@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! '
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