Major General Hīragi Shin'ya

「柊 深夜, Hīragi Shin'ya」 Indie Owari no Seraph Blog Semi-Private & Selective Spoilers will be present!

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do u kno the source to the icon u just used :O ?

[ The one in Mika-mun’s asked I just answered? I did a quick search on SauceNao to backtrack and get the right pixiv artist who drew it, it’s this one! I just adjusted the colors via Brightness/Color Balance and I think Curves on PS.  ]

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Happy birthday Aya~!!!

ooc: Thank you so much!! Sorry for replying to this late. Makes me happy that you sent me this, hope you’re doing well!!! -gives you all the hugs and pets- <3 I’ll make sure to bug your Mika with this beautiful sniper more often~

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     Moments to grab a respite from the heat of battle were rare as of late and there was no denying the burning fact that Guren was exhausted, pushing himself past what were the normal limits for anyone in his position. But still he continued, determined to keep those that he cared about safe. He already had too much blood on his hands, the last thing that he particularly wanted was to be faced with even more. The sound of the office door opening, disturbing him from his self imposed thoughts within an instant as he saw Shinya enter the room.

                              “Please don’t tell me that’s more reports to do. I’ll tell Kureto where he can shove them.”

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   “You know I’d gladly pay to see that happen,” Of course, without casualties of any sort to occur. With all consideration this is Kureto being referred to who is more than capable of means shown in consequences. “Your lucky day, I’m not his messenger today to deliver any reports~” a chirp, though he knew it’d do little to actually lessen the stress upon the namanari. “I think he has someone else to do it today, so if you’d rather actually eat lunch before it arrives here, then you better get up and follow me~” And many still rather at loss as to how the sniper is capable of evading physical harm from the male --- aside from the fact he is stuck with the family name many cowers at. 

    “Want to bet if we’re actually having some decent curry today?”

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“Are you not serving me, though?” Kureto quirked a brow and listened to the male as he kept speaking, talking about how death is inevitable and how there were no gods among them. It was true. Even Kureto had to recognize it. Despite his superior strength, he wouldn’t go as far as to call himself a god. He was just as mortal as the next and would eventually fall on the battlefield. All he could do was to try and delay that eventuality by being stronger  and better. 

“Of course you do. I don’t know why though, it’s not like I really showed you the same.” Tonight was not a first but compliments were really seldom given to the adopted son. “Did you come to my office for a particular reason? Or did you just want to know why I questioned your smile?”

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“Of course, of course I am~” With very, very little choice. It’s a dangerous dance to even feign doubt towards the elder Hiragii’s position of command. Nor, even elicit a sense of yearning or want for anything within the household who has never regarded him of any importance. In fact….his usefulness may have expired many, many years ago yet he is retained for their amusement. Either way, he did not expect anything less considering the father who reigns over the families. Kureto at least maybe a slight more favorable to work alongside with.

“I have my reasons, I wouldn’t want to upset you for wasting your time. It just seemed we went off-topic,” Again and again he hides all emotions behind his smile. He hides fear; he hides yearning. Those emotions urged to be dead once in the presence of the man as he provided the clean folder full of the documents he’d been tasked to review and sign. “Clearances for ammunition and supplies, though I noticed the numbers have dropped a bit more after the last deployment – concerning, because the speed of production has decreased. The last attacks happened too close to where they are being held ---.”

Even a man whose blood did not originate from the tyrannical Hiragii can have some uses and commit with efficiency.

He presented the folder, open to display the reports he’s neatly compiled.

“Shouldn’t we have other alternatives if this continue on further?” a quiet question. But it isn’t derive with concern for people’s safety ----.

It comes from his curiosity as to what this man intended to do about this war aside from simply obeying their father’s orders.

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continuation for @kuretsuri

Though who actually had the sense to fear the lieutenant colonel wouldn’t dare linger about in time to greet the man who usually awakens in a rather grouchy mood. However, the sniper is very accustomed and perhaps daring per say, to not care about such things. What only mattered was the fact that years of friendship has been cemented between them. The sudden turn and development of trust that neither anticipated. Once, the adopted Hiragii perhaps almost harbored a sense of loathing towards him --- such emotions long gone and replaced by many others.

Masked by his smile, though only a handful, including Guren, could possibly know about them.

“Hahaha~” chuckle to chime breathlessly, with that allusion of tease to come. “Quite certain you were, with how loud your snores are. Louder than usual maybe~” And it did arrive. Relentless, but it seemed to be more emphasized with the more serious demeanor of his comrade. Despite the playful antics, Shinya is very, very aware something is occurring within that complex mind of the Ichinose. “Really, it seemed you were actually able to sleep for once,” a very, very soft murmur meant only for Guren’s ears.

Even in each other’s company, they weren’t entirely safe for people who’d gladly see them dead could be nearby. Human or vampire.

Both Shinya perhaps carried a disdain towards, but humans more of an exception considering the number of trustyworthy individuals who exist.

Hum to ensue, slender jawline to be propped along the gloved palm as he abided the invitation – though ironically, he’d intrude either way – to seat himself upon the chair across the male.

“My~ A wondrous blessing that I don’t have that much time on my hands~” Though they knew better. Even if he is the one with the lowest ranking amongst the Hiragii children, he still carries responsibilities. Along with it is his initiative to do as he wished, including visiting Guren. Of course, without any intention of droning on about work. They’re swamped with it as it is.

“And to find you in a better mood,” anything to elicit a response from the other. Though truthfully, he meant no harm. Not at all. Never could he bring himself to betray the trust he’s earned from the male. Most of all, never would he allow the Hiragii family to indulge more into their sickening habit of torturing those deemed lowly beings. In fact, he too is rather disgusted at the fact he bears their name.

“Let’s see, you have less eyebags, I guess your skin complexion is improving?” he did say ‘humor’. Or perhaps he’s stalling from the need to address any pressing matters. Especially with the distant view of the end goal wherein they will be able to put an end to this torturous war. He intended to see to it as he fights by Guren’s side.

“But really, have you been able to rest?” concern pressed into those words, utmost subtle. Such tender emotions, even a niche of them is deemed as a weakness due to the family name he bears. The masked smile unveiling itself only towards those who have undoubtedly accepted him.

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It’d been a long day, usually the royal palace wouldn’t be even nearly as crowded as this, but a meeting with the higher ups had taken place and well… it meant several nobles from the surrounding areas just happened to be in town, which meant they’d brought their own personal pets, and the lesser ranked nobles that served them, meaning well… it was packed. And Mikaela had always found crowded places to be awfully stressful. Even after learning how to control his senses, learning how to keep himself to himself without having said senses overpowered by everything around him.

Heart beats, scents, hormones, emotions everything that sent young vampires into a frenzy which usually ended their link to their past humanity, it was either remove themselves from that state or… lose themselves completely. Not every new vampire made the starting line-up. Some just couldn’t stand it.

It was still uncomfortable though, all those vampires in one place, mixed in with humans of both no rank and high rank, a couple of higher ranking Hiragii included in the meeting, it was… nothing special just a bi-monthly update on goings on in areas around the world. Even Urd had made an appearance, Saito not so much, nobody had seen him in years, Mikaela had really only heard of him. But Urd was there, with his little midget carry on, Lest Karr. The not so young man who’d been absolutely essential to making the final draft of the treaty work as well as it had done. He’d been the one to add in the free will for humanity, to add in the choices.

Mikaela didn’t even need to be there, Ferid had simply demanded he attend without prior warning or reason and honestly why argue with the 7th progenitor when you could just let him have his way and avoid the ear ache.

He made his way out early anyway, he knew the gist of it, things were normal, everything was fine, humans were doing human stuff, all was good. He did not need to be there.

                                                                « Excuse me »

Oh for heaven’s sake, Mikaela just wanted to get back to his wing in the palace, just wanted to lay down, possibly get a quick snack, maybe a bubble bath of course tug his pet in with him because where else would he be while Mikaela did all of that? Mikaela genuinely just wanted to relax with his little pet, Yuu, hopefully he’d be awake. Still not quite used to the constant touches, the exertion, the stamina of a Vampire was something to be marvelled at if one where honest, Mikaela was honestly thrilled that the boy could keep up at all.

A turn of his head however proved to be beneficial, as his mood instantly brightened a fraction given just who was addressing him, Shinya Hiragii, one of the two nicer Hiragii by far, and out of those two, one of the most preferable to be around.

Shinoa was a dipshit no matter which way you looked at it.

“Yes-yes I know who you are, please… just Mikaela is fine” turning to face him with a warm smile growing on his lips, ruby hues softening to match. Though he’d never directly spoken to the man, Mikaela had always given him a smile should they pass in the hall, it was no secret that he was one of the best Hiragii, Mikaela didn’t know a vampire who didn’t know that. “The meeting is not yet over if you’re waiting for your brother” why else would he be lurking outside the meeting hall like this? Kureto was inside, Kureto and Seishirou to be exact. 

Mikaela was honestly surprised Shinya wasn’t inside.

        It’s taken the immense amount of tolerance, in order to accumulate enough strength for his mask to take place that any of the Hiragii who have streamed from the meeting could not faze him with their demeaning stares and thoughts. Little care the adopted Hiragii held for them, at the moment, as he has personal business to attend to. To his delight and surprise, the blond did not seem to abhor his sudden approach. As even with the pact in place, some still love to make it known of the humans’ place. The disdain for the literally, blood-sucking beings bubbled up within him. An assortment of reasons as to why he detests them, but the unexpected warmth in the greeting caught him offguard ---.

       Perhaps there’s a good gem among the sea of predators.

       Perhaps…..

       The smile to arise from the sniper is at least receptive to whatever kindness Mikaela can provide him with. Though, not expected as he’s been raised amongst people who have killed their emotions or allowed their hearts to turn near to black. Even when they’ve exchanged a polite greetings through nods, but he always thought such things are meant purely for appearances. Either way, he does not delay in proceeding with their conversation --- a chuckle to ensue at the assumption he was seeking for any of his – as much as he knew he isn’t welcomed – family.

     “Ah, no--- in fact, it’s you I was hoping to have a few moments with,” Of course, not meant to offer himself though explicitly stated in the pact he is one of those not to be touched. With the brush of fingertips over the black uniform, showing keen interest indeed to speak with the vampire. “I definitely don’t intend to take too much of your time, I just have some concerns regarding something that has come to my attention.” With silent insistence that this conversation has to take place.

     “Care for a walk?” With the ulterior motive to be as far from the Hiragiis as possible, considering it’ll be a certain man who is openly and widely detested by those who have given Shinya his family name. As always, Shinya would be criticized, reprimanded and lectured  --- but he wouldn’t falter as he felt he is the one in the right this time. With full knowledge of the cards they, the humans, at least still have up their sleeves. With the nod, as he led with the first steps to a leisure stroll down the corridor where tall columns stood. Many others were either preoccupied with meetings of their own, assigned tasks or rest periods.

     “Mikaela-san, you’re very familiar with a boy named Yuu, am I right?”

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Can you reblog if you don't mind me coming into your ask ic, even if we've got a thread?

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  [ ooc: I still have Shinya muse........but it’s been far too long since I’ve been active here. ]

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     Taking the opportunity to indulge himself in moments such as this wasn’t something that Guren often had the chance or even the time to do. Constantly being weighted down by mountains of paperwork, being sent upon missions that he possibly may not return from with the threat of death looming over his shoulder, even the weight of his own mind was difficult to contend with. So when he was able to take the chance of spending some time with Shinya he was more than happy to do so. The relationship that had formed between them over time was not something that the namanari was able to define completely. Indulging themselves in each other had become a normalcy that Guren had slowly gotten used to. Letting anyone in through the walls he had attempted to put up around himself wasn’t something that came easy to him, but thankfully, he had the distinct feeling that Shinya understood this completely. After all, they had been friends for so long. Sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder if Shinya actually knew him better than he knew himself.

     Admittedly, the  scotch he had already consumed had defintiely loosened him up, allowed Guren to act impulsively without a fear of the possible consequences. Not that he particularly considered the consequences too much beforehand. The grin spread across his lips within an instant, despite his obvious awkwardness at times. No matter how stoic and hard headed the lieutenant colonel often attempted to appear in the face of others, deep down he was still just awkward and inexperienced when it came to matters of the heart.

                           "Heh, you wish, you’re still as annoying as ever. Hm, maybe it’s a combination of both. The ambiance and the alcohol. It’s relaxing don’t you think?“

     Despite the obvious sarcasm that laced his words as per usual, the honesty behind them was always still there. There was no denying the fact that he enjoyed spending his free time with Shinya, someone who understood him so well. The ambiance of their surroundings was definitely having an effect on the namanari, something that he would never have expected to happen in the slightest, prompting him to plant the soft kiss upon the other males lips. Kissing Shinya was never something that he would detest, especially since the enjoyment seemed to be reciprocated which was always a rather nice feeling.

                     "You know you should always expect the unexpected when it comes to me, I thought you would have realised that by now, Shinya.”

     Words were spoken with a glint in those violet hues as Guren lifted his glass, taking a long sip of the warming alcohol as he glanced in Shinya’s direction once more.

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  To unwind, to feel --- normal for once perhaps. 

   A yearning that he had always pondered to be one of those that is shared between them since the years of their younger lives. The adopted Hiragii has had to endure immeasurable pressure and scorn. To be with his friends --- those he’d do anything to protect despite the negative favor he’s already earned. He is willing to sink this far for the namanari.

   “Huuuhh~ Annoying you say, but truly you do like to indulge in me every so often,” though it was more of the Hiragii sniper doing as he pleases, the one to sought out the namanari despite all the odds. In fact, he supposed this is a blessing they’re able to remain side by side, along with their friends though he knew this war is far, far from over. However -- he purposely becomes selfish for the namanari’s company, but oh no, he will not abandon this teasing behavior as he wanted to see how much more Guren will say and do with the scotch having loosened him up to a considerable degree. 

  Which he will indulge indeed.

   “True, you always exceeded my expectations even when we first met. You knew how to take people by surprise --- quite a charming trait I can say about you,” to be generous with a compliment. “You always like to say other things to cover up the truth, but -- it was all for the benefit of others.” The sniper does revel in the fact he’s come to know so much of the namanari moreso than many others, derived from such sheer determination to ensure ill omens do not befall upon him -- to not lose someone who is actually deemed trustworthy in his entire life. 

    Hands had already abandoned those white, worn gloves as they reached out to slide over the male’s jaw. Scent of scotch stronger after the second drink and with his own charming smile -- though this time so free of any deceit --and lured the male in close, but the lips were not the target. Instead, the sniper’s lips brushed over the ear with a warm breath. Cerulean eyes that never strayed far from the violet hues --- always, he has been looking straight into them. “So, you aren’t always a lazy one...”

     “I suppose the greatest thing you’ve surprised me the most .... is how you can be gentle even with your kisses.”

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honestly being tagged in things makes me so happy because it’s like?? ? you think of me?? ? you remember me?? ? i don’t even remember me sometimes

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     Vile is the taste of b e t r a y a l  ----  heavily muddled with the confusion and the shock that bears refusal to fade ever since that fateful day. When the man ( he once loathed, he once envied ) stood amidst the fire and bloodshed with evident resolve to walk the chaotic path. The very one they believed to be fighting against. All his life, it’d been nothing but fighting, conflict, power and struggles, but he persevered despite the stain of nuisance branded into his very existence the moment he survived a cycle of deaths to bear a tyrannical name.

      It’s another name that gave him reason to live, reason to --- walk and act. Now, that name burns against his soul with friction; drastically clashing with all emotions that have welled within. The darkness of the cell only proved to further feed into the negativity and bile that curdles within his soul. Spiraling further down into a state of remorse and abhorrence, though he still demands and seeks for his presence. For answers ---.

      Yet, hesitation thrives due to the fear of what he has been lamenting all these years. That another dark soul is what pulls the strings and manipulates the entire situation to this day, but he cannot ascertain exactly. But....

       All odds leans into the possibility that he may have to shed the blood of someone he thought he could trust. Such realization envelops him with that coldness he’s normally practiced upon others only, but it’s what he had been trained to utilize with perfection ever since he was sold to a cruel, disastrous fate. 

        Ah --- or perhaps, this is indeed the fate of humanity. 

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in the middle of the night, person B has a nightmare about person A and bursts into wakefulness, gasping and frantic, waking A in the process. A asks what’s wrong, but all they can get out of B is “I love you” repeated over and over in desperation. A pulls their lover close, kissing their forehead and jaw and neck, whispering soothing words until B calms enough to tell them what happened.

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You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not your “friend.” I’m your superior. The guy you owe your life to. Your surrogate father. Put all those together and I’m practically a god to you. You can even call me “Papa” if you want.

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cont’d from here   | @vermiculuslotos

 It’s not an uncommon fact that the Hiragi sniper will be found most likely in the company of the namanari. In spite of all rumors and trash talk that stains across the male’s image, the silver-haired man is never swayed into wavering from his loyalty to him. Even when he is privileged to all luxuries and forms of comfort due to his familial status ( that he still loathes and scorns ), he chooses to seek solace in the company of one considered as low-breed.

  As darkness and electricity shortage engulfed the entire camp, he still would rather be here than anywhere else. Quite the exceptional timing he had, to see Guren free and of course indulging in the perfect excuse to neglect work.

   Quite the cozy scene with them across the couch, scotch poured out between them. “You’re lucky you’re able to hide these from the others,” teased the sniper. Aware he is though, how precious even liquor is within these parts. Barren most places and cities are with strict protocol and supervision over rations and supplies. Yet, it’s shared even to the ever sly, and playful sniper who smirks as he too shares a toast and drink of the strong, amber taste.

   “Romantic~” chimes, but the scent of teasing is perhaps lighter than before. After all, it’s a mutual exchange of — comfort and trust between them. A brand across their ‘relationship’, though they started with a very, rocky and complicated introduction. Yet, such flames have long been quenched. This rare expression of trust and — something else, perhaps more dangerous while ardous paints across the faces, even amidst the shadows played from the candelight. “For once, no one nagging or breathing down our necks for more paperwork when —.”

   Interrupted, which wouldn’t be a surprise if it was Guren but, the manner of such is different. Widened the blue hues when the grip along his chin is actually gentle, coaxing and all the more wondrous when the pair of firm lips contoured along his own. Easily, does he submit, while the sliver of smirk remained traced along his mouth as he didn’t pull nor push away when the other spoke. They have — grown to embrace this, even without placing into words or a label as to what they have between them. Oh, the irony of how far they’ve come, despite what had occurred between them, meant to be strain —.

  “This is quite adorable — unexpected for you to be a sap,” he will emphasize, Guren lead himself into that. “Is this how you are after a drink or, the ambience does have an effect on you?” Positioned close, elbow aligned across the head of the sofa with a cheek upon loosely curled knuckles. “Finally seeing the true charm of spending time with me~?"

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“Never enough sleep. There’s not enough coffee in the world.”

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   “Ara, ara --- too much caffeine may be the cause of you incredibly grumpy,” a mere tease he delivered. Though it is distinct how resources are horribly limited --- especially to those who are deemed lower than the top honchos. “I still have some beans at my office if you’re that in need of your fix~” Though either way, he’d gift the namanari the coffee.