#alcrescendo

[whimsikills]

        “You sure stomp like a monster. I could hear you all the way down here." Touya looked unamused as he took a bite of fish. “Work got canceled tonight. I invited Yukito over - so I can make dinner.”

continued from here. ❥ sakura ( @alcrescendo )

[b0ywunder]

" well good morning , sleepyhead ! " he carefully balances the tray of coffee and pastries in one hand , while the other hand keeps his phone up to his ear . he got an early start today , despite the late night they had - had kissed babs on the forehead and let her continue to sleep while he acquires a morning treat for the two of them . " i'm just a block away , don't you dare move a muscle , babe . "

@alcrescendo - babs | ♡

[b0ywunder]

[TXT] : if you were here right now i'd be in serious trouble. (from babs hehehe)

TEXTING - accepting

[ TXT : babs 💘 ] oh yeah? 👀 [ TXT : babs 💘 ] would i be too distracting for you babe? [ TXT : babs 💘 ] i'm just working out, surely i wouldn't be taking you away from your work 😏

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[freezegirl]

+ @alcrescendo / stiles

"you know," khione says, "i thought you would've gone for hawk. to interview, i mean. most people don't really pick me for these things. which, i get it - they're afraid they're somehow gonna come away with frost on their lashes and frozen fingers."

warren's got it worse, she's sure.

"so, yeah, mister boy's interview assignment, take one: how do you want to do this?"

the resident hydro-cryo only hopes that the critical role reference isn't lost on him. otherwise, they're gonna spend the time allotted for this interview on youtube, watching playbacks of their dnd campaigns.

[breakranks]

@alcrescendo {{ charlie said "i had to stop for the night."

He's seen her during the matches, and he's watched her focusing anywhere but on the students of her and her aunt's dojo, withdrawn from it in a peculiar--though familiar--way. But he doesn't know why; doesn't know her all that well at all. Some sort of stressor, he figures, has to have led to this, and to the damage in front of him.

Cobra Kai has done well so far though. They're near the top of the pack. How puzzling.

"It's good you stopped," he tells her, caution curling like a wisp of smoke around his wording. Ellis Shivji is not here to berate anyone who comes to him for aid, and he never would, but he certainly is concerned with a sensei--someone so influential to her students--pushing past her own physical limitations so casually. "But--"

He is gentle as his nitrile gloved hands slowly clean and manipulate Charlie's one at a time, testing the joints of her knuckles below the split and bloodied skin for any sign of deeper damage, deeper pain.

"I believe you will need to stop for more than just this evening, Ms Han."

He considers asking if she'd taped her hands at all before she'd begun training, but he sees no evidence of her having done so, and that answers that question. Many don't seem to wrap, even for intensive sessions; they like the idea of conditioning their skin to withstand their strikes. But to strike over and over and over again at the same angle and speed is not how a fight tends to flow against a real opponent.

Not in his experience, at least.

"I must recommend that, if you are to continue training in the coming days, you focus entirely on legwork. You are going to need time to heal, or your downtime will be drawn out even longer." Ellis sits back on his rolling stool, his gloved hands palms up and hovering above his thighs to keep them from touching his trousers. "If that is not possible--" A knowing gleam flashes, there and gone, in his dark eyes. Even if she is not a competitor here, it's unlikely a sensei who's come so far will stop over something like this. "--I absolutely insist you wrap your hands until the scabbing heals at the very least."

With her skin sufficiently cleaned, he rolls his stool over to the counter, plucking up a pot of ointment and some materials to wrap her damaged skin in.

"This shouldn't sting," he tells her as he dips a sterile applicator into the opaque white cream, "but it may be cold."

[penddraig]

for once in their uncooperative lives,   it seems the two of them can finally afford a moment to sit and speak about the goings-on that have plagued their lives this past year.   perhaps even a year and a half :   he's hardly keeping track himself.   a whirlwind of happenings and phenomenons first before they could possibly rest.   but right now,   howl lies across one of the lounging chairs he's brought out by the lakeside,   arms crossed behind his head,   staring up at the sky.   some of the time ;   most others find him looking over at sophie for an extended,   possibly embarrassing   ( had she noticed,   but he always looks away when she looks back )   amount of time.   it's quiet,   and the breeze is nice,   and all he wants to do is bask in the good luck that comes with being alive after all.   at least past ten thousand days.

@alcrescendo.   ‘ my heart feels uneasy,   although i am free.   is it supposed to ? ’  ( from sophie mayhaps ? )

❝ i shouldn't be surprised to hear something like that coming from you,   ❞ comes howl's answer,   lighthearted and with a tinge of laughter in his voice.   yet when he looks over at her,   there's no sign on her that suggests she could ever have been the percipient old woman who had stuck with them all for so many months.   though she had been ailed physically,   she had never truly acted as any elderly woman would.   perhaps that in itself was why howl had never really felt a shred of guilt for giving her so much grief during that time.   fortunately for himself,   he feels it even less now,   watching the particularly way the red of her hair shimmers even when the sun hides behind the clouds.   the shade,   it seems,   does not seem to have much of an effect on her.   or perhaps she's only said it doesn't,   and all of existence merely agrees with it.

soon,   the width of his smile lessens and fades,   and he looks back out over the lake,   watching the image of the clouds move quickly across its reflective surface.   he can feel the peculiar beating in his chest once more :   it never fails to surprise him when he notices it.    ❝    life and what comes with it should make anyone uneasy.    ❞    still.   it's such a vulnerable question,   it nearly sickens him. he feels particularly slippery today.    ❝    but i think,   dear sophie,   you may be asking the wrong person about that.   you'll sooner get a better answer from michael.    ❞

.゜––   of fairytales, folklore and faekind.  /  𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗.

[isolateddevil]

         it takes a lot of courage for him to come down from his home that lay deep in the mountains. It was a walk every day but it cleared his mind and it gave him something to focus on. He was used to getting up early from the days when he lived with his sensei. He does however run into the same girl every day ( from a distance however. ) The uniform he wonders where it’s from ( he’s always wanted to go to school ) But he wonders if they would take him. His clothes don’t fit in with modern society at all , the only comparison he’s seen was with older people.

       “   those clothes . . . is there a school around here?  “ he asks , his heart hammering in his chest although his face shows the opposite. 

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