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[originalheir-blog]

She felt sick to her stomach. Misao didn't have the energy to keep with this anymore. She wanted to cry but she had to muster some courage to see him again. He would be mad, vivid with her but she already made up her mind. She wanted to be with Sho. With a bag filled with her personal items and clothes, bruise and scratches on her limbs from the travel. She was here, "...Tadaima."

                     She could never make up her mind. She could never decide what she wanted and that infuriated him. And this last time, she had expressed how she had chosen to be with him over his brother, only to up and disappear entirely. Sho was supposed to be the one that no one trusted, and yet, Misao had been the one to prove to be the most untrustworthy. He would not believe her now. He could not believe her now. That is, of course, until she proved herself. Until that time came, he would metaphorically hold her at arms length. He was too livid to do otherwise.

                    Sliding the door open, but blocking the entrance itself, the demon would finally confront the woman who had left him nearly a year ago. As his icey gaze pierced through her visage as though she were made up of nothing butpaper, he dared not speak. The fear of absolutely losing it and allowing his rage to overcome him looming over his head like a cloud. Instead, he would simply stand there; refusing to move even but an inch. How dare she? How DARE she play him for a fool? If Misao expected to be welcomed with open arms, she was sadly mistaken.

[mercedesbenzodiazepine]

I’m too fucking pretty for like…everything really

[fierytutumoved-blog]

               ❛ AM I DISTURBING YOU? Oh you poor thing, ❜ Koan sneered and then cleared her throat. ❛ Are you the one called Sho Usui? ❜

[originalheir-blog]

     “Yes-- You are. Though, who wouldn’t be       distracted by such a garish appearance?”

                 His gaze would pierce through her visage, clearly NOT impressed.

                                                        “I am.”

[ofgemstones]

Tch– The nerve on this man.

        “So what?? You would rather sit there and do nothing while a war happens before your eyes? If you have as much power as you claim, you should use it! Not hide away like some scared animal.”

[originalheir-blog]

     “Hide? No, you misunderstand-- I am not hiding.       On the contrary. This battle does not involve me.       In fact, it does not involve any of my allies either.       Why should I not allow them to go at it and, over       time, eradicate themselves completely? Would       that not be the wisest choice?”

                 Sho was a smart man. He knew what he was doing by not getting involved with the whole ordeal. One allows their potential enemies to work themselves into a somewhat weakened state and then, once they became distracted, a much stronger force would swoop in and take over. Sometimes, waiting in the shadows was what worked the best.

[volklivd-deactivated20170212]

‘ Oh I just LOVE! smartasses, they seem to have so little to say in the end though,  Ironic honestly. ‘

[originalheir-blog]

        “The same cannot be said for you, unfortunately          enough. I would much rather use sarcasm than          suffer through your asinine, hour long tale again.”

[originalheir-blog]

Tell us one of your fondest memory of Misao?

                  They were still children at the time. Misao a couple years younger than himself, but still children all the same. Sitting beneath the shade of a tree, physics book in hand, the young tengu did watch her. Her carefree movements and generally happy demeanor shining through everything she did like a ray of sunshine. But Sho dared not disturb her in that moment; as she was far more interested in picking flowers and chasing stray butterflies than she was in him and his studies. In fact, the only interact the two had during that somewhat pure moment was when Misao gave the other a bit of a smile and a wave upon initially noticing him. In truth, there really wasn’t anything overly exciting that made this afternoon so memorable, nor was Sho even entirely sure why he cherished it so fondly. But, regardless, that one short afternoon involving watching Misao playing with flowers, random insects, and simply enjoying herself rather than paying attention to his studies was one of many memories involving her that had managed to stick with him.

              “–None of them are particularly fond, I’m afraid.”

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[originalheir-blog]

slaps sho's ass tbh

                A look of horror suddenly became adorned by the demon’s features; a great deal of the remaining color in his face draining. Feeling an emotion that could only be described as shock and disgust, the King quickly made his stormed off in the opposite direction; silently hoping that the other would choose not to follow.

[originalheir-blog]

How is Musso doing ?

     “I know no one by such a name, so I      cannot exactly say how they happen      to be doing, now can I?”

[originalheir-blog]

what do you think of misao's crying?

        ”I find it to be quite bothersome.”

                    There was  rarely ever a point in time where Misao had not broke down into tears. It was a constant occurance. If she happened to be tired, hungry, confused, sad, flustered, or even joyful and happy, she cried. One would have thought that those around her would have accepted it by now, or at least gotten used to it, but no. Sho might have believed that he loved Misao, but he had absolutely no idea what to do with her whilst tears flowed down her cheeks. He could not even deal with crying himself, so how was he supposed to deal with the crying of others? Really, he thought it best to just avoid such a thing all together.

                                                                       “It is unfortunate that she cannot                                                                         control her emotions just a little                                                                         better.”

[newlabours]

[originalheir-blog]

@niixya

    “Oh no, do continue! It isn’t as though I have mounds      of paperwork to finish, texts to translate, or a meeting      to attend to. Please, continue to drawl and waste my      time.”

[originalheir-blog]

@oriigo

      “And this involves me-- How, exactly?        Why should I waste my time and energy        on such a thing?”

[originalheir-blog]

@fireytutu

    “And here I thought that I might      have been able to achieve a bit      of peace and quiet-- How silly      of me.”

[originalheir-blog]

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[originalheir-blog]

What do you feel when you look at Misao?

                 There was a tightness within his chest— Constricting; forever binding his heart and leaving him wanting. Her mere visage was enough to stir such a greedy feeling within himself and make his heart skip a beat. Though her emotions were a bit much, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Sho wanted nothing more than to live the rest of his life with Misao at his side— Which nearly happened until he wiped her memory clean. For Misao had once been promised to him— She was meant to be his. But due to her not being able to remember that it was in fact he who she had made her fateful and not his brother. So rather than become his bride, she became Kyo’s instead. So that tightness that he felt in his chest, while it brought along some pleasant feelings, became rather bittersweet. He could see her, he could love her from afar, but she could never be his completely.

                  Without Misao, he was to die alone. Which, unfortunately, was to be sooner than he had originally expected. The tengu’s body was deteriorating at an alarming rate— While Misao’s blood provided him with a bit of relief and slowed the process down, he began to need more and more of it just to be able to make it through the day. Eventually, he would need to simply give up. He was to die away from home, in pain, and alone. Whether Misao even cared, however, remained a mystery. Though, really, why would she care? He was not his brother.

                                                                  “—I feel nothing.”