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@archeracrosstime said: *gives Hunter a pec on the cheek for being proud of him with his new teammates and finally socializing*
hunter time bby!!!
“H - hey, c’mon, Kagome! You’re gonna embarrass me in front of my team.” Hunter blushed a bright red, and of course, there was no shortage of ‘Ooooh!!!!’ and ‘Caleb’s got a girlfriend!’ from the derby field. The witch sighed, smiling down at Kagome before giving a small shrug.
“Sorry, they’re all so immature.”
Ship questions meme // open
@archeracrosstime asked: ❤️ For Magi Kagome
What emotionally attracted you towards them? "I’d say it’s the way she sees the world, she still sees beauty in this cruel and hideous. I may have said this before but I never tired of saying it but I really would prefer to see the world as Kagome does.”
What’s their best physical attribute? "I wonder if a blush on her face counts towards physical attraction because those come as often as a blue moon and when they do show up they’re incredibly beautiful. Granted after becoming engaged it became easier to make her blush considering at that point she knows for certain my advancements are heartfelt, hah, funny how that works out.”
Was it love at first sight? "Oh I’m sure she fell for me the day she saw me. Though it wasn’t the same for me. Though with time something happened.”
When did a crush develop? "I’d have to ask Ja’far about the specifics. This is what happens when you married your only girlfriend. AH it must be between constructing my first country.”
When did you realize that you’ve fallen in love? "After I was swept by the darkness then almost overtaken by the million of voices that echoed through my mind I heard one that brought me back. That made me realize that I was in love with this woman.”
Is there anything that they do that bothers you? "I really hate when she dotes on those boys, honestly because of that they became extremely close which in turn made things complicat- er I just wished she’d worry less cause I don’t like it when she worries? Yeah.”
What are their thoughts on marriage? "I mean..I’m her husband soo safe to say she’s quite fine with the concept of marriage.”
What are your thoughts on marriage? "It’s a beautiful thing really. My only wish is that I’ve gotten a better ring. Believe me you wouldn’t want a ring with an opinion.”
@archeracrosstime asked ; She had been worried about him, worried about him for several days now. It was clear to everyone, but especially her that something was wrong with Ja'far. He clearly had not slept in days, and he seemed much more on edge and irritated. Kagome had tried to get him to go to sleep. However, any attempts were fruitless as he refused her help again and again. So, she switched her approach to being a bit more subtle, the queen deciding to bring him some lavender tea to hopefully help.
Brown hues suddenly widen as she hears a noise in his office, deciding to ditch the tea and run off towards him. She opens the door, seeing him panicked with his knives in his hands. Kagome moves to kneel at his side, eyes examining over him and placing hands on his shoulder.
"J-Ja'far! A-Are you okay?! Please, please talk to me! I'm here! I'm here!"
He’s not sleeping.
He rarely sleeps, if he’s being honest. Found too often slumped over his desk with ink dotting his face just as much as his freckles. But this is worse.
It’s been five days since he last laid in his own bed, finding that he can outwit those looking for him after hours but taking his work into his personal chambers, spread on the floor with a brush in hand until it’s an acceptable time for him to return to his proper desk. And normally, he only goes to such lengths during the busy seasons; at the start of tax season, just before an international fair or a renewed trade agreement. But this time, it’s a nightmare gnawing at him.
Dark images started flashing in his mind earlier in the week, twisting him up and pulling him sharply in all directions. And the last time he laid in his own bed, he woke up soaked in sweat, gasping for breath like he’d been drowning. There’s always death in his dreams, always something blood stained and cold. And he’s always the one at the end of the trail, knives in hand, blood on his hands, down his legs, in his mouth. There’s always a shadow standing over him, guiding him, pulling him along, a darker part of himself or a shadow of his past. A specter he can’t quite shake.
Tonight it’s the same, as his cheek slides from his hand and onto his desk. There are several mugs lined across his desk, empty and coffee stained and a pile of paper he’s trying to parse through with little to no success. But it’s all forgotten when he finally gives into exhaustion.
And the shadow is back, the weight of it. He stands at the end of a hall way, every door open, every door knob blood printed. And when he turns around, the shadow stands before him, his face is hidden but Ja’far can feel him grinning, offering up congratulations. He did it, he finally completed his mission. It took longer than expected but he’s dealt with his target and more.
And it’s then that the Ja’far in the dream starts to panic, starts to protest. No no no, he didn’t, it’s not his fault, he didn’t mean to, didn’t want to. The body’s are stumbling out the doors, sobbing for him. He doesn’t look at their faces even if he knows who they are. He won’t see what he’s done.
Back at his desk, Ja’far is curling in on himself. He has his knives in hand, gripping so tightly around the blades that his hands bleed. His jaw is clenched and he’s sweating. All it takes is one swipe of his hand and one of his mugs goes clattering to the ground. But the sound of the door opening startles his mind more than the mug falling. It’s the voice calling to him that blends too well with the voices in his dreams. The footsteps coming closer. It sends him shooting out of his chair, feeling endangered, feeling threatened. His eyes flash open and he’s up just as quick, knives held out until he has Kagome’s back against the wall.
He doesn’t hurt her, just pins her for a moment before his eyes catch up with reality and he stumbles back, clapping his hand over his mouth. His hair clings to his forehead and he falls back against his desk. He bows his head quickly, unable to look at her.
“Forgive me... forgive me. I didn’t-- I’m sorry. Please forgive me...”
He looks at her rather suspiciously, again like the 100th time her scent was on her once again. “Why do you still reek of dragon? Did you take the damn guy back to your house AGAIN?!”
@archeracrosstime
—— ┊ 2 year blogversity of @archeracrosstime aka Rarity, the kindest soul to ever touch the Earth, and my dear online sister.
Thank you for brightening my dash, my days and my life with your friendship, kindness and never-ending affection. If there is anyone out there with a soul as pure as Kagome’s, that’s Rarity ♥
[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine (For Wicked Wish Inuyasha. Perhaps he captured her after a battle for questioning )
word prompts compilation
It wasn't much of a fight. Though the slayers had been hungry for battle to start an uproar among humans and youkai, it all fell apart when their key piece didn't cooperate. She had to have sensed him, but her arrows had missed him by a mile, so focused on clearing miasma and the youkai that surrounded them. As he watched from a distance, raring to go but compelled to observe, he realized now that he could have ended it as soon as it began.
When he made his move, he had laughed at their pathetic attempt. Certainly, they had to have known that one swing from Tetsusaiga would completely level the battlefield. It had been why they were so wary to take up arms against him, despite their obvious distaste in his ruling. They had banked on a priestess to tip the scales and it had failed spectacularly. He subdued most of the group without the use of his sword, commanding the youkai to take them prisoner, until he approached her. Up close, he wouldn't expect her to miss her shot. If she had other methods of purification, he had been ready to face it. But it hadn't come- not because of fear or inexperience freezing her to the spot- but because she chose not to. It was clear as day in her expression. Despite everything she must have known about him now, she still didn't want to fight him.
Facing nothing but her own will had its effects; it made him hesitate and acknowledge his own weakness. This battle had meant nothing to him- whether the youkai or humans came out on top wouldn't mean a thing when he knew that he, himself, would never fall. He could have let it go on, but still he got involved- to stop the needless bloodshed.
"What do you plan to do, milord?" A small voice brought him out of his reverie, gold eyes focusing on the unconscious girl before him. He glanced at his shoulder, where Myouga stared back expectantly. The flea cleared his throat at Inuyasha's lifted brow and continued, "while I'm glad that you showed the restraint of a true lord, you still brought her here. Her presence already has many youkai disturbed. It would be dangerous for everyone if she stays."
"Keh! Let 'em complain. But they'll be sorry if they try anything," Inuyasha scoffed. Leaving the door wide open as if to accentuate his words, he walked up to the futon she laid upon and crouched by her side. He had seen her fight, even if she hadn't turned on him, and he knows that she's at least somewhat capable of protecting herself. But, being so deep into demon territory, she would have no choice but to stay right where he wanted her. He had questions that needed her answer- until then, she could stay out of sight and out of mind within this room.
His hands flexed against the tatami mats, debating with himself, until he slowly reached out. Carefully, the pad of his fingers brushed a tendril of hair from her face to better study her visage. She wasn't her. She wasn't Kikyou, and she wasn't-
But she needed to die.
A sharp canine dug into his lip as he quickly retracted his hand. Ignoring Myouga's wary questioning, he growled low and silently cursed the way his youki responded to her. He hadn't lost control in years and yet the second she came around- "Hurry and wake up already!"
@archeracrosstime :: THOSE MASKS ON THEIR FACES I STILL DONT LIKE THOUGH. LIKE WHAT IS THAT FASHION CHOICE
demon slayers:: practicality over fashion c’:
