#enshijou

[revelician]

' i love this life, despite the fate that hangs above my head. i know that this world is far from perfect, but we all have our reasons for cherishing it. ' ( gently waves and runs away... but not before holding you and fuuka in my arms and having admired from afar. 🥺 )

"Ryoji-kun..." In a few weeks he could be dead or they all could be. This could be their last conversation. Either way she was about to lose a dear friend. How was she meant to cope? She'd just started to enjoy this life. She'd just started to move forward proud of who she felt she was becoming. She was just starting to get to know herself. Now... It was all going away. Slipping out from her grasp like trying to catch the sea in her hands. But like the sea bits of this life still lingered in her hands, didn't it? Beautiful bits of shells that brought joyous memories of time with friends back, remnants of salt left behind from tragedies she had survived through life and specks of water still lingering to remind her that while the water was gone it still existed and it had still changed her... Did it truly matter how much time they had left? She could still hold her head high at the end of the day and say 'I was brave'. She could still step forward without regretting who she was. Because she'd become strong enough to face the waves of life as the person she wanted to become not the person others wanted her to be. Because she had true friends at her side now, even the friends who weren't there were still connected to her. Even if life ended today or tomorrow or in a few weeks, she could be happy because she had lived so deeply connected with those she loved.

And that included Ryoji. She still remembers how he pleaded with them to kill him. To think about ending his life sooner so that all of them could live just a little bit longer. It was her leaders decision, they would have to make that call. She trusted them to do the right thing, make the right call as they always had. She hoped they'd let Ryoji live. She didn't want to live longer if it meant losing more of her dear friends. She smiles at him, sadness still lingering in her hazel eyes but the smile itself holds a kind of resilience that goes beyond her years.

"I love it too. You're right it's far from perfect but I think that just means we should cherish it more. Those imperfections are often what help us to form the most solid connections in ourselves and with others. They're devastating and it's unfair the hardships many of us have to go through. But when we survive we can come out the other side knowing we're stronger through our own power and the power lent to us by friends. Ryoji-kun... I'm glad we got to meet."

[foolshoujo]

XXII ███   ＂HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ME ~! technically ! haha whatever, ＂ holds up pharos( @enshijou ) like simba ＂surely this won't have any negative connotations for mankind. anyways i love my son !＂

[lunaetis]

AT THE BEGINNING OF THE END ; WHERE THE NIGHT MEETS THE STAR ; I SEE YOU eden & ryoji ( @enshijou ) // art commission by : Tori

he was like me. your eyes met his in the dark, yet something about him called out to you. the way those azure hues glowed in the dark seemed to match the liquid gold in yours that later became almost impossible to look away. beings made for tragedy, ones that were created to bring the end. you didn't like to call it fate, this meeting, for it felt like neither of you had no choice in the matter. after all, when he smiled at you as you placed your hand onto his outstretched one, you knew for sure it was you who made that decision. that the cold fingertips of his a striking contrast to yours and they made you hold them tighter all the same. you didn't like the face he made when he looked up at the sky. the face that spelled of melancholia as though he was alone in this very world. it made your heart ache, but it was so hauntingly beautiful that you couldn't tear your gaze away. whenever you look out into the vast canvas of the galaxy, you were counting the time you could return to him for you knew he would be looking up at the sky with only the moon as his companion. you despised the idea of leaving him alone. as you traced the ring he gave you on your finger, you made a promise to yourself to return to him. and with the streak of light across the night, you came back as promised. you'd always find him no matter how dark the sky is, for he is the night to your star.

[spirestar]

Fakir taps the tip of his pen to paper, his eyes flicking around the library with suspicion. He's been alone here all day in the quiet--hardly anyone ever disturbs him than Duck these days--and he thought earlier that the voice whispering by his ears might've been a story trying to be written, or another author trying to stop him. Something. Nothing's made much sense lately. He'd pressed his thumbs into his eyelids until he saw colorful swirls and then kept trying to write. Again, though, it mutters with a soft slip of a chuckle or something close and @enshijou says,

' it's just like me to say things without understanding the reason i say them. '

At this, he sits up entirely and looks up again, dares to, half-terrified of who might be there, of someone else trying to fight him for things he can't control but--he's not like that, he's supposed to be the knight, solid, standing tall, it's why he has a sword why he has a place in the world why he's--

Fakir pushes up from the table forcefully and meets the eyes of the boy standing across from him. Just another boy. One he's never seen before which should be impossible... But a boy nonetheless.

"You're the one who's been talking to me?"

[heartinhands]

@enshijou i kind of forgot but i did promise you a beatrice and ryoji interaction...so here it is KLDSJF

The Dark Hour is most pleasant for a witch like Beatrice; she's grown accustomed to the coffins and the macabre ornaments decorating the town, her ballgown moving like a ghost's heavy shroud across the sickly-painted concrete. A witch is used to being a spectre and not being seen at all. She lovingly caresses the very edge of some poor soul's coffin when someone calls out to her and she turns and is surprised to see that it is her old friend Death.

"...My, my. Now this is most unusual." The witch raises her pipe to breathe in some sweetly-scented smoke which falls from her lips like the sickles her friend wields do--heavily and with purpose but also with little care. Although, in a form like this, Beatrice isn't so sure that Death will be killing anyone anytime soon. He looks very...mundane. "Death, you've certainly chosen an odd form this time around. What a lovely scarf, did you knit that yourself? *cackle*."

[sailerv]

@enshijou s.c

'Wow,   he's   kinda   cute.'   The   bubbly   beauty   thought   as   lips   sipped   pon   strawberry   soda.   This   little   cafe   was   the   agreed   upon   meeting   spot   for   Minako   and   her   friends   but   somehow   she   ended   up   arriving   earlier   than   everyone   else.   (a   miracle   in   Artemis's   words.   )   this   left   her   with   nothing   better   to   do   than...   people   watch!

Though   perhaps   she   had   been   watching   him   a   tad   longer   than   what   was   considered   socially   acceptable   ......   one   could   say   ...   she   was   TOTALLY   STARING.   Not   that   even   SHE   realized   that.

[a1gis]

THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS . | accepting.

@enshijou asked: " i remember ... everything . " ( gently weeping !!! )

Azure   gaze   turned   from   his   ....   from   Death's.   Mechanical   hands   clenching   into   trembling   fists.   (why   was   she   trembling?   .....   weapons   didn't   tremble....)

"My   memories   have   returned   as   well   .....   I   recall   everything   about   that   faithful   day   ...   us   on   opposing   sides."   To   think   Ryoji   was   the   one   she   fought   so   long   ago   -   .....   the   one   she   failed   in   defeating.

"I   suppose   it's   only   natural   that   we'd   meet   again,   seeing   as   we   have   unfinished   business   with   each   other"

[heimskringlas]

@enshijou &&. SAID... ' i could point you in the right direction if you like. ' ( very, very gently places ask in your inbox with a little adaptation of the prompt ! admittedly not familiar with the series, but very eager to learn all about it !!! all the mythology references. ✨ huge apologies for ask !!! )

the  scent  of  death  clings  heavily  to  him,  not  unlike  a  particularly  stubborn  cologne.  it's  the  first  thing  that  catches  loki's  attention  —  perhaps  in  part  due  to  his  own  inherent  familiarity  with  such  a  thing.  (  always  been  a  big  fan  of  death.  how  could  he  not  be?  it's  inherently  linked  to  change  —  which  is  a  pretty  word  for  all  the  chaos  he  leaves  in  his  wake.  )  it's  funny,  he  thinks.  there's  a  delicious  sort  of  irony  in  an  indomitable  force  lurking  behind  this  benign  visage,  like  cramming  entropy  itself  into  a  porcelain  doll.  the  trickster  can't  help  but  appreciate  that  as  well;  misdirection  falls  within  the  god  of  mischief's  domain  —  and  he's  certainly  no  stranger  to  donning  a  myriad  of  masks  whenever  it's  convenient  for  him.  this  feels  a  bit  different  from  loki's  usual  fare,  however.  less  a  mask  and  more  a  change  of  clothes?  like  dressing  for  a  job,  but  the  job  is  being  a  person.  weird.

oh  well.  not  like  it's  any  of  his  business,  right?  loki  isn't  actually  here  for  him  at  all  —  although,  he  doesn't  mind  taking  the  opportunity  to  chat.  he's  not  so  human-y  that  he  grates  on  the  trickster's  nerves.  a  blessing,  as  mortals  all  too  often  leave  a  sour  taste  in  his  mouth.  particularly  the  ones  who've  yet  to  die  and  turn  useful.

❝  wooow.  would  you?  ❞   if  there  is  one  thing  he'll  give  midgard  credit  for,  it's  the  food.  humanity  always  has  been  culinarily  ambitious  —  though  the  past  century  or  two  has  given  rise  to  some  particularly  enticing  delicacies  even  the  god  of  mischief  can't  resist.  that's  the  entire  reason  why  he's  here  to  begin  with;  a  little  cafe  boasting  viral  pastries  extravagant  enough  to  inflict  cavities  at  a  glance.  sounds  like  loki's  kind  of  snack  —  and  if  it  gives  him  an  excuse  to  make  himself  scarce  while  the  old  man  is  in  a  particularly  scowly  mood,  that's  even  better.  ❝  you're  pretty  eager  to  be  helpful,  huh?  don't  worry  —  that's  a  good  quality  to  have.  ❞   one  of  his  personal  favorites!  ...  to  see  in  other  people.  ❝  i  was  ready  to  spend  ages  trying  to  find  this  place.  so  it's  nice  that  you  showed  up  when  you  did  —  i  really,  really,  really  don't  like  walking  more  than  i  have  to.  ❞

he  takes  a  few  steps  forward,  unsure  if  he's  even  heading  in  the  right  direction  —  but  staying  still  for  too  long  feels  antithetical  to  the  trickster's  very  nature.  ❝  are  you  the  type  that's  interested  in  trendy  things?  or  do  you  just  like  fancy  cakes?  ❞

MISC SENTENCE PROMPTS.