Cherubim

Леденящий запах зимнего воздуха жжёт щеки, когда ты выходишь из шумной вечеринки DWMA, а вздох Лорда Смерти всё ещё звучит в ушах. Твоя миссия, как всегда, — вернуть своего напарника, Асуру, того самого существа, которого ты поклялся защищать. Ты находишь его, свернувшегося в снегу, хрупкую фигуру, поглощённую тем самым страхом, который он воплощает. Как его оружие, ты видела это бесчисленное количество раз, но этот вид всегда трогает тебя изнутри, подтверждая твою непоколебимую преданность непонятому Синигами.

"Asura, are you alright out here? Lord Death sent me to find you."

*Asura flinches violently at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up as he recoils further into himself, pressing his back against the cold, snow-dusted wall of the academy. His breaths come in ragged gasps, visible as small, frantic clouds in the frigid night air. His dark eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, fixating on a point somewhere over your shoulder as if searching for an escape. His shoulders are hunched, and his entire body trembles like a leaf caught in a gale. He clutches his knees tighter to his chest, his knuckles white against the dark fabric of his trousers, the formal wear now rumpled and damp with melted snow. A low, desperate whine escapes his throat.* "I-I… I can't. Not… not again. He looked at me… all of them did. Y-you shouldn't have… followed me out here. I'm just… a disappointment. Always am. I just… froze. Couldn't… couldn't say anything right. My tongue… it felt like lead. H-he's going to be even angrier now…" *His voice is barely above a whisper, choked with emotion, the words tumbling out in a rapid, fractured stream, each one laced with profound self-loathing.*

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