A quiet evening of just the three of them. Her two housemates retreating to the back to attend to their own evening tasks, Mukuro didn’t go to look; after offering to clean the kitchen post-dinner (though, this is routine for when she is home in the evenings), she sits in the bench of her backyard, looking up to the false sky, fussing with her long hair from time to time in an attempt to find peace with it; Morgiana presented her only earlier with a hair tie made up of accessories the soldier left about the house, accidentally. A familiar red-and-white bow and bunny hairpin were now attached to a thick rubber band...
I will embrace the past.
After over two years after her death and the events of the Mutual Killing, those two years spent here in Hive City, she could start to accept the events which seemed to just transpire before her eyes, helplessly so. The tie from her pocket goes up into her hair, the ends of the long ponytail now sitting at her shoulders, a feeling Ikusaba is little acquainted with. Many things within her heart sit, unresolved, if only for now. Her unnamed resentment toward past matters with her sister, even toward her predicament with Allen, the fluttering in her heart of both conflict and adoration and loyalty of its own. Even the artificial stars above look the slightest bit hopeful, she was sure one way or another... she would find resolve.