, tears flowing down your face as you looked into the water. You'd done it. You looked beautiful... perfectly arrayed for the moment. This was what you were meant for.
It was time for him to die. Screaming.