Desire, obsession, fear, hesitation, self-hatred, frustration, distortion...
...Soren knew that something in him was changing. But would it be for better or worse?
𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 | jkk x m!oc
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┌────── 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ──────┐
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟑
❝My spine already looks like a snake, changing the skin you are amazed to see me❞
└────── 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ──────┘
The cold wind cut through his skin as Soren stood on the rooftop's edge, looking out over the city spread out in the early morning mist. It was his first solo mission, though not entirely, as Gojo had insisted on accompanying him "just in case." For a moment, he felt his mentor's gaze, silent and constant, assessing him.
The city was too quiet, an unnatural silence that made Soren uncomfortable. It was as if something in the air was waiting for the exact moment to break. He breathed deeply, searching for the anchor he had found the night before by containing his cursed energy, that ephemeral peace that kept him afloat. However, the whisper he felt at the end of his last training still hovered in his mind, like a song he couldn't forget. "For your darkness to bloom, you don't need to do anything." It wasn't his own voice, nor a familiar voice, but it clung to him.
—Ready, Soren? — Gojo asked, interrupting his thoughts.
—Sort of — Soren smiled, though he didn't feel safe.
In the center of the plaza before them, several low-level cursed spirits lurked, a strange congregation even for beings like them. They were unstable and dangerous, but nothing he couldn't handle. He'd dealt with curses before, though this time there was something different. The pressure in the air wasn't just from the spirits; he felt it from within, an energy that pulsed in his chest, waiting for the moment to break free.
