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Kore was curled up tightly, blankets coiled around her form as sweat drenched her skin, trembling ever so slightly as if she were freezing. She coughed, giving more pain to her already tightening chest. 

“...Mama...” she muttered between shallow breaths, unable to keep herself fully conscious, but also unable to get some sound rest as her fever-induced sickness ran it’s course.

She paused as she heard a sound and half way opened her eyes to look over at the source. “...Who’s... there...?”

[sharkfinx]

◆                 “I feel a little guilty for not delivering the mission’s report early, but... Hot springs are hot springs right? I’m allowed some free time for finalizing my target early than anticipated.”  

[sharkfinx]

◆           “ I’ll be taking my obligatory vacation from Akatsuki’s missions today, please do not bother me with jobs... If you’re an Jinchuuriki, stay far away from me I can’t catch you rn. Don’t insist, I’m rescheduling every one of you till Thursday.”

[killedbyvoldemort]

         ❛      I am selfish. I am cruel.   my mate cannot be less than I.   ❜

[murgleys]

Auguste was...interesting.

Slipping away from the crew was a easier than it was in comparison to the previous islands that they had visited and for that Sylph was grateful. It was hard to decipher whether it was of her own volition or if remnant feelings from Isabella were reason for her to seek out a place to be on her lonesome. On the grandcypher it was the highest peak that she would find herself perched time and time again when it was isolation that she sought. Here, in a land blessed by a bountiful sea and swarms of people, visitors and local alike, were about in the dawn of Auguste’s infamous festival it was a small tide pool on the outskirts of the beach where the crew was helping Sierokarte.

The laughter and excited voices of the crew could be heard on the very tip of the primal’s hearing, just above the sounds of the roaring pull of the sea. Loud enough for her to keep in check just where they were when she needed to yet not so that she couldn’t ignore it and let it fade into the white noise among the waves. 

Gently tugging the lavender yukata upwards and stepping out of the geta she had been given Sylph gazed into the easing waves. Her feet didn’t exactly break the ocean’s surface, the water’s chill just grazing every so often with the beat of her wings.  There was a tug, a sense of kinship found in peering into the blue hue, peering beyond her own reflection. Enough of a tug that left the fae like primal leaning ever so closer towards falling into the sea entirely.

[thelxsttxdd-blog]

Thomas’s breathing was steady, as he gazed up at the stars. It wasn’t often that he convinced someone to come with him, on nights like that one. He was laying in the park, and the person next to him was silent at that moment. He glanced over at the other, before trailing his eyes back to the sky. 

“I like the stars, y’know. They’re so poetic. Somehow, they can be billions of miles away, and still capture the eye of anyone that glances their way. It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

[thelxsttxdd-blog]

Thomas didn’t even understand how he got himself into all of these dangerous situations. On that particular evening, he had the barrel of a gun pressed to his head. He took a deep breath, but he didn’t dare move any more than that. 

He couldn’t see the face of his attacker, but he could hear. Whoever it was sounded shaky, almost like he hadn’t thought what he was about to do all the way through. Thomas was about to start convincing him to put the gun down, when he heard a distinct whisp behind him. That made at least two people. He had no clue about the intentions of the second, but the person with the gun to his head’s intentions were clear. “Just tell me what you want, and please don’t shoot.”