[ a plain answer, one that gives her very little direction — but it at least told her that akane was complacent to this. that she wanted it to end, and for it to be swift. she could pick up on that much, and she had to do her best to deliver that. it'd be selfish to leave her hanging there, for her trial by fire to be extended any longer.
she rises to her feet, using her wristband to wipe away snot gathering around her nose. she hobbles towards the supplies, and picks up the lighter fluid. she stares at it for an overlong moment, like she's in a daze or unresponsive, then flips the cap off. this was almost like cooking. it made her think of making soup every week with hajime and sharing it with quer — akane had tried the soup once. she weirdly hoped she liked it, and wished she could be sitting near the pool sharing another bowl with her.
almost methodically, she pours some lighter fluid onto the wood, flicking her wrist to send it a little farther — she's not looking while she does it. it hurts too much. right now, her insides were alight with fury and unfulfilled wishes, and she's on the verge of vomiting fire and emptiness.
ironic, she thought, that her death by fire brought about the end of a town's splendor, and this fire would bring about the continued prosperity of another. but now wasn't the time to dwell on things like irony and asceticism. it was time to kill someone.. to make them into martyr. she keeps flicking the lighter fluid until the canister is empty, her way of stalling.. she was still so scared, and her hands were shaking like a wet dog.
before she grabs the torch, she rustles through her pockets and pulls out two things — a butterscotch candy and a cigarette. her very last one. she plops the butterscotch in her mouth and tears up a little more as cloying sweetness melts into her melancholy. she wished akane had a free hand so she could have given it to her instead. she deserved it. ]
Okay. Is there.. anything you wanna say? Or should I just.. y'know.
[ as she says this, she puts the cigarette in her mouth and leans close to the torch, then takes a drag that melts her mind like the butterscotch in her mouth.
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she rises to her feet, using her wristband to wipe away snot gathering around her nose. she hobbles towards the supplies, and picks up the lighter fluid. she stares at it for an overlong moment, like she's in a daze or unresponsive, then flips the cap off. this was almost like cooking. it made her think of making soup every week with hajime and sharing it with quer — akane had tried the soup once. she weirdly hoped she liked it, and wished she could be sitting near the pool sharing another bowl with her.
almost methodically, she pours some lighter fluid onto the wood, flicking her wrist to send it a little farther — she's not looking while she does it. it hurts too much. right now, her insides were alight with fury and unfulfilled wishes, and she's on the verge of vomiting fire and emptiness.
ironic, she thought, that her death by fire brought about the end of a town's splendor, and this fire would bring about the continued prosperity of another. but now wasn't the time to dwell on things like irony and asceticism. it was time to kill someone.. to make them into martyr. she keeps flicking the lighter fluid until the canister is empty, her way of stalling.. she was still so scared, and her hands were shaking like a wet dog.
before she grabs the torch, she rustles through her pockets and pulls out two things — a butterscotch candy and a cigarette. her very last one. she plops the butterscotch in her mouth and tears up a little more as cloying sweetness melts into her melancholy. she wished akane had a free hand so she could have given it to her instead. she deserved it. ]
Okay. Is there.. anything you wanna say? Or should I just.. y'know.
[ as she says this, she puts the cigarette in her mouth and leans close to the torch, then takes a drag that melts her mind like the butterscotch in her mouth.
she grabs the torch. ]