DREAMS || PAST

“ Those who regretted their own actions. I would never trample over them. Because demons were once humans, too. Just like me, they were human, too. "

[glicinae]

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[thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop]

Sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage, just literally twenty seconds of embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.

Benjamin Mee, We Bought a Zoo (via thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop)

[glicinae]

(   hawks   )

@glicinae· liked for a starter

“You really know how to run a guy around Dabi. Like I’m all for a good cat and mouse chase but damn, really have me gunning for it. But I’m here now so what did you need me for?” Hawks might be a little annoyed with the villain for having him travel halfway across the city to meet with him, but he dares not let it show.

grin spreads across his features, and—whatever though he might have been entertained just some minutes ago ( more than sure attached to a face a bit too popular these days ) ultimately is replaced by the satisfaction bubbling under his skin—the callous joy that is to see him following orders as if he wasn’t already too busy with all that hero crap they showed in the news ( surely, a new pastime he could start to bear in mind ).

❝ what? no longer excited ‘bout joining your new squad, are you? tsk, figured you start getting behind at some point ❞ he stood from the corner he was in—few meters up, settled among old storage crates he stretches, taking his time before reaching the floor yet keeping some distance from his honorable guest. ❝ i don’t think they’re giving you another test for a good while, hero, but—i don’t think that’s reason enough for you to start winding down now. ❞ no, definitely not when he had this annoying feeling concerning his cause, something that didn’t entirely add up to the whole idea of letting him in. 

❝ guess you wouldn’t mind a little bit of a chat then, would you? answering a few things? ❞ well—not like he was giving him much of a choice though, considering what a report from him might mean for the league he seemed so interested in.

[soulprompts]

𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴.

continuing from this list i made earlier!

“ i miss you. ”

“ i don’t think i can do this anymore. ”

“ were you really about to leave without saying goodbye? ”

“ please don’t make me say it. ”

“ i need you. ”

“ please don’t go… ”

“ you know i’m never going to let anything happen to you. don’t you? ”

“ are you… are you afraid of me? ”

“ you’re a good person. ”

“ don’t worry. i’ll stay. i’m not going anywhere. ”

“ …is what they’re saying true? ”

“ i don’t care about any of that. i only care about you! ”

“ i’m here. ”

“ you have no idea how glad i am to see you. ”

“ just… tell me how to fix this. ”

“ please. now is not the time for lies. please, just… tell me the truth. ”

“ you know you can tell me anything… right? ”

“ hey… there is nothing in this world that you can tell me, that’ll ever make me hate, fear, or leave you. please, rest easy in that knowledge. ”

“ i never thought i’d see you again. ”

“ please… you have to understand why i did what i did… ”

“ why didn’t you tell me? ”

“ everyone has secrets, don’t they? i’m sure you’ll tell me yours when you’re ready. ”

“ you’re not alone. ”

“ you can trust me. ”

“ i can’t believe i ever trusted you… ”

“ it’s okay… everything’s going to be alright. ”

“ i…  i  don’t know how to fix this. ”

“ there’s no other way, is there? ”

“ no. absolutely not. no way. i’m not letting you do this. ”

“ you don’t know what it was like. ”

“ for gods sake, don’t do this! don’t you dare make me lose anyone else! not today! ”

“ i can’t lose you… ”

“ haven’t we suffered enough? can’t we have this one good thing? ”

“ you know, i think this might be the first time i’ve ever seen you frightened… ”

“ goodbye, my love/old friend. ”

“ you didn’t honestly expect me to let you do this alone, did you? ”

“ you lied to me. ”

“ you abandoned me. ”

“ promise me. ”

“ you promised! ”

“ please don’t do this… ”

“ we were one hell of a pair, weren’t we? ”

“ perhaps i am a little frightened… ”

“ we’re a team. remember? so let’s face this one together. ”

“ sorry. you’re stuck with me, i’m afraid. it’s part of the whole friendship/relationship thing. wherever you go, i go. ”

“ you… you must know, before anything else happens tonight… you must know that you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me. ”

“ i love you. ”

[weltenwellen]

Rumi, tr. by Raficq Abdulla, Selected Poems

[glicinae]

@aaternum​ ⟡ starter call.

❝ uhm… ❞

a call just above audible and a few seconds of considerate silence, her hand tightens around one corner of the papers she’s been carrying between check-ins and sachiko turns just one more time in case someone—anyone, would announce itself in these minutes of unusual hesitance. 

come now, it shouldn’t be entirely out of place to have other slayers visiting the white feather state for a little rest considering how far some missions where from the main headquarters, it maybe was just that—well, she couldn’t remember how long it had been since they had served anyone who wasn’t in immediate danger ( and apparently at least, whoever that girl was seemed to be in fairly good health—a true blessing since the number of cases they had received over the last weeks ).

❝ excuse me ❞  she tried again, little louder this time. ❝ are you... waiting to visit someone, perhaps? ❞ biting the inside of her cheek and trying to discern if the other was sound asleep or maybe just thinking to herself ( preferably, the latter—as she would have hated to interrupt her rest when it was so valuable for their work at nights ).

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, "Summer Morning" from Red Bird

[glicinae]

@stargrace​ ⟡ starter call.

it usually took a lot more than threats and brute force to make him sit down at the infirmary—that much had been proved by anyone ordered to escort him to the butterfly state. shouting, fighting back, whatever he could use to skip such nonsense and go back out there as soon as he could, he’d do—a waste of precious time to sit around when such minor wounds could wait until another demon would have been taken down, another village would have been freed, another family spared the terrors that lurked outside.

it was the path he has chosen for himself, the very thing that kept him going through every day, 

so—when it came to catch a sight of the ( recently named ) wind hashira sitting on a bed, no movement in the room but the ones of his medic ( relinquishment in the way he gazed at his own hands, frowning but nothing more ) you’d know that his condition was far more critical than you could imagine—this time, not only physically, but emotionally as well. 

❝ are we done yet? ❞ his eyes fixed down and restraint in the words that he picks, sanemi tries to open and close both his fists only to discover the pain that they bring to him. but it’s there—he muses, livid and pulsing through his muscles, as it had been a million times before. proof that he made it, despite it all.

[fukurodanii]

[glicinae]

@prodigiousvisions​ said: " don't listen to them. " | from mitsuri to sachiko!

breathe in, hold it there. the heat on her cheeks and the quiet knot in her throat a sign she can’t ignore, and yet—while overwhelmed in a way she hadn’t felt in the longest time, there’s no comfort in the idea of letting go either. store the memory away, come back once there’s no work to do, or patients to check onto.

( if a time for insight really existed in a place like this, busy as they always were ).

and perhaps—it had less to do with the content of the message that’d been thrown at her than with the rage-filled expression of the one delivering it; the tears in the boy laying on the recovery room, the force with which he had tried to come at her, despite the weakened state of his body. not the first and definitely not the last to discover that their injuries meant imminent retirement, but unquestionably, the very first who had treated her as if she was to blame for all that pain. ‘ how would you know?! ’ he had screamed, nevermind the other occupants of the room ‘ sheltered here while we die out there, how would you know?! ’

❝ well, we hardly see consequences in our acts when we are that hurt, kanroji-san, i can’t blame him for that. yet… i do believe he might have a point, you know? ❞ she finally turns to her with a new set of bandages resting in her tray; a mask over her emotions as to not stress her patient any more than she might be after her mission. an honor, really, to actually meet one of the most skilled slayers in the whole corps, despite the circumstances of this encounter. perhaps, she considers, she’d be allowed to come to her with a question or two before she had to leave ( and the thought is quick to make her feel a little better than before ).

❝ i trust you managed to rest last night? ❞ she inquired while prompting to check on the first of her wounds. 

[mazusu]

“This will just be a signal fire. We’ll fill those heroes full of holes, and put them in their place. All for a brighter future.” → happy birthday, Ana! @aizawashoutta

[glicinae]

@prodigiousvisions​ said: " are you hurt? " | no, YOU get a meme. from mitsuri to sanemi!

when she found him sitting among the trees ( far from the main building, no movement but the quiet sway of his hair following the breeze ) sanemi was too caught in his own thoughts to really answer his fellow hunter. fixed eyes on a distant point and the bitter taste of memories stuck in his throat. a feeling he’d want to exorcise himself of, though it had only seemed to drag him down deeper with each passing hour. 

damn that boy. damn every minute of that shitty meeting and the task they had been commended. 

for the thing was—that all his life ( this second life, the one built after tragedy ) he’d been guided by one truth and only one he could abandon himself into: demons were beyond help or redemption, the moment a human turned into a demon that was it, their job was to protect those left behind. the potential victims, the prey of their endless hunger. such has been his conviction, that sanemi had never doubted or faltered, never looked back on the life he had left behind, never questioned himself if what he had done on that night against his mother have had a window for alternative, blind spots he should have felt guilty of. no, he did what he had to do, a decade ago and every day from then; a rush to exterminate the plague set to threaten his world. 

and yet—if his master was right, if there was the slightest chance that demon girl could co-exist among them, what would that mean next to the lives he has taken so far?

❝ none of your business, kanroji. ❞ he declares, tempered anger still present in the sound of his voice yet devoid of the violence he often showed to his male counterparts. though—if you saw any closer, you’d have notice a hand instinctively going to his right arm, an motion to check if his bandages were still as tight as they needed them to be. yes, he had been treated just a moment ago, but the cut was recent enough to pulse in raging reminders of pain. 

he doesn’t turn, not immediately, but the silence lasts just a few more seconds before a marked exhale gives way to the next of his words. ❝ what happened at the meeting, the thing about the demon girl, what do you make of it? ❞ hopefully, he wouldn’t be the only one affected by the change of plans this whole thing could possibly mean.

[rpmusings-galore]

    you don’t get to die         &&  be reborn the same.                  you come back,                      but you come back wrong.                                 this is the price you pay                                      for  r e s u r r e c t i o n.

[glicinae]

@nctfrail​ said: [ ATTENTION ] (for Shinso!)—to get receiver's attention, or to guide it elsewhere, sender hastily takes their hand.

she takes his hand in hers and, suddenly, the wandering pace of his thoughts jumps and focuses on the oddity that is such gesture—foreign as he immediately realized.

moments ago, already caught in the darkness of those late hours, shinso was walking back to the dormitories with several of the 1-a kids, half-listening to what they said while he pondered over the day they’ve had ( the memories of it all, a few notes of what he owed for his classes and what he should get from the store—next time he got a chance to go out ) he hardly really noticed the small alarms amidst the crowd, everyone shushing and moving quick and quiet until a hand ( her hand ) dragged him out of his mind and launched his heart onto a reckless run. his eyes turned to the union and fixed on them as she guided him behind a wall and motioned him to stay as close to the shadows as he could.

had he—looked up the moment after, he would have noticed the two teachers with flashlights patrolling the grounds, apparently stopping because of a noise they just heard behind. yet—it took him a few more seconds ( a little effort to part from the small structure of her hand and the slight warmth taking over his cheeks ) to actually lean forward and asses the risk of being found out. they should stay low for another while, vlad king didn't look too convinced as to resume the patrol, for now.

❝ didn't realize we were pass curfew already. what time... is it, anyway? ❞ his hand ready to part from hers if she allowed, yet not entirely sure if he should or should not right now.

[glicinae]

inbox call—like for me to go through your tag and send you some memes!

[glicinae]

starter call—multis specify who do you want it for!

[villaintrio]

「 Have you never stopped to think what their families feel?!” 」       Ah…That guy! Snatch! Haha… If I think too much about it, I’ll go crazy…