EVEN EDEN BURNS

Indie Kurosaki Shun RP; Written by Stevie.

[shootingnova3]

트위터 해시태그 놀이.

슌 + 유리의 옷 + 유야의 대사

[dilfosaur]

ok i’m done with smallyoot and his buff boyfriends i need to sleep

[the-dark-rebels]

Casual Shun

Art: (click here to view) by あづま十字 (Juji Aduma) Shared with permission!

[jundais-blog]

Artist:  ドラン * Posted with permission | do not remove this caption !

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Artist:  りょうさく * Posted with permission | do not remove this caption !

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Artist:  りょうさく * Posted with permission | do not remove this caption !

[5ds]

“you were right all along, yuto…”

[frontierre]

「瑠璃、泣くな。もう大丈夫だ。」  “Ruri, don’t cry. It’s alright now.”

[jundais-blog]

Artist:  ドラン * Posted with permission | do not remove this caption !

[shootingnova3]

슌 표정 그려봤던 것

[corvns-blog]

        ❛   Great !    ❜  There’s a small pause as he moves across the room, only to return to the other’s side with a spare helmet in his hands. It’s grey, a lot less stylish than the one he currently wears, but it’ll do. He pushes it against the taller’s chest before climbing onto the vehicle – there’s plenty of room for two people, if a little cramped.

      A grin balances upon his expression as he turns grey eyes upon the other with purpose.  ❛   Hop on—- don’t worry, I’ll stick to the speed limits.    ❜His tone is almost mocking, but it’s just friendly jest. ❛   This is the easiest way for me to show you, so don’t go complaining.    ❜

[fifthbound-blog]

        HE HAS TO ADMIT HE’S surprised -- though not disappointed -- to find he’ll be experiencing such a feat first-hand, though he ‘sure Crow has a point; it likely would be the easiest way to go about showing him, rather than locating some spot from which he could look on while Crow demonstrates from afar. Helmet is slipped on without complaint as he takes up a spot behind driver, arms wrapping around his mid-section to prevent falling off. 

        ❛ Hadn’t planned on it. ❜ Shun answers with a small smile, unable to be seen in their current placement to each other but luckily can still be heard in tone,

[corvns-blog]

             ❛   Well…. yeah, but…    ❜  There’s a small pause, followed by a frustrated huff. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more paradoxical argument in his life and at this point he doesn’t even want to bother trying. Placing the oven gloves down on a counter, he leans back against it. He stretches his arms above his head with a groan, before he links his hands together behind his head, and glances at the other.

             ❛   If you’re so excited you can’t wait a couple of minutes for them to cool down then down let me stop ya’.    ❜

[fifthbound-blog]

        CONTENT HUFF IS expelled through nose, taking small step forward to pick up baked good out of a victorious obligation more so than a desire to toss food that is sure to scald his tongue directly into his mouth -- smells good, he notes, alongside the thought that they are, in fact, as hot as one would assume. He’s not one to waste food, well aware of what it feels like to starve, to scavenge for days and find only the most minimal to keep you alive, but he can’t quite help himself either ----- small piece of the muffin is ripped off from the top, a brief moment taken to debate whether or not he truly wishes to do what he’s thinking of. 

        Yes, he decides, flicking morsel directly at fellow duelist’s cheek before turning head and taking a quick bite out of his food in attempt to play innocent; it burns, of course, but he has to admit it’s far from bad in flavor. 

[fifthbound-blog]

@dragonvessel

        ❛ Not quite. Traps can’t be activated from the hand -- not usually, anyway. ❜ Some cards allow it, but it’s not common and shouldn’t be counted on -- particularly with the deck he put together for her. Still, he has to admit she’s made progress; a special summon from a chain is commendable to a newcomer, particularly one who struggled with normal summons just the other day. Though even with that said... Academia won’t kindly accept and correct a blunder; she’d die if she were against a real enemy. ❛ We should go check in with Nori; maybe he’s got more information on how to get you home. ❜ It’s not a top priority ( he’s told her this before -- their own people are dying; returning a dimension thrown stranger back home must come after the needs of a war torn city ) but it’s still a priority, nonetheless; there’s a chance some progress has been made. 

[halcygone-blog]

      Her eyes bore into Shun’s, willing him to look at her, to assure her that he doesn’t mean what she thinks he does, but he’s stubborn. He won’t meet her gaze. Her hands unclench in the fabric of his coat, falling to hang limply at her sides. Words form on her tongue and she closes her mouth to prevent them from escaping. She grits her teeth to keep from screaming. She reminds herself that they’re on a battlefield. She tells herself the same thing she has every day and every night since Academia came: she tells herself that there was nothing she could have done. She tells herself that she couldn’t have been faster or stronger or smarter. She tells herself that it wasn’t her fault.

      It doesn’t help any more than it ever did.

      She swallows down the sobs threatening to emerge in her chest and wipes away the moisture gathering in her eyes. She swathes her heart in bandages and she cloaks it in armor, thick chainmail and dangerous steel plates. She breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth like her mother taught her. She doesn’t think about Yuuto, but instead about what she’ll do when she finds the ones responsible for taking him from them. She does not cry; there is no time for tears in war.

      “I understand,” she said.

[fifthbound-blog]

        HE’S NOT SURE WHAT response he expected, his sister different from the one he knew prior to the invasion and even more so than the one he knew before her disappearance, experiences under her belt that he cannot currently imagine but he does know that wasn’t the one he wanted. It’s selfish, perhaps, but a breakdown he could have dealt with, tears and yelling and blame ----- he would have been able to take that with a simple stab to the heart; watching her swallow, blink back tears, straighten her shoulders... that knife twists, rips through the fragile organ beating so pitifully within his chest; what child must be so accustomed to death that she has learned to take news of it with angry acceptance? 

               He’s proud of her, in a sense, for being so strong ----- he just wishes she didn’t have to be. 

        ❛ ...I’m sorry. ❜ Utterly useless words, ones that held little meaning to being with and now, here, with corpses lining both memory and future, they mean even less; habitual response, something brought with them from better days and naught but a means to fill silence when one has nothing left to say. ❛ ...We should move somewhere else. I’m not keen on standing out in the open like this for too long. ❜ Not when his sister is still a target ----- a silent apology is given to Selena and Yuzu, his search neglected in favor of prioritizing the safety of his family. 

                                                                                    He’s sorry; she comes first. 

[boterhamworst]

[lord-with-airbags-blog]

[falseknees]