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This blog has been moved to wystirea !!!
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i'm about ready to shuffle over to the new blog, i'll update my cardd then as i wanna make sure there isnt any confusion to anyone looking at it before i move.
@greatcruelty // ( unprompted → accepting ) Having spent centuries around him, one realization that Kokushibo would have come to is that the master was quite strange. As were the rather unique methods he invented to display his affection for the First Moon. After all, he was nothing if not obsessive when it came to chasing whatever stirred his curiosity— he was much like a cat in that regard. Muzan had a few ways of doting on Kokushibo, from his culinary exploits, to committing into memory just how Kokushibo liked his tea, to the way he had figured out a way to cup the demon's face without irritating his multiple pairs of eyes. But this time, he had insisted upon brushing his hair. Taking an ornate comb through that mane meticulously and styling it in that familiar pony tail, Muzan's eyes filled with a manic delight. " There. Now, how was that? "
What myths and rumors swirled around the demon king's existance as a slayer all those centuries ago- Where the man was described as cruel, cold, calculating yet in the same breath unstable, unpredictable, and feral. An animal rather than anything close to resembling human. Yet, in Kokushibo's time set beside the demon- What was described, well... was in someways accurate. The man was not known for pure benevolence towards anything that strayed from his ideals- he presented various quirks and habits one might consider human. Such as his desire to dote on the upper moon for simply being at his heel. His strangely made meals, the way he has perfectly recreated the way the moon makes his tea, to learning to avoid touching at his eyes as the master's hands come to rest on his cheek. Though it would be amiss to say that he did not watch on his own, to commit to recalling the other's tastes and following his ideal rules.
Dismissing his thoughts, he allows himself to melt into the gentle feeling of the comb. How it gracefully runs through his hair, rarely ever with a sharp tug or a snag. It was in his interest and the progenitor's he kept himself clean and well kept. But its when the other's fingers gently run behind after the comb that he almost leans into his touch. It is a sheer level of self restraint that holds him in place. The final motion brings it all back into place, a wild and unruly mane brought into it's signature style.
' Thank you... Not a single hair... Out of place as always... '
Her silence in the moment is deafening- After all, the repercussions of his actions are clear. Lips curling into a mischievous smile as she looks to the heavily ink stained palms of his hands to the small splotch across his cheek. It even looked as though he was still struggling with removing all the glitter out of his hair.
It would seem that he was still under the effect of that most damnable spell. For it seemed that no matter how much he washed, he could not erase the stain of his sin from his hands. Not that whatever was wrong with him was noticed by Naraku's foes, and so the battle carried out as usual.
And yet, in the mist of his taunting laughter, he saw it, and as he did it was as if time itself stood still. The mischievous gleam in her eye and the way her lips curved up into a positively diabolical smile— a devil's grin etched upon the face of an angel. The moment their gazes met couldn't have lasted more than a second, and within that painfully long second, Naraku cycled through surprise, horror, rage, and genuine admiration.
".... Clever girl."
He didn't even notice the wind scar roaring its way towards him.
I also plan to add in some muses, but most won't be live/fully available till I move blogs.
@rotblooms // ( unprompted → accepting ) After a day full of bustle and struggling with some certain unruly guests, the manor's hallways were painfully silent It was during those hours that Akara allowed himself to reminisce on the laughter that once filled these halls, on beautiful sunsets shared with familiar faces and warm voices outside in the garden. If there was a paradise in this world, Akara was certain that had been it. But the sun had long set, and the night was cold. All they had left was to ensure that warmth would live on. Akara traversed those familiar corridors with ease, carrying a tray of hot tea and food in hand. Now, if his intuition served him correctly, the insect hashira would be in her study, kept busy with her research 'till late hours no doubt. A few moments longer, and he finally arrived at his destination, facing the door to Shinobu's study. Kanae's old study… He shook his head and buried those memories away, before they took root. "Kocho-san, I have brought you tea." [ for shinobu 💗]
The manor almost never seemed to rest from dawn till dusk. Chaos reigned as people were tended to, recuperating their strength, training in the small dojo, and the girls running through the halls as they attempted to enjoy some of the little spare time they had to exist as children themselves.
Shinobu herself took part in every facet as she could put herself in- With little time to spare for herself as both the head of the manor, a hashira, and her research into the deeper aspects of both the human and demon physiology. Spreading herself thin as she retains the mask of a small and playful smile across her face. The fire of the life that once boomed in the manor couldn't die out, she refused to let the warmth be taken with a cold breeze.
Oh, but for how much longer?
The energy of the day was replaced by the stillness of the evening. Meals were long since finished, patients finding themselves falling asleep for the night- Worn down by their endurance. The young girls, tired and drowsy shuffled off to bed- But not without Shinobu being there to wish them a good night. Now, she would isolate herself within her study. Scribbling down notes in her journals, eyes watching over the various test tubes of medicine and poison alike. With a sudden pause at the end of her sentence, she tapped her pen against the paper. Whatever train of thought had been rushing through her mind, cut short as she sets the pen down. Pressing both hands to her forehead as she leans down, eyes fluttering shut.
The stillness of this position seemed to drag on in the silence of the evening. Truly, she had no idea just how long her mind wandered. But, it was cut quickly as the sound of someone's voice pulled her forward. Hands run down over her face as she lets out a sigh, pulling herself together once again. Letting the facade form over every feature of her body.
' You can come in Miura-san! '
Yoo-Hoo! Are you alright?