#aragane

[fujimoto-h]

『鉱ARAGANE』2回目観にきた。 小田香監督によるポートレートがとてもいい。いつか本の表紙にしたい。 #ARAGANE (シネ ヌーヴォ)

[fujimoto-h]

『鉱ARAGANE』観にきた。 #TarrBéla #TarrBela #ARAGANE (シネ ヌーヴォ)

[xconductor]

✏ [ am i still in glum nightmare or am i mere super late, but pls something cute and/or with flowers ]

“A flower for Yukina-san.”

( And a little extra… )

[hiiddeneyes]

@aragane || “locked in a room” starters ♢ : alone in a train car when the train gets delayed

     he had wished this would not happen, but apparently he had been asking for too much. The train started slowing down little by little till it completely stopped in the middle of nowhere, far from the both its last stop and its final destination. A few minutes of silence passed before the car door opened and the train conductor came in to announce there had been an engine failure and the train would be delayed for an unknown time. He quickly looked at Leo and the other only passenger in the car, then went through it and disappeared behind another door, heading to the following car and leaving the girl and the boy ( who was not really a boy, not anymore ) alone. 

     Silence fell heavily, yet none of them seemed to be bothered by it. Leo took his pocket watch and checked the hour, noticing it was not midnight yet. Thankfully: the engine was quite likely to be fixed in a few hours at least, and he would still have time enough to find a safe place where to spend the day in the city he was heading to. If dawn came while he was still on that train... no. Better not to think of such a possibility.

[xconductor]

Gives her a ball of choochoo, whatever the choochoo is.

          ❝ ━! ❞

█┆❜ ♛; 𝓘t is super effective! Our conductor’s stern physiognomy warped behind the veil, the visage of a soldier she wore so boldly scoured away in the falling dust. Meekly, she accepted the ball of choochoo that was so graciously proffered ━ careful fingers encompassing its circumference. Upon retreat, she gawked at her present; a delight in her eyes, a treasure. 

[xconductor]

✿ܓ✿ܓ✿ܓ✿ܓ✿ܓ✿ܓ✿ܓ✿ܓ [ a lot of compliments for hime-sama ]

✻ █  ▌▌𝕄𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘  ( 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 )  ࿐ᐤ  

             【𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐸𝒮】⇢ ᴬ ᶜ ᶜ ᵉ ᵖ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ

        ❝ You have been strong, Ayame-san. ❞

█┆❜ ♛;  𝓣he train conductor declared earnestly, sparing her superior a gaze befitting of her cordial tone over a robust shelf of her shoulder.

❝ More so than others. It’s a kind of strength that even I do not have. ❞

A strength that deserves respect. A strength that fortified by the princess’s authentic kindness and humility. Veneration splayed across Yukina’s sharp features, barely inciting so much as a ripple as it teased the surface of her abiding stoicism━ though it conveyed the sentiment her unpracticed tongue couldn’t quite manage to grasp. 

A hint of a smile.

        ❝ We need you. ❞

[xconductor]

@aragane

✻ █  ▌▌𝔻𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ( 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 )  ࿐ᐤ  

             【𝒜𝒴𝒜𝑀𝐸】⇢ ˡᶤᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ!

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Time: 7:45pm Location: The Koutetsujyo's deck Destination: Yashiro Station

          ❝ 𝓦e took minor damage to the water tank. ❞

Yukina concludes the inspection,  breath remains captive in the catacombs of her chest as she regards her superior with a pellucid gaze.

       ❝     Suzuki-san will be attending to the reduction        of leakage, but we won’t be able to commence        until the mending is complete. ❞

Her  brow  corrugates,  bracing  to  a  beat of contemplation; pertaining the possibility that their state of inactivity could be prone to an inevitable peril.  The engineer cants her head, scouring the surrounding area; impervious  gaze  sears into the purportedly limpid landscape.

       ❝ 𝓟lease have the Bushi be on guard while the        Hayajiro is idle, Ayame-sama. ❞

[xconductor]

“Are you sure you’re okay?” [ welp ]

✻ █  ▌▌ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣  ( 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓉 )  ࿐ᐤ  

             【𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐸𝒮】⇢ ᴬ ᶜ ᶜ ᵉ ᵖ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ

       ❝ 𝓟lease don’t let it troubled you, Ayame-san. ❞

                             Yukina offers byway of consolation, though                             Ayame  was  never  one  to squander time as                             her  tender fingers have already fashioned a                             makeshift  bandage  across  Yukina’s  prone                             chest. - - - }

       ❝ 𝓘t’s not as bad as it looks. ❞

                             She retracts a tenuous hand, nimble digits                             splaying  across  the  broad  plane  of  her                              own  afflicted   thorax in  an  endeavor  to                              convey her  recuperated  condition. 

                             The  wound  itself  turns  out  to be shallow,                             despite  the  deceptively  heavy  blood  flow                             from the puncturing dart. Yukina employs                             a  reassuring  simper,  demonstrating  her                              now subdued perturbation. - - - }

       ❝ 𝓣hank you for treating me. ❞