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I C H O S E this FATE This was ME and me A L O N E
Theme : The Vicious Captain Character : Okita Souji, Hakuouki
as requested by byakuranz
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[sketch] Semi-Realistic attempt / Okita Souji from Hakuouki *u*
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-{ May change blog name for the uptenth time because it's kinda hard to tag GOMEN GOMEN I just need something witty for Okita. I'll come up with something! }-
█ ▌Fading Blossoms █ ▌~ ▌Closed ▌
[❊] — Silence, except for the twittering of darting birds, the murmurs of leaves rustling in the breeze. Silence that should have been broken. Saitou’s blue-eyed gaze traveled across the courtyard. Empty. The only movement was a stray leaf, scrubbing against the stones as the wind pushed it along in somersaults.
The indigo-haired samurai had stood, waiting, for several minutes. Yet his comrade still had not appeared. Okita was many things, but he was not the type of man to leave one waiting. At least, not when the promise of interlocking blades hung in the air. The two had agreed to meet in the mid-morning for a practice sparring match. No holds-barred, with live blades.
Okita had taken to the suggestion eagerly. It had been a while since the two had sparred. Saitou had been looking forward to the challenge as well. Okita’s skill was immense. Fighting with him always pushed Saitou to his limits. But it was more than just that, Saitou knew. Okita spent less and less time sparring with others these days and went on patrols less often as well. Saitou knew it was because the green-eyed warrior was ill. News of his sickness was not yet wide spread among the Shinsengumi, but he had overheard the day the doctor had spoken to Okita.
And the brunette had been noticeably worsening. Or at least, he needed to shut himself in his room more and more often. Concerned, Saitou made his way towards Okita’s room.
At the door, he paused. “Okita-san,” he called. No reply. He detected a shadow moving on the other side of the sliding door. And then the sound of coughing, harsh and unyielding.
Saitou opened the door, his eyes widening at the sight of the blood. “Souji!”
⫍∞⫎ He wasn't expecting an attack this early in the morning. It never happened as early as it was. This was his time where he could feel alive again and not utterly useless like he was now. The sickness had ravaged his body and his life. He wanted to feel the thrill of adrenaline and hear the whistle of his sword as he attacked. How he wanted that feeling all to well. Saitou was here. He could hear his voice clear as day. Lungs burned with horrible coughing as he tried to get some air into them. It hurt to even move. He didn't want Saitou to see him like this. Not at all. He felt embarrassed and confused as to why it was happening now.
Okita wanted to get some words out but he barely even manage to raise his own hand. Feeble fingers shook viontly as he pointed to the small glass of water that rested by his matt. Coughing loudly he hid his face in his robe as his body thrived. Even while he thrashed around he felt safe. Safe that Souji was there. If he had been alone it could've been hours before he stopped and he would've coughed out his lungs. He was pitifully weak, depending on people to help him. He was useless as a samurai.
Feeling even more horrid, he tried to turn around so he could look Saitou in the eye. He wasn't giving in without a fight and he wanted him to know that. The dark haired individual had to know he was a fighter.
-{ OH my gosh okay so I'm here. *looks around nervously* I haven't done this in ages GOMEN GOMEN GOMEN I'm probably sloppy as crap but Imma do this as best as I can! }-
-{ Will be on later replying to some schtuff! }-
i want to rp with you
i say as i make no move to talk to you (via choveshki)
{ *Slowly peaks around corner* Does anyone want to roleplay? *laughs nervously* }
※ - { New Roleplay blog associating with Souji Okita. Also the name of my blog is flame warrior in japanese. Don't be afraid to hit me up if you wish to get a roleplay started. One thing, I should re watch the anime because it's been a while but I honestly don't know if I can handle it again. }
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