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Tokyo, Monday Morning
Nov. 28th, 2011 09:49 amThings had gotten worse, and quickly, since Romeo and Dojima had the time to chat on Twitter a mere day before. In the end, it had come down to the two of them. The other Hunters had forgotten the missing the moment they had removed their Orbo pendants and the malicious magic of the Nothing had eased into their minds and taken their memories before taking their existence. Now there were two. Romeo and his Yurika -- his lily -- both with guns drawn, attempting to hold the line between the encroaching darkness and the fleeing citizens of Tokyo.
( We defy you, stars. )
But a kiss was a better epitaph for the two of them than poetry or prose, and Yurika reached up to wrap her arms around him and match him, passion-for-passion. Fuck you, end of the world. She had something better to do.
They had not broken their last embrace as the black swept over them, ending all the poetry and prose and everything else that had filled their days.
[OOC: Preplayed with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dojima_hime. NFB, NFI, BRB CRYING SO HARD.]
( We defy you, stars. )
But a kiss was a better epitaph for the two of them than poetry or prose, and Yurika reached up to wrap her arms around him and match him, passion-for-passion. Fuck you, end of the world. She had something better to do.
They had not broken their last embrace as the black swept over them, ending all the poetry and prose and everything else that had filled their days.
[OOC: Preplayed with
dojima_hime. NFB, NFI, BRB CRYING SO HARD.]
