#bushina

[guujiyaemiko]

@bushina​   | |   ♡ 

✿   ❀   ✿     her dear friend was rethinking her concept of eternity and what that means to her. it was progress. and change. something she very much desired. yae miko would wait patiently for ei to come to understand that stasis was not the answer to eternity. inazuma would not wait, though. it would continue to change every day. the sooner ei reached her conclusion, the better. the nation desired the raiden shogun’s gaze.

                         she’s blessed to be able to share some time with ei today. being invited for a visit while ei contemplated her eternity was unexpected. however, she would not complain. if there was something she could do to help her friend, then she would. yae miko chooses to address ei casually as they chat. there is something she’s curious about. though she heard the traveler’s side of this tale, she would love to hear how ei felt.   ❝  i hear you had an intriguing outing with the traveler. how nice. you have never been on a date before, have you ei? what was it like?  ❞   yae miko teases her with no remorse and no reservations. there are not many who would dare, but she has no fear.   ❝  you have missed much. shall i continue to bring you.. up to speed? it will only take another century or so.  ❞

[guujiyaemiko]

“  i had forgotten how charmingly ethereal you can be  ” uno reverse

@bushina​​

Fire Emblem: Three Houses Prompts

✿   ❀   ✿     the words leave her lips with a smile and a hum of laughter. she praises her memory for being impeccable, but perhaps that is not the case. or perhaps it is just impossible to accurately recall such beauty. either way, her visit with ei had more than jogged her memory. she only hopes that she will be granted more. that the eternity she ponders now will not require centuries of solitude. if ei seeks something eternal and unchanging, she need only look to their friendship.

[guujiyaemiko]

“  feel free to say hi whenever you like  ”

@bushina​​

✿   ❀   ✿     while she already had the pass permit, verbal permission to come and go as she pleased, even for something as mundane as a greeting, was.. nice. ei’s words fill her chest with a kind of warmth. she has many things to catch her dear friend up on, so her visits will be frequent, that much can be assured.   ❝  you don’t have to be lonely anymore, ei. i’m here with you.  ❞   ei’s eternity may change, but there is one thing that will forever remain the same. their friendship would be eternal.

[inavagrant-a]

@bushina​ said: ❛      you    lied    about    it,      didn’t    you?       ❜

“I took some creative misleading liberties, but I wouldn't precisely classify my words a lie.” He shrugs his shoulders. “You believed me so it wasn't a lie to you,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “Is that not what matters most dear sister? What the heart decides?” He places his hand where the hollow void of an organ continues to tick if only to keep him kicking. His words aim to mock she who's dubbed her excellency. It makes him ponder lightly, perhaps in the back of his head where he chooses not to linger too long: what made her incline into even considering his words as true? A ghost of him from then? A past that neither he or she could outrun? A twisted and strange feeling of the familiar? He'll be left to wonder upon that for quite some time since he's not about to go out of his way to ask. For some annoyingly bizarre reason he can't just settle with the simple victory that he successfully tricked her and that's all there should be to it. A simple minded question and she torments him so nevertheless.

Tch...

“The years seem to have caught up to you. How disappointing.” Such a long time, it was only a matter of when she too would wither away with the years. “You’re such a slave to your ideals now. You’re pathetic.” He laughs. 

“You even thought I gave a fuck about you just now. That lonely, dear sister?”

[spinaea-archived]

“ you shouldn’t be here. ” post-fight.   /   still accepting.

it wasn’t the first time they’d crossed paths over the centuries since she’d become a vampire & she doubted it would it be the last.  abyssal recognized who was still standing after that fight, even seeing the last moments of the person she’d fought.

‘  that’s not the first time you’ve said those words to me,  ‘   a playful tone in her words as magenta hues gazed at the other’s defeated foe, weight shifting to one side as gloved hand rests on her hip.   ‘  never thought i’d have seen you fight someone again, baal.  ‘

@bushina​

[kokonomiya]

@bushina​ ♡ “all the world will be your enemy.”

     ❝     if i must make the world my enemy to ensure a kind future to the people of this land --     ❞ a cough as kokomi wipes the blood that trickles from the corner of her mouth onto her sleeve ( she was too cocky , too reckless ; she was lucky to have reacted in time to avoid a certain death . ) eyes narrow into a glare as she attempts to regain her composure , body protesting as it aches . ❝     then so be it . the resistance will do whatever it takes .     ❞

[inavagrant-a]

@bushina​ said:  “ must you be so reckless, tetsuya - chan ? ” they are as close to being siblings as any created as they were could be. maybe that’s enough, maybe that isn’t. it doesn’t keep her from mocking him. “ you’re going to anger someone one of these days and i won’t be able to help you. ”

“You believe me so reckless, sister?” Asks he with dirt and blood that’s not his own splattered about on his cheeks and his nose. “... You’ve caught me on a fairly decent day if you must know.” Nobody was killed this time around. A few broken and fractured bones, but the ungrateful left with their lives. That’s more than enough isn’t it? These people wouldn’t recognize a gift even if it was smacked right on their face, he doesn’t understand these beings and quite frankly there’s no fire within him to even make the attempt to connect with them. She’s got a way with words he’s not yet mastered and though her violence can result with the savagery as his own there’s a glaringly clear distinction from his own. She handles situations along with herself with a grace and poise he’s yet to master, but those details are hardly here or there for him... at least for now. He’s still fresh meat compared to her that is.

Cold eyes hound the one that, over time, he’s adopted to regard as his sole and older kin, with an emptiness of malice. He won’t say it’s not annoying to be chastised however. She came at the most unfortunate time, she wasn’t here to see the entire situation and capture the whole picture. It’s not like he wasn’t attempting to be civil. Perhaps he’s still too rash with his words, too much of a brute who allows instinct and whim alike to puppeteer what he’ll be doing next not counting on how appropriate or inappropriate his following action may be or come across to the other. Her words aren’t harsh reminders, but a reality for them. “Hmph,” he huffs, “and their outbursts and lack of maturity are my problem because?” He crosses his arms as if he’s the one who’s right, because of course he is. Truth be told, she often bails him out of a lot of things, let it be things he does on purpose and others that aren’t.

Regardless, “thanks,” he says quietly wiping the blood from his nose and looking off to where those idiots had chosen to run off to. This isn’t the first speech she’s given him and even then she always pulls through for him in the same equal manner he would for her.