kirijo's legacy

independent and selective mitsuru kirijo from persona 3/persona 4 arena. active since october 2012.

[andrastesass]

fictional kiss things that end me

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”

[amatoribxs-deactivated20160615]

A short chuckle slipped from her lips, as she managed to stifle a small cough - inhaling deeply. It was only a little odd to be freely speaking with the older woman, the intimidating aura usually kept her away…but, now it seemed to be…more motherly. Although, she wasn’t quite sure if she completely believed the woman’s words, they seemed…a little forced? But….it was probably her- just reading into things….    

“Woah- y’know, I thought I was stubborn!…You might just rival me. At least you seem to be in good health, Mitsuru-san…..I thought you’d be the type to skip all those check-ups.”

[metropolitanempress-blog]

“Ah, indeed-- stubborn may as well be my middle name, but you’ve been giving me a run for my money there, so to speak.” Ease sets in; as much as people get a little intimidated by her presence, it’s a double-edged sword that has her just as daunted by the weight of her name as anyone else, so moments where she finally makes a breakthrough are clung to for the precious rarities that were normal interactions. “I tend to be in good health either way.”

Well, usually. A lot of the time Mitsuru would admittedly brute force your way through some particularly sapping ailments, should they ever get the better of her sturdy immune system, but running the Kirijo Group was a wealth of responsibility that idol duties didn’t quite meet. Rise could have that time to convalesce with little repercussion, but it’s a luxury that evades her. The tangent is enough to force her to concede truth with a touch of shyness in her posture as if caught out “...a-alright, maybe not always in good health, but it’s impossible to find real time to recover.“

[metropolitanempress-blog]

There's shadow activity going on in the TV world and the only way of defeating them, according to detective Naoto, is dancing. What are your orders?

“Have Shirogane tested for mind altering substances.”

[amatoribxs-deactivated20160615]

A small, raspy cough rises from her throat, as she quickly ducks her head - trying her hardest to not cough in the older woman’s face; snuffling softly - she inhales, directing her attention back towards the redhead. Still- a little peeved at the situation as a whole.  

“Um - No? I don’t think so? I haven’t been around anyone who is sick…and, I’m totally not stressed! So, that’s why I’m telling you it’s only a cold; your doctor is going to be pretty disappointed to come down her for nothing!”

[metropolitanempress-blog]

She sighs, gently shaking her head. “So you insist. But I insist that we make absolutely sure it’s a cold.” Bullish stubbornness was the order of the day; Mitsuru wasn’t about to risk the slightest possibility it could be a grimmer case than estimated.

“I don’t think my doctor would mind,” she smiles, which turns rather sheepish upon her next few words “I’m... rarely sick myself, so she’d be pleased to have something to do.” She just hoped Rise wouldn’t exactly twig that information, but the Kirijo CEO was many things and a good liar was not one of them.

[amatoribxs-deactivated20160615]

A small frown curved at her lips - as, she intertwined her fingers, slowly swaying her palms to, and fro; an act to keep herself entertained…in a way. It was boring - not doing anything, at least…the smallest movement would keep her satisfied. Usually - she would have found herself protesting the older women’s offer; but, it was too much work - too consuming.

“That’s…fine. Fine, kay. I’ll see the doctor…but, only so people won’t catch on; and, worry. I’m telling you, though! It’s  only a cold! I haven’t been sick in forever, so I’m due?”

[metropolitanempress-blog]

She probably shouldn’t be so pleased to get her way, but it was for Kujikawa’s health, not for personal gain. So Mitsuru told herself, in any case, as she thumbed in the number of her doctor after composing a quick text.

“It’s hard to gauge these things when they pop up. Sometimes illness strikes when one is greatly stressed, sometimes the body wills itself to hold together until the stress causing incident has passed until it undergoes a reconstruction of sorts. On other occasions, the illness is simply greater than the immune system can handle-- those are the causes for worry. I doubt you’ve been hanging around extremely contagious diseases, am I correct?”

[wnq-writers]

My scars won’t fade and I can’t tell if they’re evidence of healing or just painful reminders of regret.

allthesinkingships  (via wordsnquotes)

[amatoribxs-deactivated20160615]

Geez. This was exactly why she avoided the older women - it was as if she was a mind reader or something of that caliber. Truthfully, it was more then likely some mild cold that would remedy itself in due time…or, she’d get some over the counter medication. A doctor visit seemed…silly - sure, her throat hurt…and, wasn’t one hundred percent; but, that’s what cough medicine is for, right? 

“I’m not shying away! I just don’t need everyone making a big deal over it! I never said anything about it - cause I don’t need people to worry!”

[metropolitanempress-blog]

Ah, ever headstrong. Expected, and admittedly a curious charm about it all the same. The heiress smiled vaguely, shaking her head once with a barely audible chuckle.

“Mmm, I figured you’d say something along those lines.” Well, she was under oath to keep it to herself, and Mitsuru would honour every promise-- as silly as they might seem. “Nevertheless, I’m one of those types where I’ll worry either way, but I’ll avoid publicising it as you asked.”

“Let me just contact my personal physician to get to the bottom of this; I’d like you to get seen to. Can’t risk this escalating, or then people will truly worry.”

[amatoribxs-deactivated20160615]

metropolitanempress replied to your post “"I knew it.“”

Worry set in deep, her face was torn between annoyance at such secrecy as well as the vicious need to care demanding to take over. For now, she simply pursed her lips into a tight line, pondering, before answering “Yes, just… tell me what’s wrong.”

A raspy chuckle slipped from her lips, before -  she coughed quietly, attempting to clear her throat of any leftover mucus; she was fearful of any extra conversation causing her to lose her voice. Something, she really didn’t want…or, need to happen.

“Um? That’s…kinda the thing. I haven’t been to a doctor, yet. I guess - it’s just a cold?”

[metropolitanempress-blog]

“If it’s just a cold--” The sentence trailed off; inwardly her brain was two steps ahead and figuring she was just trying to suck it up and get on with things. Mitsuru would probably do the same, admittedly, happier to soldier on even when the immune system was flagging.

Of course, she wouldn’t readily admit that aloud, and this seemed to be a bit more abnormal than a mere common cold, and thus “--you wouldn’t be shying away about it.”

[metropolitanempress-blog]

I think I’ve reached the point where I should simply archive what I have and then delete this blog (or not, I seem to neglect it long enough anyway for it to appear deleted!). Too much has gone on offline that I just simply don’t have the time for this hobby, and I’ve been losing interest what with a fundamental inability to engage out of comfort zones (not out of fear but more out of mere creative laziness) as well as probably people’s diminished interest in this particular interpretation and/or my particular personality separate from this blog. Which is fine, I don’t begrudge anyone being startled by how contrary this particular presentation is to the typical character portrayal seen, or if anyone is bugged by me in particular. In any case, I feel as if I have a writing block here when the idea of plotting quite lengthy plots arises, it’s not so much fun as simply another thing to do. Various factors offline beyond my control as well as this do factor in, and I must apologise to anyone who’s wanted to plot or rp with me.

Or I could change my mind altogether, I dunno. For the moment though this is one hell of a solid hiatus I’m feeling. Chalk one up to the Mitsuru curse sure, but I think I’m in the running for one of the most longrunning Kirijo blogs here if anything. If you got me on Skype and you want to try wrangle a plot out of me I’m game to see what might be possible though, and see if I can revitalise myself a bit. I’d like to retain some creative writing drive and not completely abandon it.

[metropolitanempress-blog]

Mun is cool.

“Bufu is... ice, and that’s cool, I believe?”

[metropolitanempress-blog]

PSA

Stuff offline is Not Good at all and actually quite Dire, but I’m barely around anyway so this probably makes no difference whatsoever to anyone. Least I could do was leave this here out of courtesy so people know. I do periodically check this when I can so if anyone does want to discuss ideas or anything along those lines the askbox is open.

Either way, if you read this, thank you.

[futabasakura]

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[metropolitanempress-blog]

bold which is most applicable to your muse between the two options!

cold OR hot

envy OR lust

blunt OR tactful

dreamer OR realist

impulsive OR regimented

stubborn OR flexible

sociable OR reclusive

lazy OR hardworking

half empty OR half full

excitable OR apathetic

dependent OR independent

eloquent OR inarticulate

delusional OR realistic

dwells in the past OR looks towards the future

[creylune]

happy birthday to my princess  ✧ ✩ ✧ ✩

[metropolitanempress-blog]

REBLOG if you don’t mind other muses falling in love with your muse, even when it is unrequited.

[deadxscream]

  “I am the guardian of the Underworld…you could say it is my realm when I am not here.” Her voice is low, still cautious in case prying ears were nearby. There were times where she found it almost amusing, all that the universe had ‘granted’ her with—the ability to rule over space and time and the dead. Soldier of the Afterlife, one of her many titles, always made her feel as if she, too, was a ghost lurking in the shadows. Being of flesh and blood as she appeared now, experiencing humanity in a way she never before deemed possible …at times, she could almost forget the dark corridors from which she hailed.   

  Oddly enough, she was rarely asked about that aspect of her position from those who knew her true identity. Apprehension rose in her gut for a mere second as she did not like being asked questions she could not answer (“She knows everything,” they would whisper, but she did not hold all knowledge in her palms as they so believed). Slender fingers came to smooth the fabric of her skirt before intertwining as hands folded in her lap. She softens her gaze while looking upon the young woman, a sombre shadow having taken hold of the empress’ features.    

  “. . .I cannot guarantee an answer. I am bound by certain …rules. However, I will not refuse you the right to ask. What is it that plagues you?”

[metropolitanempress-blog]

Who would have thought that the guardian of the Underworld wasn’t a behemoth of a canine with three separate, snapping heads? Her classics tutor could be reduced to gnawing on his book out of annoyance should he ever discover this-- although perhaps he’d be a little bit too awed by the mere fact it exists in this form to do so. Mitsuru nods and acknowledges the relatively strict conditions in which she must frame her inquiry, breathing in slowly and exhaling in a bid to take the edge off of her anxious heart.

“I just...”

“I just want to know-- if my parents, wherever they may be within your realm, are proud of me.” Proud of what she’s done to reclaim good will for her father’s company, proud of how she’s grown and matured into an adult, proud of her making tough decisions and evolving because it it-- there’s countless facets she could trail into, but she won’t be greedy. Mitsuru, after all, is indeed familiar with unwary mortals asking too much of their immortal superiors.