Gentle Red

indi. & private rp blog for Totsuka Tatara from K-Project.  Written by Eve.  ♔ For mobile users ♔

[kindlyred]

♔ Fushimi & Munakata

The grip on the bed frame twitched under his fingers, and Fushimi’s lips turned into a distinct downwards line at his words. The hell was up with this guy? He’d had such a close up with death and the first thing he thought about was what he did?

“Speak for yourself…” He hissed, when he instead meant that Totsuka-san should worry about himself first.

The urge to give him his two cents and then some more was strong, he couldn’t lie to himself about that. But they weren’t alone; and although Fushimi had made it a habit to not care for formalities when talking before the Blue King, there was always a degree of reluctance to show his true colors when a third person was there to witness it.

So instead he clammed up, shooting a bitter sideglance to his superior as though to tell to hurry the ass up and do his job.

That low bemused chuckle he’d gotten so familiar with rose from Munakata’s lips, the man moving closer to the bed side, two fingers rising to adjust the silver frame of his glasses.

“Tatara Totsuka-kun… You find yourself in the hospital facility of Nakanomodo at this very moment.” He informed the convalescent man under the bedsheets, amethyst orbs scanning his features carefully. The polite smile on his lips didn’t reach the Blue King’s eyes, which remained impassive and sharp. “You underwent a surgery that pulled you back from an untimely demise. I’m certain your senses must be numb and confusing your thoughts at the moment… so I will withold my questions. Be aware, however, that you are presently under custody of my Scepter 4 as a witness to a heinous crime. When you will be ready to do so, I’d like to ask for your cooperation in our investigation.”

Tatara might be full of anastetic at that moment, but somehow he still could swear that Fushimi wasn't really happy with him. Or his words in that situation. But maybe that wasn't really surprising. After all, Totsuka was rather well aware of the fact that the younger one didn't like to be thanked like that. Which...probably was okay.

A quiet chuckle left his lips, but it stopped as soon as the blond one realized that it caused some dull pain in his stomach. So no laughing for the next time, unless he wanted even more painkillers in his blood, hu?

"Okay, okay.." he mumbled in the end, showed the other one a soft smile none the less. At least until he picked up another chuckle, bringing his attention right back to the blue king.

For a moment he wondered why the other one even bothered with being here. Sure even if he was with the blue clan right now, there was no need for the king to be around. Unless Mikoto already knew what had happened and where he was... in that case it probably would make a lot more sense for the blue king to be here.

But instead of confusing himself even more with thoughts like that he tried to focus on the information Munakata was sharing with him right now. So he was at the gold clans territory right now... would that stop Mikoto from coming here? Probably not.

Untiely demise... he really had been about to die then, hadn't he? Fushimi had saved his life, no matter how the younger one was thinking... speaking about it.

It also was a good thing the other one wasn't about to ask his questions right now. While Tatara knew there were things he needed to share, even if it was the blue king for now... his mind still felt blurry and dizzy and the mix of painkillers and stuff wasn't making it any easier. He couldn't tell how long he'd been passed out, but he already felt sleepy again.

"I...think I can answer some questions later but... tell me...do king and the others know? It's Annas birthday... I don't want to ruin it.." Even though it probably was too late for that way of thoughts already. Not that he had much to say in the whole matter to begin with. He hadn't asked to be shoot after all, thank you very much.

For a moment he felt silent, blinking almost stubbornly, as he tried to force his body to stay awake for a while longer.

"That guy...he said he's a king...he's dangerous."

[strchxt]

This is my hiatus notice that I should have posted like a week ago 

So yeah I’m starting a new job in July in a city that’s like 110km away from where I’m currently living. I’m currently busy with hunting down a new flat over there, while starting to sort out my flat, occasionally helping my mother / grandparents with their move (what’s more changing their flats in the same house but it’s even more chaotic xx)  and still working at the old place so my head’s like everywhere but rarely on drafts. 

There are some that I look up and instantly have the motivation to answer and usually I just do that, but other’s are down in my drafts for now and… I’m sorry but I guess that will stay like that until I catch a free day and can focus on them. 

I haven’t forgotten anyone. And just because I answer to some other thread faster than to ours it doesn’t mean I don’t like the thread or writing with you I promise <3 

Hope you’re all still around when calmer days return. 

Love you all <3 

[kindlyred]

♔ Fushimi 

“You don’t look comfortable at all, Fushimi-kun.”

Fushimi’s head bobbed downwards and abruptly jerked up as he was startled awake, the PDA slipping off his loose fingers and falling on the floor between his feet.

“Shit…” He grumbled, groggy and dazed, bending forward from his chair to pick it back up, throwing a sour look up at the tall man standing beside him. “…What’re you doin’ here?”

“If you are sleepy, you should rest. There is a free bed right here.” The Blue King deflected the question, glancing a moment at the free cot past the divider in the middle of the hospital room, before returning his violet focus on the PDA in his clansman’s hands. “Working on your report already? You’re still off-duty.”

“… Figured I’d do it now while the ‘mories ‘re still fresh…” His words were still chopped with drowsiness, one hand slipping past the black-framed glasses to rub one tired eye. He glanced at the clock on the screen. It was almost 3 in the morning. Only then, he actually looked up at the hospital bed before him, and noticed that Totsuka had been returned to it. “…When did he get out of the surgery?”

“Not too long ago. The anaesthesia should be wearing off as we speak.” Munakata had his hands clasped behind his back. “The operation didn’t take long. Luckily the bullet had passed through. A single shot, too.. lucky, everything considered.”

For a couple minutes, neither of them spoke. It was Fushimi to break the silence.

“… You’re not going to tell them?”

The taller male nodded but once. “I have requested Lieutenant Awashima to give a phone call in the morning. No need to wake people up in the middle of the night.”

Fushimi frowned slightly. “…You know they’re going to want him back, don’t you? Once Mikoto Suoh finds out, he will be-”

“That will be my duty to handle. You need not concern yourself.” Munakata interceded before he could finish, lifting his chin slightly. “As a King, I can sympathize with the feeling of wanting to keep one’s own clansman safe in a moment of convalescence, especially after such a gruesome attack. However, it is also true that Totsuka Tatara is victim of a superpower-related crime. As such, it is only just that Scepter 4 takes him under custody for proper investigation procedures. The Red King will have to comply.”

Silence once again, while Fushimi took in that verbose amount of information to give his own bitter commentary. “…Shot and arrested in one night. If this ain’t one hell of a shit day…”

“Hmph…” Munakata chuckled through his nose.

It was then that Totsuka’s voice came, weak and barely audible across the room. Fushimi immediately sprung off his chair and nearly fell when he realized his legs had gone numb.

“Totsuka-sa~ack…!” He stumbled, flailing and managing to grab onto the frame of the hospital bad with both hands to keep himself standing, a flustered, startled look on his face.

Munakata adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “Oya, it really was an uncomfortable position…”

“…Shut your face..” Fushimi whispered to himself, finally returning his attention on the blond. “We’re at the hospital. Don’t get up.”

His voice was quiet. If Tatara was honest to himself, than he had never heard himself like that before and part of him wondered if anyone even had heard him.  But soon enough there was Fushimi’s voice again, surprising him a little bit because... maybe he had more expected his clan to be here but... did they even know what had happened yet? How long had he been out of it? 

Part of him hoped they were still unaware...it certainly would keep them from worrying. 

Fushimi’s voice disappeared as sudden as it had appeared with a not so expected sound from the younger one and Tatara tried to open his eyes again, blinking, trying to figure out what just had happened while he could feel a soft shaking of the bed he was laying in. Had the other one stumbled against it? Had he raised that fast? 

And suddenly there was another voice. One he knew way too well after all the confrontations King had with that guy in the past. So he was with the blue clan right now? 

He was actually causing even more trouble with surviving, wasn’t he? 

No, part of him was aware that he probably owned these people his life. 

Don’t get up the other one was saying as if he actually would be able to do so right now. While part of him wanted to get up immediately he had already realized that his body wasn’t quiet listening to him just yet. He felt weak and kinda... numb. 

Oh he probably was still on pain medication and fresh from the anesthesia, hu? 

“You... brought me here.” he eventually stated, while he actually managed to spot the other one besides his bed, even if his vision was still blurry at is best.  “Even waited.” 

Fushimi certainly didn’t had to . Nothing of it. After all he had made way too clear that they weren’t clansman anymore. And yet... 

“Thank you.”

[kindlyred]

♔ Fushimi

“... We’re lost, aren’t we.”

As his words came out, they didn’t even sound like they belonged in a question. Because they did not. Fushimi was 100% sure they were fucking lost, no wait, make that 150% actually.

He’d known from the start that everything about this was a bad idea. A bad idea with the name of Totsuka Tatara painted all over it.

‘Let’s go camping for Hatsuhinode!’, he’d said. ‘Nothing like seeing the first sunrise of the new year from the mountains!’.

A small detour during their hike towards the camping area, leaving behind the trail and the rest of the damn group, and here they were. Totsuka, looking around and trying to remember where they’d come from, and himself, with a bothersome backpack, highly regretting going after the blond because he’d worried he...

... Yeah, he’d worried he’d get lost which was EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED.

All the more shocking, they had somehow gotten so far away, even Yata’s sharp hearing couldn’t catch Totsuka’s calls. And lo and behold, no phone signal.

Lost on a mountain as dusk is coming to an end, fucking STELLAR. || @roleplay-abiogenesis2​

It certainly wasn't what he had in mind when he had started to wander off earlier. To be honest Tatara hadn't even noticed that the other's hadn't followed him anymore. Well besides Fushimi. At least that meant he wasn't alone lost in the woods, but still that probably wasn't making anything any better if the other's tone of voice was any indication.

"Seems like it." he admitted eventually, scratching the back of his head while looking around again, turning around and around in an attempt to figure out where they had come from. He had called out earlier already but no reaction had followed. Had they really went that far? Maybe Mikoto and the other's had started to search for them but went in the wrong direction? Both probably was possible, but neither was making the situation any better.

"Sorry Fushimi-kun." he added, voice a bit softer, beofre he turned to the younger one. He had known that the other one hadn't really had wanted to come to this trip. He not only had forced him but also had lead him into this kind of situation.

To top everything it was slowly getting dark and the dusk was rising and... it was already that late, wasn't it?

How long had they....had he wandered around aimlessly to end up here?

"Oh well...I'm sure King will find us eventually." he settled down with in the end. Not the slightest doubt that the older one would burn half of the forrest down if it would mean he could find them.

"I think... we came from that direction?" he eventually pointed out before actually starting to walk again, part of him hoping...almost praying that it wasn't the opposite direction after all.

[kindlyred]

♔  ??? 

“I do?” Did he really stand out that much? Curious, he looked down at himself. Was it the way he dressed? He thought it was modern enough to fit in with the city. That’s what his master said he bought him the clothes before his passing. Maybe it was his hair?

“Uhm, well no. This is my first time coming here. I’m still rather new to the city.” 

“Mhm.” he replied while nodding slowly, titling his head to the side while he watched the other one looking down at himself. “Your clothes...they seem more formal than what the others around wear. You also feel different.” he added eventually, probably to explain a little bit more what exactly he had meant. 

After all, he really didn’t want to make the other one feel uncomfortable. Even less on his first visit around here. 

“Oh? So you moved here? Where did you come from? Did you see a lot from the world outside this town?”

[kindlyred]

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” (Maybe Nagare? Or Nagare through Kotosaka, either way) || @queensconquest​    // Late Night Wandering Starters (accepting)

For a moment Tatara wasn’t sure where exactly that voice had come from. It was a familiar one, but he just couldn’t spot the face fitting to it. Eventually his eyes rested on the green parrot that seemed to be familiar as well like... right that was the talking bird that sometimes was with Yukari, right? But the voice used to be different... 

Frowning slightly he eventually shrugged, before turning around to the bird completely. 

“Dunno. Just wandering around taking in the quiet of the night.” 

[kindlyred]

“What are you doing out this late?” (from Yukari) || @queensconquest​ // Late Night Wandering Starters (accepting) 

“I wanted to watch the city lights.” he replied almost instantly, a soft smile on his face even before he turned around to the other one. “They’re just beautiful. Also it’s rather calm at this time” he added, before letting his eyes wander over all the different colored lights with some kind of sparkle in his eyes. It really was fascinating. 

A few times already he had thought about trying to capture this scenery on a picture or a video but his attempts always had proven the same thing... it simply wasn’t the same. 

“And what brought you here?” 

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

🌙+ your own

[immcrtalking]

indie. & mutuals only RP blog for Yashiro Isana // Adolf K. Weismann from K-Project. Sideblog, follows back from kindly-red

Please reblog // like if you’re interested in interacting. 

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[kindlyred]

♔ ???

He’s trying his hardest not to look but it’s exceptionally hard when he can feel someone staring at him. Sipping his tea, he lets out a breath and does his best to ignore it until he can’t anymore. 

So he turns towards the culprit, who he finds vaguely familiar, and frowns. 

“Is there something on my face?”

Was he caught staring? Tatara actually flinched a bit the moment the other’s voice reached his ears It probably hadn’t been something he had done on purpose. He just had been curious, started to watch the people around and eventually he had just stopped on the dark haired man who’s attention suddenly was on himself. 

How embarrassing. 

“No, no. I just wondered. You seem a bit off in a place like this. Are you coming here often?”

[kindlyred]

♔ Fushimi 

It was a good thing Fushimi wasn’t speaking right then. At the mention of Mikoto-san, his teeth clenched so hard his jaw hurt. It would have been enough of a vicious bite to make his tongue bleed had it been caught in the middle.

“He’s not here, so shut up!!” He growled, open wounds as deep as the one he was poorly mending reopening and hurting anew. He knew this shouldn’t be the time to let his own problems flare, and yet…

He felt a sudden push in the air and for a moment, his eyes snapped open in shock, pointing up to the heavens, as though expecting to see the massive red Sword of Damocles manifesting just above them. His breath choked in his throat in anticipation, giving him that suffocating sensation he always felt in the presence of the dreaded monarch of destruction.

….But that was no sword in the air. Blades swatting the sky and creating violent gusts, the chopper carrying Scepter 4′s logo slowly descended onto the building. Relief washed over Fushimi, the red aura soon dissipating from his hand. His fingertips could feel Totsuka’s skin then; coarse, painfully burnt, but sealed at least on his back.

“Fushimi-san!!” Akiyama quickly jumped off the vehicle while it was still in the process of landing, rushing up to him.

“Gunshot wound, left side. I think the bullet passed through. He needs blood FAST!” The third-in-command quickly informed him.

The acting captain nodded, immediately taking Fushimi’s place in pressing the soaked scarf onto the red clansman’s chest, looking around. “Was it a Strain? Should he be transported to Nakanomodo?”

“Just go wherever it’s fastest! There’s no time!” He had to raise his voice due to the helicopter, but he was already standing up. He was, in truth, not sure how to answer that question. The Gold Clan’s hospital should treat any and all superpowered-related injuries, yet would a gunshot wound count for that?

It would, if the perpetrator had really been a King.

But was that true…? Swallowing cold air, his eyes returned to the sky, to the distant lights of the blimp ascending. If the culprit was really up there… then he had to catch it.

“Fushimi-san!”

He blinked, realizing he’d been ignoring his subordinate speaking to him. Akiyama was looking at him with concern.

“You must go too, Fushimi-san.”

“…No. I’m not finished here. This is a crime scene, I must-”

“Fushimi-san, I must insist!” This time, the acting captain cut him off, his tone imperative. Enough for Fushimi to give him an irritated stare. “You are not on-duty right now.”

He nodded at him, bringing attention to his blood-stained brown coat, and civilian clothes.

“You are a witness, Fushimi-san. Please follow the procedure. I’ll be taking over here.” Making room for two other clansmen who had caught up with them to carefully load Totsuka on a stretcher, Akiyama stood up and faced his superior with a serious look. “This is the Captain’s orders.”

“..Tch.” Clicking his tongue, the bespectacled male returned a begrudging glare, shoulders dropping. He perfectly knew what was actually going on between this stingy pressure for protocol. Obviously, the Blue King had already been informed of everything he’d sent to headquarters. That a red clansman had been injured, and none other than Fushimi Saruhiko had come to his rescue.

This was pity. Annoying consideration, expecting him to be too shaken and personally involved to be entrusted with this case.

So irritating.

Ruefully, he did as told, looking around the crime scene one last time, but well aware he shouldn’t touch anything. All he picked up was his own phone.

His eyes fell on the abandoned camera on the ground. “… Don’t forget anything.” He muttered to Akiyama, before making his way aboard the helicopter.

Normally Tatara was rather well aware of the fact that King better wasn't mentioned around the younger one, but in that moment... feeling the last of energy leaving his body he just felt too scared. Part of him could understand why Fushimi was doing what he was doing, but it still hurt a lot and if Tatara would have left any kind of energy at this point he probably would have cried out in pain all lover again. 

He wanted his best friend to be around. To apologize for the mess he just had caused again. For the sorrow he would leave behind. Maybe he just should have stayed at the bar tonight. Should have went home directly without coming here again. But how had he even been supposed to expect something like that to happen?

Had it been a coincidence? The words of the supposed to be king certainly were telling another story but how had he known he would come here tonight?

In the end he wouldn't find an answer to that question. First because his attention went back to Fushimi, once the younger one growled at him to shut up once again, then because there suddenly was another sound coming closer. Suddenly there was something above them.

The last thing Tatara thought he had seen before he finally lost against the pulling darkness was the logo of Scepter 4.

Waking up again felt far more difficult than Tatara had expected. On the other side there had been a not so tiny part of him that hadn't expected to wake up again at all. It was only a short moment that he actually managed to open his eyes though. Everything around him was blurry and white and bright and it hurt so much that he closed his eyes shut already again before he could get a actual look at his surroundings.

Where was he? Was he... had he actually died after all? HE had tried so hard to ignore the pain, to stay awake just like Fushimi had told him to but in the end... in the end he hadn't even been able to do that. The younger one probably was mad at him at this point. But maybe being mad actually was something Tatara preffered compared to the sorrow and grief and anger he must have caused for his fellow clans man.

Did they already knew what had happened?

Part of him hoped so. Part of him wondered if it probably would be better if they wouldn't find out that soon. Maybe that way Anna could still have a nice birthday.

The biggest part of him was confused, that he actually still was able to wonder to begin with. If he was dead... he shouldn't be able to do just that, should he?

In the end he felt drifting away again. If he even had been awake to begin with. Was this a dream? Tatara wasn't sure, but while he drifted back into the dark he felt like he could feel the red flames of his king surrounding him.

The first thing that eventually came back to him was the pain. It wasn't as bad as it had been before, more some numb kind of pain. Not really there but neither gone. It was a strange feeling and it took him only a few seconds to realize that he didn't like that feeling. Not at all. It also caused his head to feel dizzy. He still felt sleepy. Part of him wanted to wake up, wanted to fight against the tired feeling that was clinging onto him way too strong. Eventually there was a faint sound of some beeping reaching his ear, probably some kind of medical device. So... he actually hadn't died, had he? Was he really still alive?

Again he tried to open his eyes. To push this dizzy feeling away. His surroundings still where white and bright but it wasn't hurting that much anymore. Still he blinked a few times, trying to say something, but no sound left his lips.

'...really got us worried this time...'

It was only faint. Actually Tatara wasn't even sure if he had heard that voice for real or if he was imagining things. He tried to figure out where exactly he was. Was he alone? Who was with him? That voice sounded so familiar...he wanted to trust that person, even if he couldn't quiet name it in that moment. It caused him to feel save. To give in to the darkness once again before he drifted away into sleep, a soft smile on his face though.

How much time had passed? It actually was the first question that came up in his mind once he was able to think again. Maybe it was a strange first question, but he felt like he figured the most important one - he was still alive - before already so... how much time had passed? And where the hell was he?

Eventually his surroundings got less and less blurry. A hospital room? Well that probably would make sense. Slowly memories returned to him. The colorless king. Being shot. Fushimi talking to him.  The chopper.

"Fushimi...kun...?"

[kindlyred]

what sky are you?

starry sky

you're sometimes overwhelmed by how much you feel, and you don't always know what to do with all those feelings. you value honesty. you want to feel at peace, and you try not to take the little things for granted. you believe you are part of something bigger than yourself. your actions and opinions reflect your care for other people. you're not necessarily an optimist but you hold onto hope. you take life as it comes, but you don't let it walk all over you

[gladlyrphelper]

Send “Make Me Feel”

for me to randomly generate a number between 1 and 100 to write a starter based on any of the prompts below!

A mix of fluff, angst, sadness, and anything to make you feel if executed right. proceed at your own risk! Some content might be triggering.

Keep reading

[leneemusing]

softer prompts

“  i’m not going anywhere.  ” “  you make me feel safe.  ”   “  i think i might be in love with you.  ” “  i just like seeing you happy.  ” “  just let me take care of you.  ” “  you’re my family.  ” “  i can stay, if you want.  ” “  you make me feel alive.  ” “  you’re captivating.  ” “  i want you to know i’ll always be here for you. whatever you need.  ” “  you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here.  ” “  i trust you. more than anyone else.  ” “  you have a beautiful soul.  ” “  i feel like i could watch you all day. everything you do has a touch of magic to it.  ” “  i hope i see you in my dreams.  ” “  do you trust me?  ” “  you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me. not ever.  ” “  i love you, every part of you. even the parts you don’t like.  ” “  you make everything a little easier.  ” “  will you just…hold me? please.  ” “  just tell me everything’s gonna be okay.  ” “  you’re enough. you’re more than enough.  ” “  you have my heart in your hands. be gentle with it.  ” “  i wanna be the one you go to. the first one you tell when there’s something good. the shoulder to cry on when it’s bad. and every mundane thing in between. i want to share it all with you.  ” “  i have faith in you.  ” “  i’ve never met anyone quite like you.  ” “  knowing you is like…coming home. like i’ve finally found something that’s been missing all this time.  ” “  every hard thing in my life feels worth it. it all led me to you.  ” “  i feel like i could endure anything as long as i have you to come home to.  ” “  i can tell something’s bothering you.  ” “  what can i do to help?  ” “  come on. let’s get out of here.  ” “  i’m taking you somewhere special.  ” “  where are you taking me?  ” “  i don’t need grand gestures or declarations of love. i just need you. all of you.  ” “  you make me feel like i’m worthy.  ” “  you deserve good things.  ” “  i want to be your home.  ” “  loving you is like something holy.  ” “  i made you something.  ” “  come back to bed.  ” “  stay the night with me.  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “   you wanna talk about it?  ” “  did you wanna tell me something?  ”  “  you’ll always have me.  ” “  i’m proud of you.  ”   “  i need you.  ” “  thank you. for always being there for me.  ” “  don’t ever let anyone make you doubt your worth.  ” “  i’m not leaving you. not ever.  ”   “  you have kind eyes.  ”   “  sleep, my love. i’ll keep the nightmares away.  ”   “  there’s so much light in you.  ” “  i want you here.  ”  

ACTIONS: 

❀ for a forehead kiss ✦ for our muses to hold hands ❉ for one muse to nap against the other ✱ for one muse to surprise the other ✸ for our muses to cuddle  ❄ for our muses to enjoy the first snow of winter  ♛ for my muse to teach yours something new ☂ for our muses to stargaze  ♡ for one muse to wake the other with breakfast in bed ♤ for a kiss on the palm ☁ for our muses to get caught in the rain without an umbrella ☀ for one muse to surprise the other with a home-cooked meal  ☾ for one muse to hug the other without explanation  ♞ for one muse to give the other a massage  ✞ for one muse to give the other flowers ✔ for one muse to caress the other’s face ✚ for our muses to shower/bathe together  ＄for one muse to catch the other staring lovingly 

[kindlyred]

♔ Anna

She remained quiet, at the lie and at how calm he seemed to be. Anna could feel a difference in him - that he was affected by whatever nightmare or thought he just had, but… The young Princess frowned as she moved closer to him. Bringing her arms up, she went to hug the older man softly.

“Still, are you okay or are you… Pretending to be okay?” Anna pried still, peaking up from his stomach to stare up at him with wide ruby eyes. “I don’t… Want to pry too much, but…” She was worried.​

For a moment he actually dared to think she believed his words. Maybe he should have known better. Anna was rather sensitive for things like that. And sometimes it felt like she exactly knew what was going on in someone’s head whether or not words were said out aloud or not. 

It became rather obvious again once the little girl brought up her arms to hug him - something he returned without hesitation, holding the smaller one close - but more so with the words that follow. 

Or are you pretending to be okay?

Part of him wondered if Anna figured this out, whether or not others had as well. On the other side... it was Anna, so the other’s probably still believed he wasn’t bothered by this. Or at least he hoped so. 

Seconds ticked by before he eventually let out a sigh, raising one of his hands to gently pet the other’s head. “I’m gonna be okay.” he replied instead, showing her a soft smile. “Don’t worry about it Anna-chan, it’s probably fine again in the morning anyways. Everything will be fine in the end.”

[kindlyred]

♔ Fushimi 

He hated this. Hated it with every fiber of his body. Hated the sensation of the sweat permeating his heavy winter clothes; the warm temperature of the wet fluids between his fingers, the scarf in his hands already completely soaked. He hated his inability to think coherently; he even hated that Totsuka-san wouldn’t tell him it was going to be all right, of all things. That minuscule detail made the whole situation just more concrete.

“Come on…” He whispered under his breath at nothing at all, his eyes darting to the suffering face of the red clansman as he spoke, brows furrowing in frustrated confusion.

What King? What ship? Wait… As his gaze spaced up, looking for the lights of the choppers more than anything else, he did see it. He’d almost missed it until the moonlight cast its pale reflection over the massive silhouette of the blimp disappearing in the distance.

No way… The man on the blimp…? Hadn’t all that been just a urban legend? Fushimi’s memories of his hunt after the airship with Misaki flooded in, retracing that very particular form that slowly floated away.

Just what the hell had happened..?

Before he could even contemplate his options, his eyes moved down on the wound again. He’d felt warmth touch his knee on the ground, and realized only then that blood was continuing to pool out from under the man’s back. Fuck! The bullet had to have passed through. It was good news in one sense, but still a problem, as it was obvious that at least one artery had been damaged.

A very painful and familiar sting to the left side of his collarbone called to his attention, at the same moment in which his mind reached the obvious conclusion.

‘You know exactly what you have to do.’ It said. And Fushimi didn’t know whose voice that was. ‘If you don’t, he’ll die right here.’

“Damn it…!” Gritting his teeth, Fushimi wasted no further time. With his free hand, he pushed Totsuka to lie on his side. Hopefully this would help him free his airways too. But that wasn’t the main intent.

Frantically, he pulled the man’s coat, shirt and undershirt out of the way, to reveal the bleeding wound in the back of his torso.

“Totsuka-san. You must not pass out, you hear me!?” Bright light reflected on Fushimi’s glasses, as his right hand, the one that was not holding onto the scarf on Totsuka’s front, quickly and violently enveloped with bright red fire-like energy. His mirror neurons triggered the sharp burning sensation at his own scar in anticipation of that selfsame action he had brought upon himself three years ago. “This is going to hurt.”

If he could at least cauterize and close the wound in the back, he could hopefully help him keep some blood, enough to make it to the hospital at least.

He didn’t wait for permission given or agreement. There was just no time for that. Bracing himself for what would follow, Fushimi focused all his red aura on the full palm of his hand and brought it onto the bleeding hole on the man’s back.

If he was in any other situation, any other state of mind, Tatara might had realized that his words weren't as clear as he had wanted them to be. Maybe he should have specified which king he was talking about, but the fact that the airship was connected to the silver king was something that totally has slipped his attention, so he hadn't realized the confusion his words might cause.

Maybe he was just too tired to be bothered about it.

'Come on' the other one was saying and honestly if it were anywhere in his hands Tatara would do something to help him. If it had been possible he would have spared the other one from this situation, from being here with him. From seeing him like that. It had been pure coincidence that he had ended up calling the younger one, when his first intention had been to call Kusanagi, but maybe... maybe... hopefully this coincidence was something that would save his life in the end?

Again his attention was pulled towards the other one and the older one blinked a few times, tired. Unfocused. As if he wasn't trying his best to stay awake. But he wanted to do the other one this favor, wanted to stay awake for the other one. And so he tried to focus on Fushimi. In the end it didn't take him that long to realize the fact that the other's face was strangely illuminated suddenly. That it was the red energy that was almost burning around the other's hand slipped his attention though. Instead he focused on the others' words.

This is going to hurt.

What? What was going to hurt? Would it hurt him or Fushimi? It wasn't really making sense. Not at all. Not in the few seconds that passed between the other's words and the moment the other's hand actually touched his back.

It was more than just a touch though. Maybe he didn't even felt the touch itself, instead there suddenly was another burning pain, almost like before, if not even worse in it's own way. And before he got any chance to even begin to understand what the hell was just happening, a painful scream left his lips, before his voice eventually broke, leaving him behind panting quietly, eyes barely open anymore.

"Fu...shimi...kun..." he whispered in the end, actually only to show the other one that he still was awake, that he hadn't lost the fight against the threatening darkness yet. Even though it started to call louder. To pull stronger.

God he was so tired...

"...King..."