Latent Troubles II: Tangled Bonds

A/N: Character-centric. As usual, I'm winging things whatever comes to my mind then see where this is headed. Well, the framework here is to help articulate the duo's bonds as cousins and try to show a flashback of their first meeting.

"I realize that the sight of suffering people influenced only my emotions, but not my conduct. On the plane of feelings only sentimentality emerged; in the realm of decisions, on the other hand, I continued to be ruled by the principles of utility."

- Albert Speer, Inside the Third Reich

There's something captivating about the clear dark skies tonight. No clouds. No airships. No birds. No flying Grimm. No eyesores that could hinder one from witnessing millions of white dots appear and disappear and encompass the fragmented moon. Upon closing her eyes, only the quietness of the surroundings and the passing cold breeze permeated her senses.

If this moment, this illusion of peace and deathly hush, could go on forever, she felt she wouldn't mind losing her life.

But this feeling was nothing but a fleeting elation from being confined in the bustling city of strangers. Soon, she'll loathe this Grimm-infested forest for practical reasons. Then she'll realize how foolish it is to contemplate something about committing suicide.

She did the latter once in front of a certain heiress. While things ended peacefully after that, Cyzarine was left in a state of confusion.

She felt that something's missing and..... very wrong about herself.

Without looking, the green-haired girl pulled out Adlig Teufel carefully and pointed it at the sky. Its steel dagger blades gleamed, and colors green and purple Dusts reflected gently their color to her right cheek.

Hm

Her dark blue eyes remained impassive when she flipped her weapon and pointed it at herself, the tip of the blades inching closer until they touched her forehead. Her lip twitched at the contact those comforting cold blades against her skin.

Up to this time, Cyzarine was under the spell of her own pleasurable illusion. But she was merely spoiling this sinful momentary feeling lest she loses herself. She wasn't going to kill herself. Not yet. Until the realm of her emotions was satisfied, the blades will remain connected to her. She needed something dangerous to snap out herself of this trance.

Just a little longer

Gently, she stroked the gun's trigger with her thumb. The night was silent, but Cyzarine felt she was going deaf from the pounding of her heart. Its buildup was getting stronger with adrenaline rush in face of danger. Her fight-or-flight response was waking up. It was a good sign, she thought. This should bring relief to her.

Her weapon returned to its holster.

"Just now, I was thinking if I should help you kill yourself."

Cyzarine sighed. "If I have a death wish that requires assistance then you're welcome to do so."

To the side of the shed where the moonlight cast a shadow, a dark figure of a human sat idly on top of wooden boxes near the girl.

(WIP)