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Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?
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adversitiiies:
Why was he always the one doing the chasing when the Pack broke off from one another? It was a simple enough question to consider, but the answer was so much more complicated.
Because Toboe always found comfort in being around others, not by himself, and didn’t understand why Tsume seemed to prefer the opposite. Because how could he know for certain that, even after all this time, Tsume would always come back to the Pack? Because in spite of how much he might have matured, Toboe was still a pup, a pup who had already lost his entire family before.
He couldn’t stand the thought of losing his family again.
Toboe hesitated only a few seconds before he continued walking, remaining a few paces behind the older wolf.
“Aren’t you tired of always storming off like this whenever you don’t like what Kiba’s doing?” He shot back. “He never runs off when you guys fight. Besides, we don’t know what’s out there; there might be humans, or other wolves. It’s safer to go as a group than on your own.”
This kid just didn’t get it. But he was a pet at one point, so he guessed maybe Toboe would never understand. He didn’t need to be lectured by someone younger than him. But he tried to keep his cool, letting out another slightly annoyed sigh.
“I couldn’t careless what that smart ass does or doesn’t do. This is how I cool off. I like my alone time, don’t you remember? I was a lone wolf, damnit. I like my alone time. What do you not get about that?”
He ran a hand through his short hair. Eyes looking back ahead. “What’s out here? A bunch of nothing. Humans? We look iike them, they’ll leave us alone. Other wolves, yeah bring them on. I’m not scared of anything. I can take on anything too. You got that? I’m not weak. So if you’re so scared, why not run back to the others?”
He’d had a pretty decent-sized pack of humans trailing after him for somebody who claimed to be a lone wolf, but the pup figured it was best to not bring that up. The older wolf was getting irritated enough.
Maybe at one point, Toboe would have chosen not to press his luck and returned to their friends with his tail between his legs. But he wasn’t the same pup who had started this journey, even if all his friends just seemed to view him as the token tag-along kid. This pup was starting to develop a spine to go along with his fangs.
“I’m not scared,” he insisted. “And I’m not saying you’re weak. But haven’t you noticed by now that whenever we get all split up like this, somebody winds up in trouble? It’s safer to stay with the rest of the pack.”
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@adversitiiies | Inuyasha | from here:
He was, surprisingly generous in his appraisal of her skills. However, that day, she had been carrying two jewel shards and it had been the only reason she had fought against him as an equal. But… the thought that someone like Inuyasha would admit that there was still a need for a person like her in their group… it was heart-warming. Especially considering that she had betrayed him and… there was a very high likelihood that she could do so again.
Sango would choose to save all of them and give her own life, if she could… but Naraku’s plots never worked out that nicely for her.
“I… see… thank you.”
She could feel guilt rising inside her chest again and kept her head lowered, waiting for something, anything, to provide a distraction.
“When is Kagome-Chan returning?”
Why shouldn’t he be complimentary? For a human, Sango was plenty skilled, even without any jewel shards to boost her natural abilities. The way she carried around her Hiraikotsu as if it were nothing only proved that.
Sango had certainly made her mistakes in the past, but then, they all had. At least Sango had a good excuse for her mistakes; not having a particularly close relationship with his own brother, Inuyasha might not have personally seen why she cared so much, but he could understand the pain of losing somebody so important. If they had the chance, of course they would do whatever it took to save their loved ones. Inuyasha trusted her, just as much as anyone else in their group, and there was no need to dwell on it.
“Not soon enough.” The half-demon’s demeanor immediately shifted to something more resembling a pout at the sudden subject change, though he’d be loathe to admit it.
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miragefactory:
Of course Ino loved to be complimented. It was like a nutrient she needed at least once a day. Perhaps it was because she had been raised a little spoiled, or perhaps… she genuinely saw beauty in everything around her- so naturally she’d see it in herself, too.
But he… well… she was pretty sure she’d need a cardiologist at this rate to explain the rhythm of her erratic heartbeat.
Ino vision:
That smile was… freaking gorgeous. Silky hair, high cheekbones, a handsome voice… and his refined manner of speaking. He looked like a nobleman.
Ino blinked, some of the words making it to her brain. He… seemed to dislike angels? Weren’t they the bastion of goodness and kindness?
“But… I thought angels were like friends… you know? Like a guardian to protect you.”
That is certainly what Ino hoped to be like. Swooping down to rescue her friends in trouble, whether it was a young girl being bullied, or to help out her team mates in battle. She was always ready to rescue them first– and then fight with righteous fury against those who had hurt her loved ones.
“Heh… if you don’t believe in angels, then what concept do you believe in?”
“It is easier to think that, I suppose, when that’s the very thing they want you to believe. Really, if they’re so good and kind as everyone seems to believe, why do you suppose there is so much unhappiness and pain in the world? Are some less fortunate souls simply less worthy of an angel’s guardianship than others?”
It was certainly just the demon in him coming out at the moment, meddling in mortal affairs and twisting their thoughts, but he had to get his entertainment somehow. His existence was so boring at times, who could really blame him for wanting to make things a bit more interesting for himself?
Her question, however, gave him pause, an almost thoughtful look clouding his eyes. He’d never been questioned as to his own beliefs before, he wasn’t entirely certain he had any. He knew, naturally, creatures such as demons and angels existed, but he certainly wouldn’t put any amount of trust in any of them.
“I’ve never quite thought about it, but I suppose... I simply believe in myself.”
swanwinged-princess:
“Mmmm…”
She looked around for a moment, pressing her lips together as she tried to think.
“Well, I- I think what happened is that the parent- or parents- went off to find food, and this little one… Well, its eyes are still mostly closed, so it couldn’t tell it was getting too close to the edge of the nest..”
It wasn’t exactly her first baby bird rescue– in fact, back home- or rather, in Europe- she was practically running an animal rehabilitation center out of her bedroom. But this particular chick didn’t need anything more extensive than a bit of simple healing and to be returned to its nest…
“D-Do you… um… What if you- picked me up…? So I could reach..?”
He was still studying the nest, wondering if he could maybe jump to it if he got a good enough running start, when her question made him blink.
Oh. Duh.
Carrying somebody was no problem for him, but lifting them up and holding them steady was tricky, unless it was a team effort or he’d partnered with them for such things before. If they fell, he’d probably only be able to catch her or the bird, but it was probably for the best if he didn’t mention that.
But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. She used to do ballet or gymnastics or something, right? Hadn’t he heard her mention that at some point? She had to have good balance for that, right?
“I mean, I can try if you think you can balance yourself.”
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“You think so, too?”
Todoroki’s eyes widened in astonishment. While it was a notion he had harbored since the Sports Festival, hearing Midoriya dismiss it as false had left him believing he was reading into signs which only existed in his mind. However, if Kirishima had also formed the same theory, it lent far more validity to his.
With a nod of his head, Todoroki revealed his agreement. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. It only makes sense, when you add everything up.” Pressing his lips together, his brows furrowed slightly. “I just wonder why they’re keeping it such a secret, but I guess it’s none of our business.” Were Midoriya’s mother and All Might quietly married? Or had they conceived Midoriya without such a union, which prompted the confidentiality? The longer he dwelt on it, the more questions emerged.
Finally, Todoroki allowed a shrug of his shoulders. It seemed unlikely that they would ever be given confirmation. “Do you think any of the others have secrets?”
“If you were Midoriya, would you want all that attention from being All Might’s kid?” Alternatively, if he were All Might, would he want to admit that his kid was the one who broke every bone in his body whenever he used his Quirk? “I mean it’s probably to protect him and his mom; they’d definitely be a target for villains if word got out.”
At least knowing for sure that Todoroki had the same suspicions meant he wasn’t entirely crazy. His classmate was right that it might not have been any of their business, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t speculate. Kirishima didn’t exactly have the concentration capabilities for theorizing, but it was pretty hard to ignore when things were happening right in front of him.
“Oh man, you don’t know the half of it.” Kirishima knew way too many secrets about their classmates. Apparently he was just the sort of person people felt comfortable talking to. “I swear almost half our class needs therapy or somethin’.”
heinoushangar:
“And how very chivalrous of you, ya black vulture.” She cooed so softly in response, absolutely spurious. In her eyes, he was very much like a vulture, the way he stalked her grandson ; always present, rarely ever foot away. Many did not see fault in this, of course! He is just an attentive and caring man, staying to the side of the young master Phantomhive and keeping him safe like any loyal, dedicated servant would. Perhaps something almost like a father in their eyes, something like a parent for a child left without any. He was the very model of what every butler should be, after all —- and even Queen Elizabeth appeared to recognize that.
.. But in ways Claudia nauseated him, Sebastian had the very same affect on her, for different reasons of the same genre. He didn’t fit, despite being so perfect. He came out of nowhere, you see, curled around her grandson’s waist like a snake. A stranger completely. An invader.
Like Ciel played chess against the very world, these two seemed to play behind his back, more quiet as to not disrupt their young charge .. yet.
Fluttering chilled fingers to the sky, the turtledove is shaken from its ball and immediately taking flight to the furthest tree in the garden, allowing the Countess to lax her arms in her seat’s rest and pay full attention Sebastian. “Well, seeing as I haven’t got to be checkin’ my silverware for signs’a impendin’ death, I wouldn’t mind a bit of somethin’ to eat.” And yet, she too had some reliance on him. Where she now lacked Tanaka and Cedric for support, the only viable option for the ailed noble was Him. Damn the irony. “Somethin’ sweet. How about it, butler? I’ll even let you ferry me inside. ~”
“It would be an honor, Madame.” The very notion of touching the former Watchdog made the demon want to recoil in revulsion, but a butler must not allow himself to be thrown off by such trivial inconveniences. Endure the wench with her icy touch and icier gaze, her insults that didn’t merit so much as the bat of an eye. (No matter how deeply they may have dug under his skin; did she not realize she was just a weak, pitiful human he could easily break?!) Endure it; this was merely a passing moment to his lifespan. Soon enough he would have his prize, and he could fondly bid farewell to the Countess.
Ciel was resolute that he had cut all ties, that he no longer had an attachment to this world other than the vengeance that drove him. Yet Sebastian could all too easily see the cracks in the young Earl’s armor. Madame Red. Elizabeth. Claudia Phantomhive.
Well, Madame Red was no longer an issue, and Ciel would certainly leave Lizzie with no qualms so long as Sebastian guaranteed her safety after the fact. Claudia was the problem, the fly in the ointment. Ciel did not seek her council, but when she offered it he heeded it more than Sebastian’s. The mere mention of Claudia’s name, when being reminded of all he would be leaving behind, made Ciel hesitate, every time. It was, of course, normal for a young boy to have affection for his dearest grandmother, but not when it interfered with a demon’s plans.
“I was preparing a Victoria Sponge Cake for the Young Master’s dessert this evening. It should be ready by now, if Bard hasn’t gotten his flames on it. If that is to your liking, milady.”
Moved!!
Finished up and queued all the replies I had in my drafts, so this blog is now officially an archive. Feel free to follow the new blog, @adversitiiies, just know that I probably won’t be following back or really doing much of anything on that blog until I get back from the con on Sunday.
Since I’m gonna be at a con this weekend, I think I might queue the last replies I have drafted for Saturday and Sunday so that by the time I’m back on Monday I can just officially move to the new blog and archive this one after my post-convention nap.
(I haven’t dropped the url yet bc it’s going to be the same one so I just have a placeholder set up right now, plus there’s nothing going on over there right now.)
“Um… Hel… Hello!”
“…? Oh. Hi.”
“…! Hiro-chan, I said hi! And he said hi back!”
“Yeah, I saw.”
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