11-15-2018, 09:06 PM
The past should be in the past. He would rather forget who he was before. Maybe then he won't be him - he won't be bound to fate like a prisoner awaiting his execution. A hammer of justice. It strikes and punishment is head but not deciphered. He knows that the more his history flashes back at him, the more he will be pulled back. He will be trapped there forever if he doesn't leave his past behind. Believe him, he is trying. It's easier when Kirishima isn't around, it's easier when Jiro isn't around, it's easier when no one else in his class has dared to reach the island. And yet, without knowing, another court trial awaits him. The room is both noise and silence, garbled words and chatters, watching and waiting the door. They know what is coming. They know the naivety of the one who will pass it. The people who sit within the court room are predators in wait to ambush, the emotions are lurking with silver-lined claws, monstrous eyes narrowing in. Bakugou doesn't know what he will see, who he will meet. He doesn't realise that in approaching such a gathering at the border that he will see -... someone he does not wish to see, people who he would rather have forgotten.
It is cruel of him to think that he wants to push them all aside, them them fade with time and rust like old metal. And yet breathing around even a friend such as Kirishima is difficult. He remembers what it was like to be human, the strength that he felt in being alive. The sensation of having fingers attached to palms is faint, overwhelmed by the bitterness of his dangerous emotions. But now there is another, a face that is first blurred to him. It is beginning to clear. The scars, the green, the expression. He sees the connection between the stranger and Kirishima and it becomes apparent to him. Crystalline. The Quartermaster's throat is dry. "Deku..." he begins, smoke leaving his maw. He is threatened. Just like everything else, he wants to push them all aside, all back down into the depths of an ocean. He would rather Midoriya be chained to the ocean's floor, never allow him to reach the surface. No, not in his world. This world was his for the taking. He doesn't want to see another world be taken from him. "If you're here for a visit...then hurry it up and fuck off." Sanguine eyes burn daggers in the male's direction but he immediately turns around, ears hot in anger and begins to walk away. He can't stand looking at either of them.
It is cruel of him to think that he wants to push them all aside, them them fade with time and rust like old metal. And yet breathing around even a friend such as Kirishima is difficult. He remembers what it was like to be human, the strength that he felt in being alive. The sensation of having fingers attached to palms is faint, overwhelmed by the bitterness of his dangerous emotions. But now there is another, a face that is first blurred to him. It is beginning to clear. The scars, the green, the expression. He sees the connection between the stranger and Kirishima and it becomes apparent to him. Crystalline. The Quartermaster's throat is dry. "Deku..." he begins, smoke leaving his maw. He is threatened. Just like everything else, he wants to push them all aside, all back down into the depths of an ocean. He would rather Midoriya be chained to the ocean's floor, never allow him to reach the surface. No, not in his world. This world was his for the taking. He doesn't want to see another world be taken from him. "If you're here for a visit...then hurry it up and fuck off." Sanguine eyes burn daggers in the male's direction but he immediately turns around, ears hot in anger and begins to walk away. He can't stand looking at either of them.