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[hxnshui]

                                                                                                        (     ＷＡＮＤＥＲ.     )

[resfcber-blog]

║ ♢ There is a moment of silence where Errhendyle spares maybe one patient second, one pitiful look, one painstakingly obviously pointed stare, for he is well aware that he just knocked the prince’s weapon right out of his hand. This prince, the one who stormed his homeland with his strangely dressed troops, his strangely quiet weapons, and his strangely subjugated goddesses. The one who took everything away from Errhendyle, his mother, his father, his brothers, his home, his people. His weapon, just so, so simply, knocked out of his hand and clattered onto the cobblestone. And forgive him for staring, for he just thought that the man who had such enormous and unforgiving power would put up more of a fight, that maybe he’d secretly trained his body to be stronger than it looked, because from Errhendyle’s perspective, the man was basically paper. 

        Welp, unfortunately for Koumei he proved Errhendyle right,         which brings a clever grin to his face.

          ╚ ❝ Oh believe me sir, TALK we SHALL. ❞

        One can say that Errhendyle saw this coming. Judging from the gradual inching away and the hurried tone in his voice, the Zhezzuwan picked up on the signs of a coward if he ever saw one. He watches for one moment. Maybe something in his heart told him to wait, to give the prince a head start. Honor? Taking hold of his heart? Clearly he is insane to still have his honor so as to refuse hitting an opponent without a weapon. Ah, but this opponent so clearly deserved it. It’s child’s play, really. The head start is the forgiveness, the chase is the retribution.

        Errhendyle hates running with every fibre of his being, which means he has plenty of time to regurgitate all his hate for the Kou prince. Forgiveness? HA!! Where? He never felt a shred of pity. Now it’s all anger. Red hot and boisterous, and NO ONE was here to stop it!

        He catches up to the sluggish ball of disgust in what he’d like to call no time, but being so bulky admittedly weighs him down. Lucky for the Zhezzuwan, he had a good scaffold to grab onto as soon as he saw the red head of hair (soon to be missing due to scalping, stupid fool keeping his hair so long). A strong TUG!! and Koumei is being snatched right where Errhendyle wants him. Valha is singing now as she is pressed flush against the other’s scrawny neck. His lips, curled up and giddy, ghosts along the bastard’s ear. Laughing, laughing, oh he hasn’t LAUGHED like this in a long time, but he is laughing now.

          ╚ ❝ Do you have any last words, foreigner?                  Just remember, if you scream, you won’t                  be allowed into the gods’ castle to dine                  with them. ❞

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「♔」;; ——

Perhaps “run” was too kind of a word to describe the prince’s actions. After all, he was stumbling over himself, wearing night-time garbs that dragged him down, fabric trailing over his feet and brushing against the floor, and sandals which hindered his ability to move with the haste that was necessary in this life or death situation. So when he glances behind him to see the redhead hot on his heels, he is not surprised.

Just as he is about to call for the eldest, Kouen, for whom this man would stand no chance against, Koumei’s head is forcefully yanked back, and his body follows, as his hair is tugged ruthlessly. His shout for help is caught in his throat as the familiar, cool feel of tempered metal meets his jugular. Hands raise up to curl into the man’s swordhand, fingernails bared and digging in as far as he could muster. This was it. Fate had mapped out his death at this man’s hands, and although cruel, there was a bit of justice to it all. 

Koumei shuts his eyes, embracing it. There was a sword at his neck and he was at its mercy. As Koumei fixates on the blade, he is recalling more. There are foreign letters etched into the blade’s surface, and they are similar to another blade kept within the royal treasury. A plan hatches, and the tactician realizes this might be his only ledge, his last stand. For his true strength lay within reason and words, and there was a chance he could talk his way out.

“Halt your blade.” Swallowing his hesitation, he speaks, calm and crystal clear. It was almost as if he wasn’t knocking at death’s door. ”After all, wouldn’t you wish to retrieve your father’s blade? It is in my possession, and should you slay me, you’ll never see it ever again.”

[resfcber-blog]

║ ♢ The same goddamn treatment as before, huh? The first time he declared death to the Kou princes was too many years ago to count, but can this pitiful excuse for a human not even remember his bright ginger hair? His violet eyes? HIS GODDAMN ACCENT?!

        He brings Valha close to his face and kisses her hilt for good luck.

         ╚ ❝ May the gods bless the blade that draws your blood near!! ❞

        And swinging he goes.

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「♔」;; ——

A moment’s glance, and Koumei is trying to match the man’s face to his memory. There isn’t anything that jumps out to him immediately, screaming an identity. This is a telling sign that this person was of no consequence to him, so he merely regards him with curiosity. After all, he clearly did not hail from Kou, so one had to wonder how he had managed to singlehandedly sneak into the palace walls. 

There is a moment of respectful silence as Koumei watches the mysterious figure caress the hilt of his blade with a tender kiss. Tilting his head, he analyzes the strange curve of his blade, the decorations upon the sheath. Now this is a tangible piece of his memory, and he racks networks of neurons to come up with the name of a region in the north. Ah yes, a particularly brutal conflict. Koumei had crafted the strategy himself, managing to outlast the nation with careful resourcing and the help of Dantalion.

But this means that he was in trouble, for there was no way a Zhezzan slave would be armed with a blade. Meaning, this free man was here for vengeance. This belated recognition of danger is reinforced by the announcement of impending bloodshed. Of course a savage from those brutal lands would seek to attack an unarmed prince —

That is, if Koumei was indeed unarmed. The prince clutched his metal vessel, raising the metallic hilt up to deflect the blade’s swing. This would have worked if Koumei had the physical prowess to back it up, but his arms are weak, and this assassin is strong, so his fan hits the ground uselessly.

”Ah.” He is staring at the fell vessel, and for once in his life, feels exceedingly stupid. He looks back up at his assailant. “I remember you now. You’re from Zhezzan. I recall the chieftain, Varrick. You attacked us once before. Perhaps we can... talk this out?”

Smart move. This man clearly just wanted to ‘talk’, after all. One look into those eyes, and Koumei could see his own death, skewered upon his blade. So Koumei takes a step back, and another, then turns tail and runs.

[bishcmonten-blog]

     ┇To say that he takes great pleasure in the flushing of the ex-prince’s cheeks is an understatement. It’s more like a man finally sitting on his throne, placing the gold upon his crown, and having a woman do her proper job over his lap. Triumph and victory and all the feelings of ruling a nation crashes over in the obvious irritation at the remembrance of their shared interest. Grinning, a wolfish, satisfied grin, Takeru cocks his head, has his hand over his mouth in a scandalous fashion. 

     “Don’t divert my attention. We aren’t really       talking about your brothers, are we?”

[hxnshui]

「♔」;; ——

Gaze is averted under the shameless scrutiny of Kina’s king. It is hard to match him word-for-word, for his mouth runs a mile per minute, saying things with both little and enormous meaning. Almost subconsciously, Koumei moves a hand before his abdomen, his scars tingling as he recalls the blood shed. And this time, he is flushed for a different purpose than anger. Limbs grow weary and weak, will to fight withering away slowly. The only weapon he had to boast, his cunning tongue, seemed dull; unsharpened from lack of practice.

”Must you gloat over everything? A man should be humble about his victories.”

Koumei works against instincts to distance himself from the sea devil, and instead draws near, raising a hand to rest upon the other’s chest. Desire tickles underneath his skin at the touch, and his breath stutters. He remembers. No, he is right, this had nil to do with his family. Or anything of such virtue, really.

”I would not wish to divert your attention, for I much rather enjoy reveling in it.”

[hxnshui]

"Mei-nii! Let me braid your hair pretty please~?" //luv me

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Troubling thoughts storm the tactician’s mind, and he is lost in feelings of restlessness and loss. He almost does not notice the small boy meander over, until the soft familiar voice of Koumei’s little brother intrudes upon his mind. Koumei offers a soft smile, reminiscing upon times past, and he visibly relaxes.

”Of course, I would be honored. Come here.”

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     ┇“Listen pal it’s not like Kou is off to a better start.          I mean, Kouen’s busy givin’ Sinbad a lap dance,          Kouha couldn’t convince me he’s straight if he tried,          and you? Well we all know about your nasty habits          don’t we?”

[hxnshui]

「♔」;; ——

Royal countenance reddens in both irritation and embarrassment at the accusation as realization dawns upon the tactician; the hidden meanings behind the samurai’s words irk him, since there is a needle of truth that stabs hard into his heart. There is a glint in Koumei’s eyes, reminiscent of days put behind him, no thanks to shameful times in isolation and exile. Tightening his jaw, he refrains from lashing out, knowing all too well what this man before him was capable of.

”You disgust me. Say what you will about me, leave my brothers out of this.”

[laetationis]

                        “ Well its good to see old faces again as much as new ones. “

                                          And by old he means it literally.

[hxnshui]

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Haha, very funny, Cherry Boy. “On the contrary, your face hasn’t changed in the slightest.”

[bishcmonten-blog]

     ┇“Nope, pretty sure I tried to kill         the last alive person I wanted.”

[hxnshui]

「♔」;; ——

"Wow, poor Kina will never see it’s descendancy rise at this rate. What a downright shame.”

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║ ♢ ╚ ❝ Are you stupid? Your END is near, foreign bastard! ❞

[hxnshui]

「♔」;; ——

Was Koumei supposed to recognize this man, spewing venom in his face? “Simmer down, even the palace’s night guards deserve some rest now and then.”

[bishcmonten-blog]

     ┇“Wouldn’t stop me and you know it.”

[hxnshui]

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Disgusting. “With your oh-so charming good looks and great personality, couldn’t you easily find someone more... alive.”

[bishcmonten-blog]

     ┇“Not as noisy as your mom when          I finish with her! Oooooooooooo-”

[hxnshui]

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" My mother is dead, Takebakayarou. ”

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sahtckar replied:

FISTI

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Okay you need to pack your stuff and leave.

[hxnshui]

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Squints. Everyone is so noisy.

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( hey guys,,, i thought that i'd be able to start rping again when my finals finish on the 17th this month but my usb stick overheated and all of my files on it are lost — including all of my roleplay psds, icons, graphics, etc etc. ha h. )

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I'm not all knowledgeable with Kouemi, I will be honest he's not a character that is easy but I feel like you've managed to do him justice. You make him seem more like just some lazy adviser whom only picks on Alibaba and while I do like seeing the amusement such things can bring I believe he's more than that and you manage to bring it out of him. And I'd offer some bit of advise or points to improve on but I honestly can't think of anything. ;w; I'm sorry.

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          koumei may not like hakuryuu much but he sure would make a killer adviser if you ever need to call upon him ;-) like idk why not join the “fuq u sindiq” club?? but yea h hi your compliments mean a lot to me wow i’m so happy! thank you so much logan aaaa (internal screaming)

[hxnshui]

I love your Koumei ;W; i love him so much. You don't make him a character just for crack, he's not just a sleepy pigeon loving prince but also a mastermind and strategist with his opinions, troubles and ( occasionally cherry teasing ) moments. I absolutely adore your writing skills in general but your Koumei must be one of my favorite muses on tumblr tbh ♥ deal with the fact that you are absolutely amazing 8) !!

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          whoa vivi shot an arrow straight to my heart i’m very much doki right now aaaa??? it’s been like a week or so and i still haven’t recovered from reading this message i’m blushing whoa holy fuck let me just dig my own grave here bye

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you're the gayest koumei i know. ( bxshamon )

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          this is offensive and racist and sexist and ableist and misogynist and just like every other -ist in the dictionary. yes, even nationalist. you are that too.