only the innocent dream

So what if I'm a fake? If I defeat the real thing, I'll become a demon, won't I?  Affiliated with Citta Alveare  Citizen, District Gamma est. 4 August 2013

[hehathnofury]

“This is the sorry state we’re in. Reduced to laughingstocks. I shouldn’t even be surprised.”

[ensurer]

       ❝I don’t know?! I don’t know what any of this means! This is the first time this is happening. How could I know?!❞

[hehathnofury]

“... Further proof that you’re nothing more than a man governed by his primal instincts. Where do I even start?” Hijikata sighed sharply. It was all he knew how to do these days. “Barring whatever started this, don’t put yourself out on display like that.”

[ensurer]

       EXACTLY the person he wanted to see right now. A confused and now embarrassed sword with some human body problems and weird glares in his direction. Bonus point with his own master having to witness that.

       ❝W-Why what… ? Before you say anything, I don’t know how it happened, okay? It’s not my fault!❞

[hehathnofury]

Torn between annoyance and pity, Hijikata exhaled deeply before guiding a hand to his forehead. This would not have been so awkward were Kanesada not taller than him for fuck’s sake.

“Why are you aroused?”

[hehathnofury]

signyan

WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING HIM

[ensurer]

       THAT was surely… something. That body of his was still an incognito, a mystery in and out itself that Izumi hadn’t learn all about. His current situation was one the man had never dealt with before. And surely, it was… problematic.

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[hehathnofury]

Hijikata grabbed Kanesada by the lapel and hauled him off the streets where unfortunate onlookers (or fortunate perverts) would not be able to admire his assets.

“Why.”

[hehathnofury]

no better man ;; sᴇʟᴠᴀʀɪᴀ

[blesedinflame]

{♚} Well, that was a rather straight forward answer. Not that she wouldn’t have minded, but upholding the dignity and title of the Black Knights was a bit important. Given that this wasn’t Sector Three where you could shoot a man and no one would bat an eyelash, a public eye was something she had to retain in some kind of form. At least, it would have helped. 

“ A life for a life makes a continuous circle of killing. At least this way, he’ll experience his punishment rather slowly while sitting in a cell. Well, if the wound doesn’t fester and kill him before a chance is given, of course. “ Placing the pistol back in its proper holster would she have considered stepping away only to be stopped to answer a question. 

“ This kind of thing specifically? Not necessarily. While I wasn’t looking? Possibly. This city has its habits of getting rather unruly when you turn your head. It’s a matter of having eyes if you want to actually do something. My being here was purely coincidental. “ 

[hehathnofury]

Point made. Though he frowned, he was listening. An exercise of force for the sake of intimidation did not have to be fatal, that much he knew. Hijikata clicked his tongue in annoyance at their suspect and backed away as the local law enforcement finally arrived on the scene.

The scent of blood was whetting his appetite.

“Someone needs to put a stop to it.” 

As he said that, someone in the amassing crowd cried out, “That was just a copycat killer! The real one’s still at large, isn’t he?!”

Intrigued, Hijikata spared his acquaintance another glance before turning towards the voice in a sea of faces. He wanted more information.

[hehathnofury]

fleeting blossom ;; ᴍäʀᴄʜᴇɴ

[tragoede-deactivated20170220]

No, the dying man is not incorrect. While the revenant does indeed enter into his company as if he were somebody more powerful than he truly is, as though it were within his means to grant any old wish (and not merely that of mercy), that doubt is not without warrant. It would seem each man is as stuck in this gaol-city as the other. 

Curious, however, is that he can no longer say that the stranger is closer to escape than he is, even if it would have been by means of death – because he does not seem as tempted by death as he had been so much as a few moments ago. But then this is the lesser of the changes he finds himself witnessing now, what with his hair becoming ashen and his eyes– Oh, his eyes, he must look upon with a genuine sort of surprise, half-lidded eyes widening as much as they can. A trick of the light, perhaps, although there is little of the light to be able such a feat.

From the corner of his eye, he reckons he spies the flame of candle beside the other flare some: a lick of the wind, no doubt, but again, the similarity between it and its bearer does not go unnoticed. Be that as it may, it would quite appear that he will have company awhile yet.

If his words are meant as some invitation, their recipient fails to see to what, precisely; as such he finds himself more inclined towards a modest amusement than anything else. He smiles ever-so slightly, even, ❝ Truth be told that I was rather hoping you would want death, for that wish - failing all else - I could probably grant you. But to have you leave this place as you seem to envision… ❞ A gentle hum sounds from within his throat, and he admits his uselessness there with a shake of his head thereafter. 

❝ Still, it seems I was mistaken to have ever thought you had wanted what I have to offer. ❞ He thinks to reach out, to prod at him a bit if only that he might see how he would react now. His hand stays instead. ❝ …There’s a fire within you yet, I see. You’ve rekindled what was almost lost. ❞

[hehathnofury]

Though his wounds are healing, he does not attempt to rise from the soot and grit that surrounds them. The dust does not stir, not even as his chest rises and falls. Regardless of whatever pain has been mitigated by the rush of adrenaline, he knows better than to push himself prematurely.

"That's the great part about being a monster," he spits out venomously, seemingly at odds with his continued existence and the reasons behind it. "No matter how close you are to death, something inside of you keeps burning." Anger radiates off of him like unbridled bloodlust. Indeed, the way he wets his lips is reminiscent of a ravenous beast nearing a fresh kill.

Unlike the man who stands before him, his focus doesn't shift: He watches in curiosity or perhaps boredom if not both. "So if it's not something I want, you won't try and kill me? What a waste of my time."

[hehathnofury]

fleeting blossom ;; ᴍäʀᴄʜᴇɴ

[tragoede-deactivated20170220]

And yet it could well be that this rare sort of amity is even more rarely reciprocated. It occurs to him now, in a moment of distracted, idle thought, that he hasn’t happened across all too many of the Dying; it’s always more so been the already-Dead with whom he has dealt. There were those who were dying at his hand, of course, but— Well, he would hardly go through the pains of showing them even the slightest bit of goodwill. His art is that of returning life, yes — to the Dead, rather than to the Living. 

His question now is a peculiar one, then, one which invites the passer-by to raise his brow gently in a genuine bemusement. He is aware that his company is not the most bearable, and surely much less so at a time like this: truly, however, he is not here to wish this poor soul any more harm than has visited him already. 

…Unless he should want him to, in which he would only be obliged to comply. Again, he is not so cruel as to deny a dying man’s wishes.

❝ What do I want? A peculiar time to concern yourself with the desires of another, surely…? ❞ Still does he speak with a certain nonchalance, though his flickering gaze has calmed some by now. No longer does he scrutinise the other. ❝ I mean you no ill — nor is it within my wishes to claim spoils from your person the very moment after you have crossed over. ❞ Between the pauses in his airy speech are still those laborious breaths, and it is now that he stops to listen a moment as his gaze drifts to the candle in its holder beside him — the wavering flame seems almost to mirror its bearer’s condition. 

❝ …Let us instead consider what it is you want. An end to this pain of yours, for instance. ❞

[hehathnofury]

Rage froths and boils over in his veins. The anger clears his mind. To die like a dog in the streets is a death beneath him. Within a matter of seconds, his once black hair fades into the starkest of whites and his violet gaze lends itself to crimson violence; his curse reveals itself and his humanity ebbs away.

As with the sudden transformation, his body begins to change: Though the scent of blood lingers, his labored breaths cease. Aches and pains still pin him to the floor but he finds the strength to laugh.

"What I want? I want to leave this place. I doubt you can give me that. Otherwise you would've given it to yourself by now." His lips curve with a dramatic flair. "You can do better than that." Like a demon, his words are all jeers and taunts, eager to incite or provoke.

It doesn't matter to him what this stranger needs or wants of him, even if it's as innocent as to help. Anyone he had given his trust is long since gone, perhaps dead at his hands.

[hehathnofury]

no better man ;; sᴇʟᴠᴀʀɪᴀ

[blesedinflame]

{♚} It was only a mere passing by but it quickly turned into something more when there were cries and screams from what was the train tracks that lead others around the city from sector to sector the scent of fresh blood lingering in the air, a smell that was all too common for Selvaria to understand what had happened. 

{♚}  It seemed to have just been another casual murder on these parts, although to make a spectacle of it was something else. She had really only been watching from afar, behind the crowds and could only wonder what caused such a strong scent to float in the air, but it would be quickly disconcerned as she locked eyes with another, watching as he ran for someone who seemed to have been attempting to escape the scene. 

{♚}  It didn’t take a genius to understand what was going on really, and in a rather swift motion, Selvaria pulled out a pistol Zero had given her for protection’s sake before firing off a shot at the ankle of the culprit, causing him to topple over and fall as she walked over to him, waiting for the pursuer to arrive. 

“ You were the one chasing them originally. What you choose to do with him is of no concern. I only saw to stopping him for you. “ 

[hehathnofury]

A gun. How had she hit him? And it was so compact, too, unlike the rifles the French once carried-- so it wasn't only the communicative tools that had developed in this era. The ways in which men killed one another were changing, too. And why wouldn't they be? Hijikata pursed his lips in disconcertion but offered no insight into his troubled thoughts. Those weren't something to be shared with a stranger.

He frowned at her callous attitude, but stopped himself from snapping. Instead, he answered her in kind, "I would kill him for his transgressions, but that's not how they do things around here. Someone's going to take him into custody and they'll figure it out from there." Or at least, that was how things worked to his understanding.

Eyeing the man on the ground, Hijikata sneered with contempt. What a vile person, shoving an innocent woman to her death.

"Has this sort of thing happened before?" Something told him that she would know better than him, anxious hermit that he was.

[ensurer]

He was… right. With a human body, Izumi could now fight alongside his master, he had several new ways to protect him. Hijikata was a single man with a sword, but now they were two men. Now he could give his life to protect him.

❝I was being… irrational. You’re right. I’m sorry. But I… I don’t want to stop calling you Hijikata-sama. Human or not, I was a sword for over three hundred years. You were the only master I’ve ever had, it’s an habit. I want to fight with you, I want to protect you, but think of you as anything other than my master… ? That’s impossible.❞

[hehathnofury]

Exasperated, Hijikata simply shook his head and gave up. He would get back to this some other day, but for now he didn't care to argue any longer.

Instead, he fixed Kanesada with a stern look and appraised him as if he were a diamond beneath a microscope. Sensing no flaws in his inspection, Hijikata cast his gaze elsewhere and spoke his thoughts, "I miss them. Even Souji."

[hehathnofury]

“And he insists that he’s nothing more than a tool.”

[namesnotseen]

Send me “TRUST FALL!” and I’ll--

Bold what is true about how much my muse trusts yours:

Is this a joke? | Not at all | Barely | Less than they would like | About average | Enough to buy the right flavor chips | Quite a lot | More than they should | “HOLD MY PURSE!” | With their life

[hehathnofury]

In front of Hijikata’s door, laid a small, carefully handled heart-shaped box. The contents? Handmade chocolate, a mix of whites & blacks, all sharing the same shape as the box itself. It was easy to notice the chocolate was made with the most care one could have, every tiny detail made with the utmost concentration. Besides its natural ingredients, there was a very noticeable ingredient that couldn’t be bought anywhere, but it made all difference: love.

Alongside the box, of course, Hijikata could find a small note, which read:

Valentine’s Day and White Day are days that didn’t exist back in our time. Although White Day is only an answer to Valentine’s Day, which was exactly a month ago, I couldn’t help but want to introduce you to this day. On White Day, men usually return chocolates they were given on Valentine’s day. There are several kind of chocolates, like obligation chocolate, friendship chocolate and even love chocolate, those for someone you cherish and love. I guess you could say mine is an obligation chocolate… ? As my master, I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by. It’s an honor to be alongside you once more, Hijikata-sama. — Izumi no Kami Kanesada.

Little did they know that perhaps, only perhaps, deep inside those chocolates were more of alove chocolate than obligation chocolate.

The box had sat on the countertop unnoticed for several weeks. It isn’t until today that Hijikata notices the card. He hasn’t the faintest idea when White Day was supposed to be, but the smell of chocolate tempts him. He eyes the daintily decorated sweets, not at all surprised that Kanesada would take such care. The man is an enigma. Why was he always so soft in expression?

Out of a sense of obligation (never mind the nature of these chocolates), he decides to try one. It’s weird. Are they supposed to be so rich? Hijikata coughs as the weird sweet coats his tongue. He feels guilty eating these. With a frown, he closes the box and takes it to his room to be forgotten on the shelf of his desk.

[hehathnofury]

☁ ✉

☁: What’s your favourite part of RPing?

The shipping. I won’t even lie. Shipping is fun. Beyond that though, I enjoy seeing what kinds of dynamics crop up. I also love doing mini subplots with my characters, but it’s kind of rare for that to happen.

✉: Are there any RPers you admire/are inspired by?

Bee (Sinbad; inqerad), Cai (Roman; wickened), Redox (Solas; fightflightfade), Gareth (IDK WHO HE WRITES AT CITTA RIGHT NOW don’t look at me??)

[cittamemes]

Mun asks!

♦: What’s your relationship with your Muse?  ♠: What’s one thing you dislike about your Muse?  ♣: One thing you love about your Muse.  ♥: Would you get along with your muse?  ☾: Who’s your favourite fictional character? ☄: What is your favourite colour? ♪: What’s your favourite song? ✫: Why did you begin RPing? ✽: What is your favourite season?  ❂: What is your birthday? [ month and date! ] ☂: What is your favourite kind of weather?  ✤: What is your favourite kind of food? ▲: What’s your Zodiac sign? [ western or eastern! ]  ●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?  ☑: What is an OTP with your Muse in it you have?  ☒: What is a NOTP with your Muse in it you have?  ☁: What’s your favourite part of RPing? ✉: Are there any RPers you admire/are inspired by?  ▶: Do you have any talents? [ besides RPing, of course! ]  ♬: Sing or say something! Post the link to it.

[hehathnofury]

lament ;; ᴊᴇʟʟᴀʟ

[atoningsorciere]

               –– » ⊰ ❖ ⊱ « –– A small smile blossomed on his face when the other consented and agreed to follow him. Jellal generally wasn’t an adamant individual, but there were times where he refused to give in. "Follow me." Turning around, he walked towards the gazebo located nearby. Once they were under the roof, he took off his hood and glanced at the stranger. "It would be troublesome if you got a cold because of the rain."

[hehathnofury]

Once they happened upon shelter, Hijikata noticed just how damp he was. Weighed down by the water his clothes had soaked up, his body began to quake. He sneezed. Fighting back yet another shudder, he shrugged off his outermost layer and began to wring his kimono out against the gazebo’s deck.

“Troublesome?” - he should have known better than to tempt fate - “It’s not like you’re going to hound me if I catch cold.”

He would never allow Jellal to baby him anymore. This was bad enough as it was. “How long until the weather lets up around this place?”

It had been a long time since someone cared for his well-being in more than just passing. Though his captains worried about his health, none had dared to challenge his authority, leaving Hijikata to push himself past his limits. With no system in place, he could no longer expect people to stay in line and leave him be.

If only he could see that this was what he needed.

[nisegatana-blog]

“That works for me.” Nagasone decided to drop the subject, allowing himself the luxury of taking in the general ambiance just a little more. “Who knows? Those who are familiar with this sort of technology seem to be adamant about its superiority and how it’s the norm around here. Do they know how to live without? I wonder. There’s a lot of convenience in being able to talk to someone without sending letters or traveling miles to see them.”

"I miss those times.”

[hehathnofury]

Nostalgic as the topic was, Hijikata could not bring himself to relate to it. All those he cared to see were gone. How could he look back fondly on those times when he had survived so many? “The convenience must come at a cost.”