Thread: ✗ ✘ øυϯ øƒ cøηϯяøℓ ✘ ✗ [Viktoff Samson & SoTheySay]

Her continued tremors was concerning, but Shin knew he'd have to do this. He'd either calm her down or fail to do so. Failure meant death, one way or another. Either her Kagune would take his life here, or the alerted Ghoul Investigators would track his miserable existence down through this incident and pop a Quinque clean into his chest. It wouldn't matter if he was a Rinkaku type with the infamous family blood in his veins. His past as a wild regenerator was nothing as well, he'd been starved long past expiration. A good gauging from her Kagune, or a beat down by Quinque would finish him. His mind raced over the family members who barely got a chance to meet him, the friends who ceased contact because his starvation was too gruesome to deal with. Maybe there was a certain comfort to meeting his end here. Kana would have to learn of the dangers and strengths of her Kagune somehow and Shin wanted to die. But, why couldn't he quell his fears? The regrets? He was drowning in the horror of those feelings even though he imagined he'd meet death smiling. Had he been wrong all along? Surely not. His intuition was one of his more keen features. Within a matter of moments, her Kagune would slip out of existence and her trembling body would relax along with her voice. To Shin's delight, the neighbors on this floor were probably off running errands or working their day jobs. He deduced this primarily from the way they hadn't lined up to kick in his door to rescue the terrified woman from his clutches. And even though she had calmed down, he refused to let go of her now. In a way, he was complete in this moment. What was the warmth filling his chest now? This wasn't the relief of swallowing a happy human pie. It was clearly discernable from his relief of not being exposed. This was an odd feeling, one that Shin felt the need to challenge and understand before he could welcome it completely. What would he do if she fell apart now, in his arms? An experiment gone wrong, a life cut short. Would he grief for her? Would he miss her? He's known her an hour now, max, and yet he didn't know how to answer the question with confidence. And as he was ready to dig into another thought, random and silly, she woke up. He could just tell, with like more than one sense, he could feel the peace fade from her form. At first, be was expressionless as he looked into her eyes. To his surprise, she shoot forth from his arms and clamored over to the other side of the couch. Her following look and words were initially adorable and his smile would reflect such. And yet, he felt his heart sink. Though she seemed flustered and cute, she didn't trust him at all. Was the warmth in his chest from before just a budding of a new form of ignorant one-sided obsession? He'd frown before standing off the couch, unwilling to entertain the misunderstanding a moment further. He wouldn't look at her now, simply walking straight into the kitchen with a mumble. You were thrashing and screaming in your sleep. Next time, I won't bother. He fought the irritation that was likely to swell in his voice, but failed. Snatching up his phone, he found a new message was sent to him, but he ignored it. A thumb-press shut off his screen as he set the phone down again. Shin stood in front of the sink, his eyes cast down. He wanted to pretend like he was busy, but he couldn't think of anything to do.