[ Meng Yao needn't work so hard to be in front of him, because at the mention of the word "teacher," the gardener whips around to face him. ]
The binding wasn't to—-
[ The blade catches the crack and splits the two halves apart, the porcelain shattering irreparably when it hits the ground, and the face that stares back at Meng Yao...
There are no eyes that stare back, sockets empty and scarred with shredded lids, the skin and flesh and even bone around the eye sockets heavily disfigured by gashes upon gashes dragged from eye to ear as if gouged out by claws, or by fingernails. In the shattered pieces of porcelain littered upon the ground, one of them may notice broken markings on the inside of the mask where it'd pressed against his forehead, may recognize it as a binding seal— one that, now broken, starts to smolder with black smoke that bursts forth and envelops the gardener and forces the transformation to that monster form that snarls and howls and towers over them.
Amami asks why he never attacked. Masked, bound, the man could be a gardener, a teacher, a person who tends to his tree and watches the days go by. Not an option for him anymore.
cw: eye... stuff
The binding wasn't to—-
[ The blade catches the crack and splits the two halves apart, the porcelain shattering irreparably when it hits the ground, and the face that stares back at Meng Yao...
There are no eyes that stare back, sockets empty and scarred with shredded lids, the skin and flesh and even bone around the eye sockets heavily disfigured by gashes upon gashes dragged from eye to ear as if gouged out by claws, or by fingernails. In the shattered pieces of porcelain littered upon the ground, one of them may notice broken markings on the inside of the mask where it'd pressed against his forehead, may recognize it as a binding seal— one that, now broken, starts to smolder with black smoke that bursts forth and envelops the gardener and forces the transformation to that monster form that snarls and howls and towers over them.
Amami asks why he never attacked. Masked, bound, the man could be a gardener, a teacher, a person who tends to his tree and watches the days go by. Not an option for him anymore.
Meng Yao vc: arson ]