#desummon

[unladylikc]

Wall of Text Shenanigans

     “ Ooh, are you trying to make me look super manly, Rai-berry?! ”

     Needless to say, she’s thrilled to bits and subsequently remains as still as possible while Raidou continues his work.

[jokyoukou]

loaded question.

( 13. ) — Want to think up a better lie?

Peak season proves to be a thorny complication in the private agenda she had fixed with the local ‘paperboy’. With most of its regular staff mobilized to accommodate patrons paying for the privileges of holiday reservations, the establishment bustles with energy throughout much of the day. The nippy cold of Inaba-cho during this time of year offers little help, encouraging guests to coop up inside all day long, drawn to the onsen as if it were a light trap.

It seems near impossible for them to nose about the inn in search of supernatural activity.

To see their plan to fruition, Yukiko and Raidou find themselves having to adopt a secretive approach. But for someone as innocuously candid as the young innkeeper, stealth, as Raidou will realize, is something of a task for her to upkeep. Especially seeing as she seems ever so lively made aware of the presence of demons in her hotel.

“I’m sorry for the wait. You must be freezing, right?” A pause. “–… A, are you alright, Gouto-douji?”

She meets him in the back entrance, through the sliding door that is usually bolted shut. A small, cramped space filled with crates and boxes of extra supplies, linen, and well-worn janitorial implements yet to be discarded. The decision to sneak him in remains colorfully controversial, but it is her idea, and accordingly their best option when looking to avoid attention and interrogation, and to execute their objective with minimal setback. Yukiko presents him with a folded gray yukata and a warm can of shiruko.

“Here. You can change into this. It’ll be much more comfortable to move around in - you’ll blend right in with our customers, too. You can leave your clothes over there for now,” she gestures towards the top of a cardboard box. Then: “– O-oh, erm. Well, p-please take your time. No rush. I-I’ll step back inside and make certain that the coast is still clear. Just – give me a heads-up once you’re finished!”

Yukiko sees herself out with haste, chastely keeping her back to the door.

“– By the way… I was able to speak with the other waitresses. The Chinese businessman staying on the topmost floor really is superstitious about his lodgings. The staff had him relocated to a different room after we received several complaints from him. According to the beliefs of fusui, staying in a room facing the north-east brings misfortune, after all.” She’s thinking hard. “But according to what you’re feeling, the demonic presence is inside the room he’s currently staying in, right? The one that’s facing the ‘good’ direction? – I wonder why that is…”

Yukiko laces her fingers behind her back. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ramble so much. I was up all night thinking of all sorts of ways to have that businessman vacate his room, even for just a day. That should give us plenty of time to access that room for an investigation. I wonder if I should spread an urban legend about the eyeless ghost that haunts that area… It would be as easy as sharing it with him while we deliver his meal to his room tonight, after all.”

There’s a faint trace of relentlessness in her tone, which then melts into something more humorous. “– Just kidding. I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble with our guests. But I’m all out of ideas, too. Do you think we should come up with a better lie?”

[lakeblessed]

desummon said: “don’t worry.” | “don’t” sentence starters

At first, she only let out a muffled, somewhat bitter chuckle in response, quite unsure what exactly had gotten such a reaction out of her and what she was laughing at — her apparent helplessness she had failed to hide or the simplicity of his statement, which was much easier said than done. Both, perhaps. And yet she was not quick to respond, letting the silence linger. almost as thought the young woman was at a loss for words. Who knew, maybe she was caught off guard by those simple yet reassuring words no one had told her before. Or maybe she kept saying this to herself much more often than she was willing to admit.

Or maybe she wasn’t ready for this kind of conversation to begin with.

“Do I really seem worried?” It was such an unnecessary, rhetorical question that she almost laughed at it. She was, he saw right through her, and she knew it, did she not? “Regardless, you shouldn’t give it much, if any, thought. I’ll manage.” Hopefully. “Don’t concern yourself with unimportant matters. I'm fine. If not, I will be.”

[lakeblessed]

desummon said: O, U, Y | Valentine’s Day alphabet 

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

Surprisingly enough, no. Azura, pretty much a master of words on stage, might often struggle to express her feelings verbally, at least properly. She actually says just as much in one of the manga versions of FE Fates, and even though it’s a comedy manga, I am inclined to believe that it is true because canonically, she is not a woman of many words to begin with:

However, it does not mean that she hesitates to express her feelings. She does not. She will easily tell her significant other that she loves him, and she will repeat herself quite often, but she is not the kind of woman who uses flowery language, she likes to keep it simple.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

Not by default, i.e. in all of my verses, and I have never written such a scenario featuring her, or at least not in a romantic manner anyway. She was bullied, and she probably had her heart broken by people whom she considered her friends and allies in the past, but she is not a hopeless romantic, she does not fall in love easily, and given that she is actually afraid to form strong bonds with people, she guards herself and her heart well enough to say that she had never been disappointed because she had never been in love by default. There is one exception to this storyline which includes a particular pairing and a crush she had on the other character as a child, but it’s a happy story that did not result in a heartbreak, so the short answer to this question is no.

But let’s imagine it happens. In that case, she will... say nothing, really. Unfortunately, given her background, she is used to suffering in silence and solitude. She endures, and she will do just that in this case as well. She will get over it eventually, but it will certainly damage her greatly because it adds to her trust issues.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Fairly. When Azura cares, she cares A LOT, and I mean a lot a lot. She will be quick to defend her significant other, and just as quick to provide as much support as she possibly can. She is extremely selfless, and it’s particularly apparent to the man she chooses because she, while not saying much and seeming quite reserved on the surface, will dedicate herself to him and will never leave him to fight his battles alone. She is physically weak, and she will still defend her loved one at the very best of her ability.

[defendedpride]

“what was life like for you before all of this, setouchi-san?” nostalgia washes over in the strangest of moments. but raidou has a longing for old things, for old ways and old days long gone. “if you so choose, that is.” he enjoys listening to minamo speak, as she has a knack of drawing out optimism of even the most dire situations.

    “ Guess it wasn’t so perfect,” after all, she should be dead all things considered - and the fact she still lives when her father and Hiroki don’t breaks her heart more than anything else.  She can see the need to ground themselves in this moment, to reflect on their lives up until this moment, to connect - in this messed up world, destroyed by some scientists dreams of a future and failing.

    “ I was a cop, an’ maybe I was a lil too involved with bein’ a cop - but my mother was one an’ I wanted to do her proud.” Her usual cheerful smile, softens to something more muted, almost leaving a bittersweet taste.  “ It was hard, bu’ worth it - y’know ?  I wouldn’t change the hard work tha’ came with night shifts, or keeping the house clean an’ edible food on th’ table.  My decision ta enter th’ police force let me dad continue to do something he loved, I’m jus’ happy I could do tha’ for him.”

[bloodfcst-a]

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Personal time and attention. It’s a pretty common question, right, what do you give to someone who seems to have everything? I mean, you could get her something she likes, and she would appreciate it, enjoy it, use it to the best of her ability if she deems it worthwhile to keep. But she has an incredible need of being valued and appreciated as she is as opposed to what she can do or bring to the table or her level of influence… so pulling her away from work or her position and seeing her for her is honestly the best thing someone could provide to her.

[girlycorpse]

💭 - a bittersweet memory /

the air of tokyo in the afternoon is pleasant for its festive mood around december. she has seen many people run around and many a ( presumably ) christian children jump in cheers as they knew they’d be getting their presents this month.

the only one who had brought a downer to the mood was chitose. he explains to her what her situation is; from the fact that nobody remembers her to mentioning they’ll only will be reminded once they are dead. she smiles warmly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. even if she’s full of determination it stings. she gave up so much and yet…

no, i will not act like that.

she cracks a lighthearted joke and she hears an angry yell from the fun-sized, former worker of the ARRC. she’s aware that someday they’ll be reunited as friends. she promised herself to keep their memory with her as a treasure to be never lost. in this way she’d always be connected to the them.

( if only she knew where she’d end up two hours later with two certain, annoyed zombies yelling they have to repay their debts once again ).

[lakeblessed]

desummon said: amaryllis, tulip yellow, viscaria / | floral expressions

Amaryllis– Splendid Beauty Tulip Yellow– There’s Sunshine in Your Smile Viscaria– Will You Dance With Me?

Were it not for the third and final message hidden within the delicate flower, — it almost seemed like only yesterday her caretaker taught her this secret language, did it not? — she would probably assume that he was mistaken, and that none of this was meant for her in the first place, for the praise was so high and so sudden. Perhaps, in a different world and a different life she wouldn’t be so reluctant to express so much as a hint of emotion instead of responding to the gift with a faint, somewhat sheepish smile, not quick to break the silence.

“You flatter me.” The young woman said at long last with a melodic chuckle, innocent and almost shy in every aspect of her otherwise graceful being. “But I will certainly be honored to accept your invitation. I presume you have a particular style in mind? I must admit, my understanding of modern dances is still a little stiff, so please excuse me if I make a mistake.”