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Drew my dog (borb) as if she had her own indie album because it’s 1:45 am.

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For my star guardian @remerling

[orokana-riko]

5 Times the Love.

five times my muse fell in love with your muse | accepting

IMinako accepts the position of leader, and each member of the current SEES briefs her on the strengths and weaknesses of their fighting styles. Akihiko hardly needed to mention Polydeuces’ electric affinity. Even a barely awakened Orpheus felt the invigorating spark in that very first smirk when they met in the command room. 

She could swear her hair’s had a little more frizz ever since.

IIFor all he complains about his fanclub, she expects something a little more angry when she walks down the stairs and sees the actual interaction. They claw at his clothing, demand his attention, and squeal at a pitch so fake everyone nearby rolls their eyes. Yet, he gently pulls away, while still answering their questions and returning idle chit-chat. Calm statements try to command the crowd: please just not all at once and we’ll talk some more another time. 

She holds her textbooks against her chest and swallows hard, because she can see darker parts of herself in the giggling girls, …but no matter how awful, no matter how annoying, no matter how they hurt his joints or the insides of his head - Akihiko never treats a single one of them with anything less than respect.

IIIHe’s honest. In everything he does, he’s honest. They stop at the sweet shop and share a piece of cake. Except Minako ends up eating most of it. It was like having a lump of pure sugar in my mouth, he says. He doesn’t pretend to like it to impress her. He doesn’t choke back the truth and force himself through it out of some sense of social propriety. It’s what he feels, so he says it. It’s something he doesn’t want, so he doesn’t put up with it. 

Some people may not find a twisted up face of disgust with saliva-slicked icing hanging off the tip of a tongue very appealing, but all she can think from across the table is: I wonder if I could ever be like him.

IVYukari had once come right out and said it: You’re alone too. Similar connection in Akihiko reveals itself with something more subtle. A bouquet of white rosebuds sits delicately at a gravestone marked Miki. Minako squeezes the gloved hand that had placed them while his other balls onto a fist next to his head, and his face soaks white polyester at the crook of his arm. She finally knows why he longs so deeply for and tugs so hard at Shinjiro.

Orphans can tell you better than anyone that home is found primarily in the presence of certain people. They both miss it.

VAkihiko talks more freely with her now. He openly fusses and frets, and even, at times, he dotes. She likes the time they spend together, and she’s pretty sure he does too. So when he says she reminds him of his sister, and she realizes that’s why he’s been so attentive and protective and concerned towards her, Minako realizes something else, also. Instead of the usual leap of her heart in excitement, or urge to reach out to him across the same wavelength, her whole body tenses and forces her pulse to drop into the lining of her stomach. 

Because she’d been thinking family too, but it doesn’t feel right. Because even though the sentiment should be warm and welcoming, she suddenly feels disappointed. 

Because she’s in love with him. 

[nixxregina-blog]

♔

♔ : Everyone’s world is black and white until you meet your soulmate, who brings color with them

Mitsuru’s world had always been dark. The monochrome of grey colored her vision, no matter where she looked. It wasn’t odd, of course, that’s just how it was. She was still young, and as her father had said, not in love yet. Not that she understood what that meant, not entirely. She knew that love was what her mother had felt for her, distant memories reminding her of when painted nails would run through her hair, touching up the natural curl.  

The redhead’s locks bounced as she shook her head, watching her feet as she walked behind him. They were surrounded by scientists, most rambling about their findings. She didn’t understand, not completely. Mitsuru refused to rely on her father for answers, instead mentally filing information away for later to research on her own. Later that night, both her newborn persona and the blood at her feet were colorless. The tinny, almost sweet smell was the only differentiation from another puddle, her small hand shook as she brought a perfumed cloth to her nose in disdain.

Only a few years later and she was back at the front gate of her new high school. Mitsuru Kirijo wasn’t a newcomer to the facility, both during the day and the midnight hour, but as a student this would be a new experience.  She was looking forward to it, including the small ball of nerves in the pit of her stomach that reminded her of the new roommate she would be meeting after classes.

A boy. She couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps…No, now was the time to focus, not to let her mind wander. So many years without color, another few or perhaps more wouldn’t make a difference. The playing engagement at the back of her mind however said otherwise. She had met her fiance, once before. There had been no color. So that was the life she had to look forward to.

Hours after class, she set herself up in the lounge to study. The dorm was a step down from what she was used to, of course. The Kirijo manor was a step above, to put it plainly. Wetting the tip of her fingers against her tongue she began sorting the days paperwork in order of importance, only looking up when the doors opened with a long creak, preventing semblance of a discreet entrance. White hair didn’t catch her by surprise, but as her eyes continued to take the newcomer in, her lips parted to form a small ‘o’, color flooding her vision. It was near overwhelming, taking a moment to find words. “Akihiko Sanada?”

She wondered if the red of his vest was the same color as blood.

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'Purple'

done!