Heya! If you're up to it, is it alright to request Wei Ying's reincarnation, but when he is finally back, finds out that he has a daughter? I'd like to think that his left over resentment could've made like a Nezuko-like child, one who'd run away from all the other clans (due to their inherent demonic nature) and live in the wild until Wei Ying eventually finds her himself based off what others told him :0 sorry for the ramble,, stay safe!!^^
Ok so like... I assumed this meant the reader was the daughter. But if I’m wrong, lemme know and I’ll make reader the mother or something! This was kinda fun tho ^w^ happy reading💖 you stay safe too🥺
Coming back to life made him rather busy. He still needed to get revenge for Mo Xuanyu and that took quite a bit of time.
The last thing he expected was to hear about what happened to you. His daughter.
First of all… HE HAS A CHILD?! He asked Lan Zhan who explained he had no idea either. When did he have time to have a child?
Wen Ning was the one who brought it up, explaining he’d heard rumors and looked into them. Turns out, you were half demon and weren’t exactly living a happy life.
After hearing enough rumors, Wei Ying set out with Lan Zhan and Wen Ning to find you.
Wei Ying had managed to find you by himself but what he saw broke his heart. You were pale with pitch black eyes, glaring at him. He recognized his own features… you really were his.
“You’re… (y/n)... do you know me?” He asked slowly, as if to not spook you. You tilted your head but felt a sense of kinship and moved closer to him.
“... papa…” you murmured, your eyes widening a little. You’d heard about your father and that was one of the reasons you ran from all the clans. No one liked the Yiling Patriarch, much less his child that was considered a sin itself.
This was him? This was your father? The Yiling Patriarch. You thought he was dead… everyone thought he was dead. This was the only person in the world that wouldn’t have rejected you but he went and died before he could help you.
Tears welled up in your eyes and you noticed the same for him. He knew you were angry. You’d grown all up without him. Like this, too.
“Why…” you whispered and he looked down with a nod. Your understanding and speaking was limited due to not having an actual parent figure in your life. Wei Ying understood that.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He responded wanting nothing more than to take away every ounce of pain you felt.
As furious as you were… you were also alone and it wasn’t his fault. He literally died. Instead of fighting him, you approached him, letting him take a good look at you.
“You’re all grown up.”
“13 years…”
“You’re still grown up.” He whispered as he weakly held his hands out. You knew he was asking to take your hands but actually wanted a hug, so you conceded.
You walked into him and wrapped your arms around his waist. Wei Ying had never felt happier. He held you close, rubbing your back as you let the tears flow.
“I’m sorry I’m so late…”
“Papa…” you repeated, wanting to get used to that word.
“Wei Ying?” Both you and Wei Ying turned to see Lan Zhan and Wen Ning approaching. Although Wei Ying was crying, he had the biggest smile on his face.
Hello! Hi! Ok, if it wasn’t already obvious from how my blog looks, I love this man, therefore my second post here will be a fic of him. I’m still learning about this particular novel/show so please don’t be too harsh with him. I hope you enjoy! (I might make banners-)
Sidenote: This one is kinda all over the place, there’s a lot of backstory for you and Xingchen, but I think it’s ok!
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: Ever since you met Xiao Xingchen, you’ve always given him flowers. In return, he gives you his time.
Hello! Little disclaimer: This is the same format used on two different blogs, they’re both mine (if you’ve seen them). This is just a really fun thing to do, so I always try to do them for new fandoms I join and whatnot. I hope you like it!
Sidenote: Normally, I have banners just cuz they look nice but I’m not sure if I wanna make em for this blog, yet.
Includes: Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Wen Ning, Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng, Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan, and Xue Yang.
Come one, come all! See what happens when someone flirts with you in front of your men!
A/N: Hi! I tried my best with this but Lan Wangji is a difficult character for me to write. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this (:
Memories were a funny thing, you reasoned silently.
They were technically nothing more than fragments from the past, snippets of events that had already transpired. Yet, they held power over everyone. Some more than others.
You were entrapped in a memory now, a memory that left a bittersweet taste on your tongue and sent your heart pounding like a war-drum. You could recall the desperation, the fear, and the rage that had consumed you as you stood back to back to the one person you trusted more than anyone else in the world.
You had thought you were going to die.
Dizzy from blood loss and fatigue, your clothes caked in sweat, dirt, and gore, you had turned to your companion, perhaps a bit delirious. And perhaps it was a terrible time but you thought that Lan Zhan looked practically ethereal in the scarce moonlight, his handsome features unmarred. Your breath became caught in your throat. Were you really about to die with years full of unresolved tension between the two of you?
As far back as you could remember, you and Lan Wangji had been close friends, a feat that had surprised both his brother and his uncle. Lan Zhan didn't have friends, either by his own choice or because almost everyone he met was intimidated by his presence. Not you though. Never you.
From the moment the two of you met, you had made it your mission to befriend him. You knew loneliness when you saw it. Lan Zhan didn't need friends. That didn't mean he didn't want them.
It wasn't an easy process, admittedly.
Lan Zhan was moody, despite his outward appearance of disinterest. And stubborn beyond words. The two of you bumped heads more than once but the two of you respected each other and over time, you liked to think that Lan Zhan grew to even like you.
But then, you had dragged him along on this night hunt and everything, to put it simply, had gone to shit. You had somehow gotten the category of creature wrong and the two of you were woefully unprepared. The other participants on the night hunt would undoubtedly come to your rescue but you worried if they would arrive in time to save you both. And the thought that Lan Zhan might die because of your mistake was more than you could handle. The guilt would kill you if the creature didn't.
You reached out and gripped his shoulder, ignoring the stains your blood-soaked hand left behind.
"Wangji." You muttered hoarsely.
He turned to you and you thought you saw surprise flicker in his eyes before he turned his attention back to the snarling beast in front of you. You had never addressed him so casually before and hearing you do so now must have jarred him.
"Hm?" He replied, his stance shifting as the beast lumbered forward.
"If I survive this, there's something I should tell you." You uttered softly, your eyes also focused on the creature in front of you.
"When." He replied bluntly, his hands tightening on the hilt of his sword, an unusually fierce expression settling over his handsome features. "When you survive this." He repeated resolutely.
With a nod, you moved into a fighting stance, which might have looked hopelessly foolish given the nature of your opponent, but seeing that you had lost your sword sometime during the initial struggle, there wasn't much else you could do at this point. You might be ready to give up but you couldn't allow Lan Zhan to see that. You had to fight. Fight until you couldn't stand if it came down to it.
"Do you have a plan?" You asked.
"Continue to hold it off until support arrives. Don't directly engage. Only defend." He answered simply.
A simple and dependable enough plan, you thought. However, there was one small oversight.
"I agree but unfortunately, I am without a weapon."
As if to articulate your point, you motioned behind the creature, where your sword could be seen lying on the ground, half concealed by a clump of weeds.
"I will protect you," Came his reply, devoid of any doubt.
You sighed, mostly in endearment. "Wangji. There's no way you can defend me as well as yourself. Between the two of us, we have too many blind spots. One of us will end up injured."
He was mulling your words over, you could tell. He tended to tighten his lips when he was in deep thought.
"Stay close." He said plainly before reaching out and tugging you behind him, all the while never taking his eyes off the beast in front of him. You stifled a gasp as you stumbled to a stop behind him, casting your eyes upward to study his expression. You could only see his profile but you could see his jaw was set in determination. You opened your mouth to protest but an earsplitting howl interrupted you.
Your heart dropped as the creature shook its massive, shaggy head. It seemed it was done studying the two of you and was now ready to charge. You braced yourself, fingers digging into the material of Lan Zhan's robes. To anyone else, it might look like you were clinging to him out of fear, but you were preparing to tug him out of the way if needed. You now had one single-minded goal. To protect Lan Zhan at all costs.
Because this was your fault technically and therefore, it was up to you to remedy your mistake.
The creature huffed and pawed at the ground, it's sunlight yellow eyes fixed on the two of you. Despite the creature being nonsentient, you could swear you could feel the hatred radiating from its gaze. You stared back at it, unflinching, your jaw clenched.
You could feel your legs beginning to tremble, could see dark spots dotting the edge of your vision. You blinked rapidly and your head lulled forward to rest against Lan Zhan's back. You gritted your teeth, plating your heels firmly on the ground. You were not going to pass out. But your head was swimming and you felt disconnected from your body. You could see the tremble in your hands, hear the blood rushing in your ears. The last thing you remember was the smell of incense, most definitely from Lan Zhan's robes, and the sound of your name being called in a tone that bordered on desperate.
You awoke to a much more peaceful scene than the one you had passed out to.
Weak sunlight, either from the sun setting or rising you couldn't tell, shone across the floorboards and a gentle breeze ruffled your hair, bringing with it the gentle smell of plum blossoms. You blinked languidly, your mind still clouded with sleep. It would seem you were alive.
With a jolt, you sat up, and instantly, your vision blurred, the world around you seeming to tilt on its axis. You flinched, cradling your head in your hands.
Where was Lan Zhan? Was he injured?
You slowly lifted your head and scanned the room, the quaint atmosphere doing nothing to calm your rattled nerves. Steeling your determination, you carefully untangled yourself from the bedsheets, gingerly swinging your feet off the bed, your toes hovering over the floorboards. With a small grunt, you heaved yourself to your feet and it was then that the door to your room soundlessly slid open and Lan Zhan, looking as immaculate as usual, stepped into the room. You froze as his eyes met yours. Instantly, he frowned in disapproval, his expression stern. However, you couldn't care less about how he was looking at you. You slumped in relief.
"Wangji. You're okay."
If he heard your words, he made no acknowledgment of them.
Mouth sat in a firm line, he calmly made his way across the room, bringing with him an air of silent concern. You watched him approach, your heart hammering against your chest. He stopped just inches away from you.
"You were hurt. You shouldn't be up yet."
You shook your head and let out a small laugh. "I'm fine, I promise. Really. I don't feel any pain."
As soon as the words left your mouth, a sharp stabbing sensation resonated from your left side and you hissed under your breath. Lan Zhan narrowed his eyes and you sighed in resignation as his jaw clenched in determination.
"Lay down." He instructed, his tone holding a certain amount of finality.
You complied reluctantly but only in order to offer him some amount of comfort. He was concerned for you, that much was clear. You would do him no favors by arguing with him. Plus, you knew him well enough to know there really wasn't any arguing with him when he had made up his mind about something.
Silently, he kneeled by your bedside and you couldn't help but think that such an action was unbefitting. Lan Zhan didn't belong kneeling on the ground. Certainly not in front of you.
He reached out, the tips of his fingers settling over your injured side. Despite the layer of cloth, his touch sent heat racing across your skin. Your breathing hitched as his eyes met yours, his expression conveying a silent question.
"Need to check your stitches. The sudden movement could have aggravated them."
In the back of your mind, you wondered why he couldn't just call for a physician. You opened your mouth to ask that exact question.
"Are you sure? We could just call the doctor."
Lan Zhan shook his head firmly. "He's healing to others. I was tasked with attending to you."
It was impossible to miss the blush that blossomed across his face.
"You stitched me?" You inquired curiously, trying desperately to keep your voice even.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Lan Zhan asked plainly, his inquisitive eyes searching your face. You shook your head.
"No. Just surprised that you agreed to do something like that. I was under the impression you didn't like physical contact."
Lan Zhan didn't reply, instead moving to rest his palm over the bundle of bandages just beneath your robes.
"Different." He declared solemnly. "You're different."
You swallowed thickly, your throat tightening at the unexpected care in his voice. You laughed, the noise sounding choked. "So what you're saying is I'm special?" You asked teasingly, doing your best to keep your tone light.
"Yes." He responded evenly.
You paused, lips parting in surprise. Suddenly, the room seemed more diminutive than it had when you first woke up, the air thick and humid.
"Lan Zhan." You whispered reverently. Your fingertips twitched at your side, desperate to reach out to him but trepidation held you back. You hardly flinched when he gently parted the front of your robes, his elegant hands carefully peeling back the layers of, thankfully clean, bandages.
You flinched as his knuckles lightly brushed against your skin.
Calm down. Focus. He's checking your injury. There's nothing more to this. Stop thinking about it so much.
But his words from earlier, spoken like some sort of confession, repeated in your mind on a loop. Then your own words, spoken during the height of your desperation, came back to you.
"If I survive this, there's something I should tell you."
Damn it.
You watched him from the corner of your eye, not daring to look at him fully. Because if you did, you were afraid of doing something stupid. He worked silently and efficiently, his gaze hyperfocused on the task in front of him. You couldn't recall the last time someone was so tender with you and it nearly made you weep.
Unexpectedly, his eyes found yours and all the breath in your lungs left your body. He held your gaze, unflinching, his hands still idly fumbling with the bandages as if he were hesitant to pull away. Your eyes darted over his features and inexplicably, were drawn to his lips. You tensed.
"Lan Zhan." You whispered, partly in warning.
"Hm?"
You muttered a curse that surely would have gotten you a tongue lashing of Lan Qiren before ducking your head and lightly pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. To your surprise, he didn't jerk away. Didn't push you away. Didn't so much as flinch.
It was as chaste of a kiss as you'd ever seen.
As you pulled away, you cast your eyes downward, your skin prickling uncomfortably. Your stomach was tying itself in knots and you could feel as well as hear your heart hammering. You forced yourself to raise your head, forced yourself to look at him.
A dark blush had overtaken his entire face as he mutely raised his fingers up to touch his lips. He looked shellshocked.
Shame overtook you.
"I'm so sorry." You professed frantically, rising your hands in a placating gesture. "I understand if you're angry with me. That was uncalled for. I don't know what I was thinking."
Lan Zhan sat, still and unmoving and the silence was only making you more anxious. You opened your mouth, ready to beg for forgiveness if needed.
"Not angry." He replied, his hand falling from his face and into his lap.
You blinked, your words dying on your tongue. "You're not?" You asked in a hushed tone.
He shook his head, his blush intensifying. "It was nice."
You couldn't stop the relieved smile that spread across your face. "That's a relief to hear. I thought you would hate me."
Lan Zhan shook his head resolutely. "Couldn't." He said firmly.
You smiled warmly, truly touched by his words, as simple as they might be. Reassured by his words as well as the flustered blush that remained spread across his pale cheeks, you reached for his hand, interlocking your fingers with his.
"I know I kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”
You ran your thumb over his knuckles in a calming gesture, silently begging him to meet your eyes. When he did, you saw your emotions reflected back at you.
Longing. Desire. Tenderness.
Lan Zhan nodded, the action almost enthusiastic.
You leaned forward, your inner robes sliding off your shoulder, bare skin meeting the cool air of the room. You heard Lan Zhan make a strangled sort of sound and couldn't stop the little smirk that formed across your lips.
Your lips met his, soft and featherlight. You felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You were now practically sitting in his lap, your hands resting firmly on his shoulders as you gently ran your tongue over his closed lips, eliciting a low growl from him that had your toes curling. You pulled away, panting lightly, your hands still gripping the cloth of his robes.
He watched you, his eyes half-lidded.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Lan Zhan reached over and tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear. "Are you hungry?"
You chuckled, resting your head against his chest. Of course, it would take more than a kiss to distract him from his duty of caring for you. You pulled away, a small smile still lingering on your face. "I suppose I could eat. But only if I have the pleasure of dining with you, Hanguang-Jun." You teased lightly.
🥺 this is probably a dumb little ask but I’m super into knitting and was wondering how Felix and Sylvain might respond to receiving knitted socks as a way of like showing affection? That probably sounds super weird oops
knitted gifts. | s.g & f.f
-> Pairing: Sylvain x GN!Reader | Felix x GN!Reader
-> Genre: Fluff, Headcanons
-> Warnings: None
-> A/N: this isn’t weird at all! it’s super cute actually!im sorry this ones really really short i am just very tired LOL
felix
he’s not going to show it, but he thinks that it’s super sweet and a really unique gift to give
warm socks are a MUST in the cold winters of faerghus, so he’s really thankful for them and actually uses them often
just don’t point it out or else he’ll get supes embarrassed and might take them off
sylvain
FUCK sylvain is so STOKED
like the minute he sees socks? fuck YES. when he learns you MADE THEM? DOUBLE FUCK YES
he like never takes them off it gets kind of concerning ngl
once you decided to wash them and he almost panicked because he thought that he lost them and he didn’t have the heart to tell you
Last night my neighborhood experienced massive, devastating flash floods. My vehicle was submerged and completely destroyed (I have insurance but it’s slow processing) and although my material possessions are safe, I recently learned that me and my pet cat are going to have to find a new place to live within a week or so.
I am therefore opening for EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS. My rates are $7 for 500 words, 1k minimum and 5k maximum, with a $10 surcharge. I mainly write terato and monster fic, with an emphasis on pokephilia, preg, and breeding. Read more about my rates, my blacklist, and my situation here on Twitter.
If you want an indicator of quality, feel free to browse my ao3. Most of my fics there were written on commission (even if I can’t say as much due to ao3′s ToS.)
I should note that I already have a deep queue, and won’t be able to write comms until I’m settled in a new place (which will probably take at least a month.) For that reason, emergency comms will probably take months to receive.
I normally don’t open for comms when I have that much of a wait going on, but I’m desperate. I need a house and I need to take care of my cat.
Even if you don’t want or can’t afford a comm, signal boosting is highly appreciating. Thank you and god bless;;;
Hifumi is such a sunshine boi I LUV HIM😳😳💓💓💓💓💓💛💛 So I was wondering If I could request some Hcs of Matenrou with their s/o in quarantine? Like, a lot of dancing 'n playing games 'n fun 'n aAAAaaa💘💘💖💖💖💖
I agree Hifumi is so lovely!! this is such a cute idea I hope you enjoy <3
Jakurai would take the chance to spend as many days as he could being lazy, you didn’t take him for someone who liked to sleep in, but hours would be lost to staying in bed and chatting as you woke up. If you’re someone who plays mobile games, he’d rest his head on yours and watch intently as you played. He’d ask about your favourite characters and such saying “Oh they look so lovely, they’re so bright and sweet, just like you…” taking great joy in learning about the things you love. He’d use the time to try new hobbies with you, playing board games, reading new books, gaining each other’s love and trust even more so, so he would eventually recount stories from the past, opening his heart to you. His favourite position to ramble on would be with his head in your lap, you stroking his hair so soothingly he’d fall asleep by the end.
Hifumi would research the most fun games to play with you! I think he would love movement games, like Just Dance or similar, and you’d be having so much fun that you’d forget you were doing exercise. He’d pick his favourite songs to impress you with his moves, but a competitive side of him would come out, battling you to get the highest score. After some fun playtime, he’d take the extra time to cook special meals for you every night, for ‘my number one little kitten~’ deserved all the best food in the world. Having you helping him would be a dream, giving you taste-tests to make sure it was perfect, him twirling around in his apron to get your attention, and giving quick little kisses whenever he got close to you.
Doppo would take this opportunity to get what he needs. Lots. Of. Sleep. But knowing his luck he’d have been made to work from home. During his work hours though you would make sure he was all cosied up, with blankets and some tea, checking up on him so he wasn’t stressing himself out. However when the time came, he’d be stuck by your side, latching onto your warmth and calming presence. He’d prefer to put on slower music, simple piano music would be his preference to help unwind, and sometimes he’d take your hand, holding your side and leading you in a sweet dance around your bedroom. Sometimes he would just hold you and sway to the melody, kissing the top of your head, appreciating the time he had with you, never wanting it to end.
I love your writing!//// May I ask for a scenario where Jakurai becomes smitten with someone who's good at singing, but he discovers they're blind (sorry if this is weirdly specific;;;
Never be sorry, I love writing weirdly specific fics! It just means they’re unique! Hope this is kind of what you wanted~
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Jakurai always had respect for the arts.
He could often be found going to plays or orchestral concerts around Shinjuku, using the nights as a kind of ‘alone time’ for himself. He found them quite relaxing and enjoyed attending all kinds of productions.
That night was similar – it was hosted at a local theater that showcased up-and-coming artists from all around the city. Jakurai had seen some of these events before and he rather liked the newcomers. There was a sort of raw, emotional passion that came from many of them as opposed to some of the professionals who often left him wondering if they were simply performing for the money.
As the night went on and the performances progressed, Jakurai hadn’t found himself too attached to any act in particular.
That was, until you come on stage.
From the moment you opened your mouth to hit the first note of the song, Jakurai was taken with you. Your stage presence was more powerful than any of the other acts; your voice was strong and powerful and every melody you sung seemed to keep him on the edge of the seat. The entire music hall must have felt the same because the tension in the air was palpable as you continued to belt out the notes in your song.
When the last chord floated into the air, there was a moment of silence before a roaring of applause was filling the hall. Jakurai found himself standing with the others, giving you an ovation as he clapped whole-heartedly.
He was impressed and wanted to hear more.
It was difficult to find much information about you online and Jakurai felt disheartened as he realized that the next time he would be able to see you (or hear you) would be at another showcase. Every time a new lineup was announced, Jakurai would scan the list for your name
About a week after your initial performance, Jakurai found that you were performing again. This time the venue was smaller, but it was still an impressive gig and he immediately marked it on his calendar.
That night, Jakurai made his way to the venue with something that could only be considered excitement. It wasn’t often that he felt this way, and most certainly not for other people, but he found himself thinking of you more and more.
Of course, he would never assume to know more about you than he did – you had never met him and he didn’t know anything about you. However, you had deeply impressed upon him the beauty of your singing and if that was attainable, he felt as though he needed it.
Jakurai glanced around the smaller hall and spotted an empty table closer to the stage. Once he took his seat, it was simply a waiting game. Waiting for the other acts to come and go, some more impressive than the others, until finally, your name was announced.
Jakurai’s eyes watched you closely as you slowly made your way onto the stage, looking out at the crowd before you. If you were nervous at all, it was not noticed as you smiled at the crowd before you.
“Good evening, everyone,” you began, keeping your tone calm. “My name is Y/N, Y/L/N, and I’ll be performing an original composition,” you explained before turning towards the piano player and nodding at him to begin.
Jakurai’s jaw nearly dropped as you began to sing.
Your voice was not the booming, powerful one he had heard before, but was now light and airy and almost angelic. The stark contrast in your vocal tone and abilities was incontrovertible and Jakurai was immediately stunned. He was not an easy man to surprise, but you had done so nevertheless.
He continued to listen to your soft, heartfelt song and, as he listened to the somewhat sad lyrics, he felt a sense of longing overcome him. He was in complete awe at your ability to convey emotion through your voice.
The rest of the room once again agreed as they all gave you a roar of applause once the song was ended. Jakurai joined in with the clapping and shook his head as he continued to marvel at what he had just heard.
“Ugh, aren’t they amazing? They’re new to the scene too.”
Jakurai’s eyes narrowed as he turned non-chalantly to the couple that was sitting closest to him. They were talking about you and he wanted to know more.
“Such a shame about their eyes though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, you couldn’t tell? Yea, they’re blind.”
Jakurai’s eyes widened as he heard what they had said, but he made no move to interrupt their conversation.
Were you really blind? Jakurai had helped many patients with blindness before, but he did not know anyone personally who suffered from it. He could only imagine what that must be like for you as he thought back to your performance in the concert hall the other week.
Could it be that with your eyesight taken from you, your hearing was more acute? Was that why you were able to do such amazing things with your voice? No, of course you had worked hard to get to where you were and you were talented as well, but still. Jakurai wanted to know more, and he knew exactly what to do.
Once the performances had all ended, some people made their exit while others stayed behind to talk with the performers. Jakurai stayed and was sipping his water when he finally saw you exit the side door. This time, he noticed the small cane in your hand, but it was shrouded from his view as a few people came up to you, praising your performance.
“That was amazing, you did so well!”
“Wow, what a show, good job, Y/N!”
Jakurai watched as you politely bowed to them and had small conversations with each, making your way through the people. Once the others had left, Jakurai made his way over to you with.
“Excuse me, Y/N Y/L/N?” he asked, formally. You looked in his direction and nodded with a smile.
“That’s me,” you hummed, happily. Your voice was melodic and sweet, and it caused the corners of Jakurai’s lips to raise.
“Pleasure to meet you. My name is Jakurai Jinguji. I wanted to tell you that your performance tonight was beautiful,” Jakurai said, his eyes steadily fixed on yours. “I saw you at the concert last week as well and I must say that your musical talents are quite impressive,” he added genuinely, chuckling slightly.
You gave him another smile and laughed a little bit.
“Oh, that’s sweet of you to say,” you responded. “I’m impressed that you came to both of my shows. You must have really liked me,” you added with a wink.
Jakurai looked back at you in surprise and for a moment was glad that you couldn’t see his reaction.
“Oh, no it’s nothing like that, please don’t think that I’m some kind of – ”
He was cut off by the sound of your laughing, although it was quite melodious as well and he rather liked the sounds of it.
“I’m just teasing,” you said, your eyes slightly focused lower. “It was a nice compliment, thank you,” you added. Jakurai was about to respond, but you continued.
“But…your name sounds familiar…” you said, bringing a finger to your chin slightly. “Are you famous? You’re not scouting talent, are you?” you added, laughing once more.
Jakurai smiled slightly and shook his head.
“No, I’m merely a doctor,” he said, waving a hand. Your face lit up before him and you brought your eyes back to land on his.
“That’s right! I think you were mentioned on a radio show I was listening to a while ago!” you exclaimed. “I’m surprised someone as busy as you could make time for something like this,” you added, a little bit more bluntly than you had intended.
Jakurai nodded and hummed at your statement.
“Yes, normally I am quite busy, but I find that attending productions for the arts is rather cathartic for me,” he explained, his voice low and deep. “It’s quite nice to see local talent as well.”
You nodded in agreement.
“I can understand that,” you said. “Music has always been a creative outlet for me, so I understand your position. And thank you for supporting local talent,” you added with a chuckle. “We’d never be able to make it otherwise!”
Jakurai responded with a smile and the conversation continued to flow freely for the next several minutes. Eventually, you were called backstage by someone he could only assume was your manager, but before you left, you made him promise that he would come and support you again.
You were not what he had expected.
When he first found out you were blind, his thoughts were that you would be nervous and rather frail, but in fact it was quite the opposite. You were passionate and blunt and he was rather impressed at your ability to be strong-headed.
You were quite the intriguing character and Jakurai only wanted to know more.
