#ablazedheart

[diresang]

            ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⌯⌲ @ablazedheart asked ❝ SENDER brushes RECEIVER'S hair back from their face. ( for mitsuri ) ❞

mitsuri sighed as she lowered her bokken. training with rengoku came the easiest, even if he was no longer her mentor. that experience only made it smoother now that she was on her own— he knew how to find her weak points, he could keep up with her & he could handle her strength. but by herself, she was struggling to master one of her lesser used forms.

when rengoku approached, curious as to what she was doing, she had explained. but as her explanation went on, it was abruptly interrupted by his hand brushing her hair back. immediately, her face flushed. her jaw slacked in shock, her heart was racing, struggling to find any words, before she finally spoke—

            ❝ t— thank you, rengoku-san ! you’re so— so kind ! ❞

[redscaled]

"Oh goodness, it seems I've bought one too many onigiri!" A hearty chuckle escapes the fire hashira, as he looks to the dark haired man with the interesting tattoo across his features. "Perhaps, you would like one? They were made especially for me by some friends, and I'm told there's a secret ingredient! " ( hi! i hope this is good!)

@ablazedheart

" These friends of yours - seems like they're a pretty generous bunch, " he mused, dark eyes cast down at the offered food. he had to give them credit, for it was apparent hard work went into making the food. Well crafted and no doubt even better tasting. So much so that even he found himself half tempted to say yes. but even still, he raised a hand and declined. " Keep it. You might find yourself needing it more than I would. "

[starshinc--a]

@ablazedheart asked; the wound will heal but you'll have a scar. ( for tanjiro )

they'd been assigned to do some recon in a faraway town - one too far for the kakushi to easily access if anything was to go wrong. the recon had started off well, gathering information about the potential demon that was hiding amongst the townsfolk and the string of disappearances.

as they'd entered what they thought was the stronghold, it rapidly became apparent it wasn't just one demon - several stronger ones, if the number of kimono's on the ground was any indication. tanjiro had done his utmost in fighting, until he'd taken a rather heavy hit on his side. despite the injury and blood loss, he'd seen it through until the end. he'd turned to check on his senpai when the world swam and went dark before he could hit the ground.

crimson eyes fluttered open again and he immediately bolted upright, hissing and clutching at his side. he didn't recognise his surroundings, but he did catch rengoku's scent rather quickly and calmed, trying to restart his usual breathing pattern after being unconscious for an unknown amount of time.

"rengoku-san! are you okay? what happened, i-" he's forced to stop as the wound demands attention, glancing down to see his torso wrapped securely. it would make sense the wound would scar and he nods, taking a shallower breath. "i'm sorry you had to look after me like this. thank you though, rengoku-san, for taking care of me. how long was i...?" he wanted to know how long he'd been out of action.

[silencedglaive]

❛ behold! the perfect snowball. ❜

( winter themed sentence starters ! / accepting ! )

  ❝ oh ! it's so smooth and round ! ❞   hotaru gasped, leaning over the flame hashira’s shoulder to gaze at the snowball perched in his palm. she was, admittedly, impressed by the craftsmanship. when she had last consciously glanced in rengoku’s direction, he had still been working on his prized snowball - he had been for the better part of ten minutes, if she wasn't mistaken.  ❝ i’m glad your hard work paid off.   ❞ 

the firefly rocked backwards on her heels, hands tucked behind the small of her back. the snow crunched under each step, & despite the way she retreated physically, her smile remained, serene & warm.   ❝   i do hope you won’t be wasting your artistry on something silly … like throwing it.   ❞   she may be fast, but she wasn’t nearly as fast as rengoku. she wasn’t prepared for a war to break out.

[takiitsubo]

@ablazedheart sent: "Turn that frown upside down, Tomioka-san!" Here comes the loud bombastic voice of the flame hashira. "I believe you and I should share a meal together! That always lights up my mood, what do you think?"

It wasn't Rengoku's fault that Giyu was startled by his voice - the water hashira had gotten lost in his thoughts while readying himself to leave after a training session amongst a few of the others. He turned towards the other man, letting dark eyes fall on him.

"I'm not frowning," he replied, voice soft as he stopped to let Rengoku catch up with him. Though he kept his face neutral most of the time, there was a slight, almost imperceptible lightness to him that most would not notice at a glance - Giyu simply could not get by unaffected by Rengoku's bright and bold personality. "I was just going to go home and eat."

Home to his largely empty, oft too quiet house, to a meal he knew he wouldn't enjoy.

"Though, I wouldn't say no to a meal together."

[diresang]

            ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⌯⌲ @ablazedheart asked ❝ "Mitsuri-san! Look, I mastered the art of what they call the snow-ball. I believe I formed it perfectly, no?" ( for mitsuri ) ❞

            ❝ oh my goodness ! ❞ mitsuri gasped with a hand lifted to her cheek. her other hand was behind her back━ seemingly harmless, maybe it was just more comfortable that way. what was odd was the way she didn't take a step to look closer.

            ❝ it really is great ! though, i think maybe it got a bit messy ? there, at the top ? ❞ she then waited until kyojuro looked down, before letting loose the snowball she had behind her back━ hitting his forehead with a soft thump.

[particlecreator]

Plotted starter for @ablazedheart

It has been an innocent trip through the back alleyway back towards their hotel from the festival when they stumbled across the demon that was feasting on the body of a dead human girl. The American woman’s fiancé protected her, but she was shoved against the wall, hitting her head. Blood was dripping from the injury as she stumbled towards the ground, whimpering with pain as Markus was yelling in English, shouting at her to leave and run, but everything sounded loud, like it was ringingand she was distorted. The demon’s fangs ripped into his bone and muscles, tearing away as he screamed, trying to fight it off as she reached for him. Blood was clouding her vision, where she could only see shapes, shadows and silhouettes.

“Mark..” Her voice was soft as she whimpered from the head throbbing as she pushed herself to stand, as her dress was ripped, knowing that the stones were cutting into her stockings and gloves. The demon was snarling like a feral beast as footsteps were coming closer before someone rushed in front of the woman, shielding her from the demon’s attack. Looking up, she noticed the stranger had flame-like hair and was speaking in Japanese, but she wasn't the most fluent, so her mind wasn't processing exactly what he was saying. Eve only passed out, collapsing from the concession of her head injury as darkness finally consumed her completely.

By the time she woke up, she groaned, sitting up with a bandage on her head, as she felt her entire body was sore and stiff. Her clothes were changed into some medical attire as she was covered in bandages, as she must have been more seriously injured than expected. Samantha's vision was slowly adjusting as she noticed a few young girls talking alongside a man who had flame color hair. Her Japanese was not the best when it came to pronouncing words sometimes, but she could listen and read it pretty well.

[starshinc--a]

@ablazedheart 🤕  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  patching  up  your  muse’s  injuries.  ( for tanjiro <3 )

"Rengoku-san, it's really not -" Whatever protest Tanjiro was about to say was cut off by a hiss of air between his teeth. The gash across his side was rather painful, though it hadn't hit anything vital from what he could tell. Despite that, it still stung and was in a rather awkward place. The second slash along his cheek was deep, encouraging another hiss as it's poked.

He heaved a sigh, trying to control his breathing and not tense to allow the older easier access to the wounds, realising that he's not getting away without a fuss. Instead, Tanjiro sighed, wincing. "I'm sorry you're having to do this...it's not that bad, Rengoku-san." Still, forcing muscles to relax and lifting his uniform where he could.