* yasu. reminder that eun - ji is beautiful
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@solmyth
* yasu. reminder that eun - ji is beautiful
' kane-san has died. '
It is cruel ; the wind cuts like a knife & the bones in the legs , keeping him upright , shatter , all of his weight slams down onto knees & pain strikes throughout. The breath hitches & fear ruins the skin , digging within eyes seeming to become grey with every passing second ; the world he has known , it shatters in on itself & into the depths of the abyss he collapses , onward , forevermore , there is no place left to catch his fall. Trembling finger tips grasp hold of golden colored earrings , of ruby studs , everything is fading away.
Tears do not fall , they simply will not come , they will not bring him any sense of relief from the stifled of the pain in his lungs ; his teeth do not cut through lips pink , only imprint , the copper taste resides continuously behind a thin armor. Shaking hands shatter into the lap , he hasn’t the strength. He is vacant , empty , dead , those eyes that had glittered were being dyed with a horrible , ugly grey.
Nearly three hundred years of loneliness , floating at the bottom of an empty ocean , the depth coated him & ravaged at the edges of his sanity ; he called the name of a partner that seem as though would never answer him. He called for the master he had known , for the master he watched die twice. It was empty , everything about him was empty like his heart was not there. That feeling , of endless drowning , came rushing back , the depths pulling him under.
Why is he so tired ?
Dusted dull eyes gaze to the prepared futon , that which he had sat out for that man to rest upon once he returned. He was suppose to return. The room was spotless , snacks placed on a table for him to eat before dinner was prepared , books laid out talking of different matters in training the body to withstand harsher winds ; what a hopeful room it appeared to be. He didn’t return. He lied.
Thin frame trembles & pales , horror crouches & devours his breath ; everything he had is gone again & he feels all alone. He wonders if he’s selfish ; everyone else has lost someone too & yet , while they keep themselves together , he’s becoming nothing but a broken blade.
Eyes to the heavens , they say & that is where he looks , the azure sky reminds him of those eyes he will miss. He can’t find his broken pieces. Trembling voice , barely above a whisper , barely able to contain all that sadness rotting within him. He smells like death.
❛ Kane - san . . . what am I suppose to do ? ❜
from a meme i’m too lazy to grab right now.
@cyprean
* yasu. i’m gonna give eun - ji her own blog so look forward to that. also i’m sorry i’m so painfully slow , blame kenji
* yasu. apologies for being so slow on activity as of late , currently i’m working from 1 to 6 am & going to class from 8 to 11 - 12 , thus i have been very busy & unable to write , in my free time i’ve been focusing mainly on Kenji , my main muse , whom you can find here @defeatrain ! again , i’m so sorry but , after some resting tomorrow & friday i should be able to get some replies in
".....has died." finish it in my ask.
the girl standing in the blush of dawn
* believinghxpe , sora.
❛ / ⊰ ✬ ⊱ — &&. ❜
He was slightly surprised. Holding a grown man like this with ease ? An angel , no less ! Both impressed and in her debt , he wraps his arms around her neck tightly , but not too much in fear he might accidentally choke ! her. Swiftly , he’d turn his head around them to make sure no more demons would come his way. The last thing he wanted was for a stranger to get INVOLVED in this war. No one else deserved such a fate as their’s.
Sora attempts to ( shake ! ) his exhaustion away from his conscious , trying to stay awake long enough to answer whatever inquiries she had for him.
“ M - My name…. I’m Sora…. Sora Kiyoshi….”
❛ That’s . . . a very lovely name . . . Please rest , Sora. Though it may seem untrustworthy coming from a stranger , after all , know I will protect you. ❜
Laughter is gentle , the way it blooms from her throat like it was made for her to have always , like flowers in an early spring , blooming without ceasing ; the tightening of his arms , they bring not even a flinch to the body but with every movement , she can almost map what he is doing ────── even with all of his suffering , he still intends to try & protect a mere stranger. An honorable & good man he is , that is what she believes the wind is whispering with every taken step ; with the wind leaving behind whispers , her thoughts fill with one thing , a prayer to protect him.
* univentorem , ?
|| @solmyth plotted:
Whilst eating his dinner (apparently put as a custom order because he had so many ingredients taken out of the dish, something chefs never liked) Ayden was sketching on his tablet, attempting to create new designs for a new series of knives (he wanted to try Persian styled ones, otherwise called Jambiya, he believed).
When he was addressed, Ayden looked up surprised, focus disrupted, but he never minded as immediately after a bright smile appeared.
“How can I help you, miss?”
The scent echoes for her , the smell of the blood coursing through veins ever tightly knitted , protected by skin , armor over the precious gift held inside ; perhaps , it is ever cliché for a vampire’s first thought to be that of the blood but a noble’s nose does not lie , this man tainted & strong , his blood lines with so much but it courses yet , the living life , she is glad to see a living life !
Grey greens soften towards him , a smile among roses red on lips pale ; finger tips tighten around the cup’s handle , that which clanks quietly against the coaster. There is no hesitation to be found in the blood.
❛ May I have this seat ? It appears every where else is full. My apologies if I have disturbed you in any way ! ❜
* yasu. slow ? more like , that’s my middle name
he tilted his head and blinked twice at her direction. the hum in his throat came first before the question: ' what was that language? where did it came from? ' ( to sao !! )
❛ It is a nameless language of the other world , dear Othello !! One that has existed long before earth , before the portals to guide those with magic in the blood here , before the dawn of day or the depth of night , in a place endlessly beautiful. It is a language spoken by those of Gods & Goddesses blood , those seeking life potions & curses for death , the foolish & wondrous !! I , myself , am the foolish who became determined to learn their language so that I may understand the places to which Titania orders me to travel. ❜
Tuatha Dé Danann , the name of the holy place. It trembles in the blood , with every spoken word of their people ; a thousand years of curses , a million years of begging to save , a billion years determined to destroy , a trillion years determined to protect. A place where war gallops upon horses hooves , where blood splatters & blades rip apart the soul , where peace reigns & the good laugh , a place ever similar to the core of earth.
The legs cross & the arms shift to unfold , stretched ever out to the fellow before the lady ; teal taints the forest eyes , the veins in the body shift , blood tears , finger tips rip & flesh unfolds without the need of a blade , a brilliant red spills from the place a deep crimson belonged , along the skin words unreadable , shapes comparable to that of a forgotten language paint the skin , flowing in the manner of a passing sign. Departing the skin , it paints the wind before the two , finally at a standstill , as if awaiting to be read.
❛ Because of the honesty in their people , they use the blood to speak , for regardless the life the blood does not lie. It’s a bit difficult in terms of reading but , the words I have written are to say hello & thank you for your curiosity. Though , dear Othello , I don’t recommend learning this language , it’s quite painful. ❜
@reapsickle
・゚ ― ✯ cyprean.
❛ I — I’M terribly sorry !! ❜ AMBER EYES WERE so wide like the early dusk sun, twinkling with regret and surprise. he turned sharply, causing darken earthen strands to cascade over his shoulder. ❛ I HOPE i didn’t hurt you … were you startled ?? ❜ @solmyth // horikawa .
Surprise stains , the twitching of finger tips ; eyes azure , the ocean deep , paints a light picture of shock ever within them , arms folding tighter about the sheets of white , the clothing in his arms , overflowing , barely was he able to see over them. The familiar & kind tone rings a sort of calmness in the body , as he hovers on bent feet ; a giggle comes effortlessly , a smile along the lips.
❛ You don’t need to apologize , Taroutachi !! I should of watched more closely , it’s just . . . Kane-san’s futon is so big & to have it added on top of all this , my vision was obstructed !! ❜
・゚ ― ✯ believinghxpe.
❛ / ⊰ ✬ ⊱ — &&. ❜
He stiffens lightly against the cloak that folds around his body. He blinks , his headache ( worsening ! ) as time passes. But her comfort and assistance brings him a sense of — — — ease ! to him. Demons could still be nearby , yet she chooses to stay with him ? As good and kind - hearted as the intention may be , she would be the FIRST to perish in a war such as this. No mercy is brought upon even the most purest of hearts , unfortunately.
Sora knew that if he retorts , she’ll only continue to persist. He sighs , exhausted and body sore. He does as he’s told ; bringing his arms up until he was now resting upon her back. ‘ was he not heavy ?
“ …..thank you , kindly. I apologize if I may be too heavy. ”
To her , he feels weightless ; for the boiling blood carries inhuman strength , strength of the dragon which rests in her body , deforming it. Scale - painted hands grasp hold of the legs , pulling him up just a bit to adjust as she brings herself to stand upright once again. His words , they nearly surprise her , long has it been since she heard gratitude , long has it been since she heard someone speak in that manner ────── the last being that young child , who held her hand as his soul left for heaven , gratitude & more emotion echoing from the throat , he who gave her the name.
Lips pull into a kind smile , eyes alight with warmth ; footsteps bring her forward again the path , ever carefully , slowly so , they turn into small dashes , down the path she goes , a speed almost no longer fitting the only somewhat human appearance ; carefully watching each step to make certain he can hang on.
❛ To be frank , you’re weightless to me !! May I have your name , stranger ? ❜
* yasu. my motivation to write has returned ( thanks to the angel muse known as kenji miyazawa ) & i’ll be working on replies asap !! thank you for dealing with my slow self
・゚ ― ✯ albamagus.
@solmyth || closed starter.
❝ SAOIRSE ! ❞ Perhaps a bit too eagerly, he found himself hurrying to approach to her side the moment he laid eyes upon his familiar friend.
Given that their homes were so far apart from one another, he never expected to encounter her that often and let alone right near his home. Once they were at a comfortable distance, he wasted no time in grasping her hands, firmly within his own and he squeezed, clearly ecstatic to see her again. He was practically bouncing on his spot once they met face-to-face. He truthfully didn’t have a wide network of friends since most of them consisted of otherworldly acquaintances, mages, sorcerers – and even those who visited as frequent customers. It was difficult for him to actually maintain a friendship but even through the mountains of acquaintances, he would consider Saoirse a friend no matter how much time had passed. After all, they both made that decision together.
❝ I never expected to meet you here ! What are you doing all the way in England ? You don’t happen to be visiting someone, are you ? Oh ! You should come in for tea – well, if you have time. My home isn’t too far from here so please, come by. It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you !❞ He was honestly resisting the temptation to tug her into a tight embrace but he was going to restrain himself for now since it would be rude to be so overly affectionate.
Surprised be the blood , when the voice that called her name echoed within the ears , finger tips tremble & the heart hastens to quicken the pace with joy ; the joy she so wanted to listen to once again. His hands embrace her own , his form ecstatic , those eyes as lovely as flowers blooming with joy ; she cannot help her smile , there is a kind of magic in it , the way lips painted in pinks pull into such a gentle smile , gaze adorned in a shining adoration for him.
She hears him speak , the words bury in her mind & yet , too distracted is she to answer at the moment , for the heart yells embrace him. Boots dig slightly against the ground as she pushes herself forward with force , slender arms embracing the figure of the beloved companion , face burying against the chest , laughter spills like a warming song ; joyous , oh how joyous she is. She clings to him with much might of her petite frame , giggling against him. He is warm , alive & well , just as days gone by ; the basket in her hands tumbles to the ground as she takes fist fulls of fabrics & holds tightly , desiring not for the moment to fade into the wind.
❛ I’ve missed you so much , Alden !! ❜ , she exclaims , clovers blooming about the area. ❛ It’s so nice to see you again !! Let’s go have that tea !! ❜
* yasu. muses that i’ve added but , haven’t yet made an dossier for lmao :
horikawa kunihiro ( touken ranbu , tied heavily into katsugeki touken ranbu )
kousetsu samonji ( touken ranbu , tied heavily into katsugeki touken ranbu )
muses , i’ll possibly add :
yagen toushirou ( touken ranbu , tied heavily into katsugeki touken ranbu )
tonbokiri ( touken ranbu , tied heavily into katsugeki touken ranbu )
* yasu. someday , i’ll stop being lazy & get to replies
* yasu. saoirse is a Mood