🌸 | Event

[lovebreathing]

Who ⬤ Mitsuri Kanroji
What ⬤ Beach / Blood Rain
When ⬤ June 2022
Content Warnings ⬤ body horror ? hallucinated loss of a limb


🏖️ lifeguard / beach

[ mitsuri is dutifully watching the beach, one of shinobu's floaties held around her waist. she'd ran out at the last minute to buy a bathing suit and had settled on a simple, plain black bikini. it was nothing special,
and a little snug, but seemed to be much better than the leftover options being given out.

as far as she's concerned, 2 hours of work was a very small price to pay for such a fun occassion, and she's more than content to sit and watch people playing games or swim for a while... especially since she can sit and graze on free treats from the stalls. among the food, she'd also decided to indulge in a bit of alchohol. it definitely wasn't her usual fare, but she'd turned 20 on the first of the month and been curious, deciding to try it at least once. ]

🍉 watermelon

[ breaking open watermelons was a summer staple! mitsuri was more than happy to participate in the game, and she carries the remnants of her watermelon with her, approaching others to try and share. in particular, she's prone to approaching those that seem shy: stragglers or people hiding beneath the shade. ]

Hi!! Do you want some? There was a lot leftover!

[ the worst they can probably do, as far as she thinks, is say no. ]

🩸 blood rain (tw)

"Please, come this way!"

[ there's a hitch to her words as she rushes forwards, directing stragglers inside. it was getting hard to breathe, somehow, with all of this rain -- and the smell. although even if she weren't in enma, mitsuri still would have thrown herself into this, frantic to try and redirect as many people as possible from this horrible situation.

trying to weather a night like this isn't the easiest thing to do in the first place, but as time stretches on she finds herself growing more and more unsettled: more jumpy at the sight of wavering shadows, more on-edge from the constant downpour. the scent of blood had long churned her stomach, and she tries her best to keep her vision clear, continually wiping blood away from her face.

but it was hard -- too much -- and mitsuri eventually begins to fall to her own hallucinations: her fingers begin to unravel before her very eyes, skin peeling away and dissolving in the rain. mitsuri's breath stills from the sight of it, from the steady exposure of tendon and bone -- the loss of her entire right arm. everything suddenly sounds far away, the rain splatters a backdrop to the beat of her heart, as she realizes she's losing more of herself.

with her arm goes portions of her face, skin fraying to expose the muscles of her cheek, her ear slowly dissolving too. she traces these open wounds with the fingers of her remaining hand, all of the marks she could see, the scratches and bruises -- all more than familiar for her.

This was how she'd died.

she doesn't notice the people around her anymore, whether they approach or stop altogether, whether or not they could see what she does. for the moment, she's completely shocked, staring aimlessly down at where her right hand should have had been. ]