#dayscorch

[kaercu]

foot fetish. you have a fetish for koto's feeeet

I KNEW THAT ASK NOTIF WAS YOU, YOU GREMLIN!!! DON’T SULLY MY REPUTATION LIKE THIS!!! I MAKE ONE JOKE!!! NEVER AGAIN!!!

[cursedblessed]

👀 does james think kotos pretty, not that she cares

⟡ ݁. ⊹ ₊ ask meme ( not accepting ! ) ✦ @dayscorch ₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡

“The little spitfire? Yeah, I think she’s hot.” He’s grinning: wide, stupid, completely unapologetic. He knows damn well nothing good ever follows a response like that, and he says it anyway.

“She’s mean, but I like it. Keeps things interesting.” A pause, just long enough to feel intentional. His expression doesn’t shift, but there’s something a little more deliberate in it now. “And I think she’s starting to warm up to me—”

Yeah, now he’s pushing it. On purpose. Like he’s trying to summon her out of thin air just to see what happens. “She’s got a weird way of showing affection though.” He shrugs, casual as ever, acting like he hasn’t just signed his own death warrant.

“Whatever. Her ass makes up for any quirks she’s got.”

[niightwcves]

// just made some picrews of some of my fav ships

[holyscorch]

@dayscorch ryouta every time yasu is near

[evilanew]

Koto pokes ! his cheek.

@dayscorch

And Lestat bites ! Koto’s finger.

[ardenssolis]

@dayscorch said (inbox):

Koto reaches up & gently pinches his cheeks, tugging at them with a giggle.

❝AND WHAT BROUGHT ABOUT this mischief of yours today?❞ Koto was pinching his cheeks, but really, hers were far more entertaining. He could recall how they were so akin to mochi when you squished them. Heh, actually, just thinking about it right now made him want to do just that. Thus, he reached out, pressing his palms against her cheeks and pushing so her lips poked out. ❝Heh.❞ This would never get old.

[oathstruck]

❛❛ Kazuma - kun, a question. ❜❜ Koto peeks over her shoulder at him, all as she stands, draped in hakama & a sarashi, using a heavy hammer to strike down again the blade she is forming. A heavy work, the fire flickers, hot & unyielding, the ore burnt to refine. She turns her body slight, as not to miss what he signs, bringing the hammer down again to thread out the impurities. ❛❛ Why do you call me Koto - dono ? It is used to mean Lord or Lady but, I am no one of such a high status & my lineage isn't special. My teacher is of Samurai blood but, I am just part of the common man, a kimono crafter's daughter. Do you simply find comfort in calling me as such ? ❜❜

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting! @dayscorch

[It seemed fitting to me. Though it seems as if the two of us share a common origin. My father was a merchant and my mother a seamstress. I suppose it's a force of habit, but the way you carry yourself reminds me of how my...]

Kazuma stops signing for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. He doesn't see Koto as a replacement for Hanako, after all, even if he did fall in love again, nobody would ever truly replace his first true love. But he would be lying if he said that she didn't remind him of her.

[I was married once, despite us getting off to a somewhat rough start, my wife and I eventually fell in love with each other. She accepted me despite not really having any real riches to bring to her family. It's a matter of respect when I refer to you with -dono. I see you as a lady, and I'm happy being your sword whenever you should need it.]

Even those who live in the dark wish to feel the sun on their skin. Besides, am I truly worthy of asking for more than the honor of basking in your light?

Words left unsaid, but he begins to sign again.

[Would you prefer another honorific?]

[memovia]

❛ I'm nervous what you'll think of me now. ❜ koto and Zayne !

DOES A STORY DIE WITH ITS NARRATOR?

【 ❅. 】 ― He had known of her profession, but not how she sings. Doctor Zayne was invited personally to attend a social event at a bar named, "DAYBREAK". Chief executives, doctors and the like— all gathered around to discuss the future of medical technology in a lax environment. As a lead researcher of the Evol-Cardiac Medical Laboratory ( or AEC, for short ), he was simply obligated to attend.

Zayne finds himself surrounded unexpectedly by a prying crowd. Countless of queries and separate conversations are held in front of him all at once.

It is overwhelming, to say the least. He understands that they are curious to know about his work but truth be told, there is nothing glorifying to it. A doctor can only save lives if he understands death, and the suffering that comes before it.

He has seen humanity's best but also it's worst.

He lingers for a few moments more, but plans to leave after an answer or two. And just as he opens his mouth, the lights start to dim and Zayne takes it as a cue for him to depart quietly.

One step, and he halts.

A familiar silhouette comes on stage, spotlight catching fiery eyes. The people that once encircled him have their heads turned now, as though electrified by her presence. Well, he was of no exception too. All plans to leave have ceased after recognising her.

Koto stands atop the platform, red lips parting before the microphone to sing. Her voice is gentle like a subtle breeze, paired with the rustling of leaves on a sunny day. It is beautiful and serene. He finds himself enamoured, forest eyes glued to her performance even after the song ends.

The applause that everyone offered brings him back into reality, and he puts his hands together to clap as well. A temporary eden, he thinks, as many others return to him for his answer. The noises seep in again, muddying Koto's tune that still plays in his head. Doctor Zayne immediately holds out a palm.

❝ ...Excuse me. ❞

With brisk steps, he soon disappears around the corner— in search for the backstage. They meet in the hallway and he slows down his pace. Upon reaching her, Koto speaks first.

❝ I'm nervous what you'll think of me now. ❞

❝ There's no need to be. ❞

A pause.

He looks away, blinks a few times and returns his gaze to her. Scarred hand comes up to meddle with his tie.

❝ ...Even though it's my first time hearing you sing— I think you did well. ❞

That much is the truth, despite the lack in ability to convey his feelings accurately.

I liked it very much.

and maybe I'll ask you if you could sing it again, @dayscorch. One day, one day...