@halcyonies replied ; awkward hug for shoku after another battle 🥺👉👈 / from: 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 ! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 ?
she was like an angel. was the first and only thought that crossed his tired mind as the melody of her voice softly ceased playing and the dull sound of rain replaced it instead. It was in the midst of the despairing sight left after their last battle and the absence of her voice that he found himself thinking about her, almost involuntarily, unconciously even- almost like how a writer would find themselves constantly thinking about words and imaginary to incorporate into their poems even when outside of their home. It was despite the red that tainted the battlefield and the relief of some soldiers that today, they’ve been able to stand up once again, that he found himself thinking about the most trivial of things— about her wing shaped ears; and how vibrant the shades of green on them were, and of how much they reminded him of the leaves of orange trees— the ones that bloomed in mid-spring from where he came from; and what a coincidence that whenever spring came, small white flowers blossomed all around the trees as well, with a soft shade that reminded him of her hair as well. Orange blossoms were used in perfumes, and for a few seconds, he thinks about the idea- about how perhaps in a different life, or a different time, he would have enjoyed making a perfume for her with them, for those little flowers were often associated with good fortune, and how curious it was that they reminded him of her, as good fortune was something he believed she brought each time they had to leave to the battlefield, for her presence was always a comfort, yet at the same time a worry; a worry that each time an expedition was made, there was always the lingering chance that something could happen to her, and that he would not be there to be of help.
That was in fact, perhaps his biggest fear.
She loved greatly, that was another thing he’s been able to notice when it came down to her, so much to the point that it sometimes reached a dangerous edge, one where her own well being was put in play, a thing that occasionally worried him, for he could not help but think about how war also affected her as well as she accompanied them on each and every single campaign, and how despite all, she carried so much of everyone’s sorrows on her shoulders alone, that besides expectations, for her voice was perhaps their only advantage when it came down the facing the darkness.
In such a way, Shokudaikiri found himself so lost in thought that by the time her arms unexpectedly embraced him, it took him a good couple of seconds to notice the gentle embrace, be it because of how sore his body felt or because of the fact that this might have been the very first hug he’s actually ever received- the answer was never delivered as his body tensed for a moment and golden eyes followed down the direction of.....
....Green?
With bright golden eyes now recognizing that this was none other than the one who’s been occupying his thoughts earlier, his shoulders unconciously find themselves dropping a little, something that brough a small hint of discomfort as his wounds were still open and untreated, yet this little sting of pain mattered little as it soon became overwhelmed by a strange sense of joy; joy and relief that upon seeing that Kinnara was there, and that she seemed okay. Glancing down at the top of her head, he opens his mouth for a moment, almost as if wanting to say something- ask something, ask if she truly was okay, but none of this manages to manifest as he notices her grip becomes a little tighter- and it brings him to burst in laughter despite how she was pressing exactly on an area where he’s received damage- that? it didn’t quite matter, as the scene was now simply too amusing for him to think about anything else but her.
Despite never having been hugged before, Shokudaikiri wasn’t oblivious to the existence of them, so it is once he regains his senses that his arms are wrapped back around her in return, with a joy that was so tangible that it even brought him to lift her up a little in between his arms.
Later would he recall on his diary that It felt like hugging the sun, like hugging a gentle breeze, and for a small moment, it felt as if there was no more darkness.
❝ Thank you .❞ His tired voice now grows quiet yet gentle, almost as if it was meant just for her to hear. ❝ ...You outdid yourself again haven’t you?❞ and a pause follows by, his tone carrying a sense of genuine concern as his voice drops and his hold grows a little tighter. ❝ ... please, take care of yourself .. ❞
shaky hands run through bleached locks as skunk paces back and forth down the sidewalk. a loud sigh passes his lips, and that’s when he notices someone walking towards him. he rushes over, hands waving as he speaks. “ ‘scuse me miss!! have you seen an opossum runnin’ ‘round here?? her names tofu, she’s my daughter. well ... you know. she got a lil too far away from home last night, haven’t been able to keep track of her.”
@halcyonies said ; i need shoku to know that i love and appreciate him so much!!!! (is this ic or ooc no one knows) / 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃
No way— Could this be... !? Is this what he thinks it is...!? ❝ —A note ... ? ❞ Did he just get his very first secret admirer !? It must have been because of that other day— ....certainly! When he gutted those fishes for dinner- he totally looked so cool ! he even ended up being proud of his own well done job ! or mayhaps it happened during the last harvest- he was carrying all those boxes on his own without breaking a sweat, all while wearing black despite of the heat ! not many swords could do that- not as cool as how he did at least-
With his heart beating with excitement, he carefully unfolds the small letter as he begins to daydream imagine the kind of words that were written on it; ‘Oh Shokudaikiri you are so cool and strong!’ , ‘I admire you!’ , ‘I would love to learn cooking from you!’ , ‘your soup from the other day was delicious!’ ; there were simply so many posibilities ! but he was sure that none of them would be as great as the actual content of the letter he was about to read;
‘I need shoku to know that i love and appreciate him so much!!!!’
Love....? appreciation ...!? Was this.... This wasn’t just a simple admirer.... This was a confession letter!? He’s definitely seen this before- he’s even read about it on a magazine as well! With his cheeks now acquiring a peculiar shade of red, he cleared his throat and fixed his already neatly tied necktie, an habit he used to do when he was nervous, before folding back the small letter and tugging it inside the right pocket of his suit..... Where his heart beated, of course ( in his mind, this certainly sounded cool ) . Clenching a hand into a tight fist, a new sense of determination was now shining all around him as he pridefully declared;
❝ —Worry not my brave admirer !! Your fearless prince shall keep working hard to honor your purest of feelings! ❞ He’s completely lost the point of the letter!!
there is something akin to an infantile pout 'pon roseate tiers, soon accompanied by the furrowing of brows and by the scrunching up of her petite nose. yes, sonus might have little experience when it comes to socializing with others after so many years spent in utter loneliness but this is certainly something that she had not expected to hear. ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met. ❜ (for itto!)
“What? Not an appropriate——? Awh, c’mon! Are you kiddin’ me?” The gargantuan oni was utterly indignant, if his perplexed stammering and overt huffing hadn’t given that away. Her pout, while endearing on an already gorgeous visage, did nothing to help correct his crass behavior.
“I thought you looked like a stick-in-the-mud, but I didn’t think you’d actually be one. All I asked was how much you planned on packin’ away! The food’s good, right? I think it’s pretty cool when someone can eat and eat and not feel even a speck of shame about it! S’what food is for, ain’t it? You gotta enjoy it while you got it, so don’t hold back!”
He cast her a wide grin and gave her an enthusiastic clap on the back. “You manage to out-eat me, and I’ll be double impressed. Not that I think you can. Haven’t lost a single eating contest yet.
❝ .. I've been taking care of this moonflower for some time during my recoveries, though it has never looked so lively before— . It seems to bloom with your laughter, I think it’s telling me to finally give it to you. ❞ / 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 ; @halcyonies
she has always enjoyed the rain, even more so whenever she could simply stand beneath the tranquil downpour and observe the pale luminescence of the sun through a thousand falling droplets. this peculiar preference, however, is certainly not going to stop her from hastily approaching someone who seems to be drenched all the way down to their bones. ❛ i hope you haven't been standing out in the cold this whole time, you might get sick. ❜ (for venti!)
He knew he ought to be responsible and show a modicum of self-control, but the harder the rain fell, the harder it became to resist the urge to play. The playful archon, buoyant as the breeze and just as flighty, hardly thought it fair to ignore the call of deep, rippling puddles and slick, stinking mud. Venti didn’t enjoy getting dirty, but that was where his abilities came in handy.
A cushion of air under his feet, thin enough to remain unseen but constant enough that it whisked aside every fleck of muck that threatened to stain his pure, white leggings. He could jump into the dirtiest of puddles and come out pristinely clean. That left the rest of him exposed to the rain itself, but he didn’t mind. His hair hung heavy, his clothes clung to his skin, but he felt refreshed. He felt free.
The sound of genuine concern tore him from his playful skipping, whole body turning on the tip of his shoe so he might face the astoundingly beautiful, wholly unfamiliar being before him. He stood there, stunned and awed, at first. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. Then — a grin, wide and beaming to the point that it verged on pushing away the clouds overhead.
“Are you worried about me? Ehe, don’t be! I’m perfectly fine.” He spread open his arms and tilted his head back, letting the rain pitter-patter against his flushed cheeks and closed eyelids. “It feels wonderful, doesn’t it? Letting the rain wash everything away. Your worries, your exhaustion, your thoughts. For a little while, it’s nice to just exist and let yourself be soaked.”
Both arms shifted forward, hands offering themselves to her. “Come on! It won’t hurt to play a little! You can always get cleaned up and warm afterward!”
unprompted ask // always accepting !!
only few weeks have passed, since she abandoned her homeland in pursuance of moving here, in a town immersed in nature and tranquility, far from the corruption of the metropolis and from the strife that has stolen away too many lives ( the lives of her dearly beloved family too ) . and yet, sonus has grown accustomed to this mundane lifestyle faster than she had expected: now that the little cottage in the outskirts of the town is clean and fully habitable once more, she only needs some help with learning how to properly farm and tend to the little animals that she has decided to adopt on a whim. this is exactly why she is standing right in front of his house, the sun risen by mere minutes, holding two twin rabbits in her arms and molding her facial features into the most dulcet of expressionisms - if one were to look closely and carefully enough, they would undoubtedly see a stain of infantile guilt in the depth of cerulean hues. ❝ Look ! You have two sons now ! ❞ ( stardew obv uwu ) ( @halcyonies )
he was born to let his locks flow, to have freedom of movement, to show his spirit in the form of vermillion sand ⸻ his messy hair uncovered the nap he was taking prior to her arrival, the frown marring his thick and sharp brows exposed the evident disapproval of her unexpected presence. still, what rested behind the limbs of his ribcage bounced and waved, so reflective of the light she cascaded onto him: a light embraced by a sweet joy, honeyed mirth and sugary glee. ❝ ... what? ❞ taken by surprise, he took him a minute to gather his composure, to ebb away the blur in the gold of his spheres, and to, ultimately, take note of the two rabbits so contentedly nestled in her petite limbs. it took him another minute to exhale a guttural [ it was raspy, for not even his vox was yet awake from that much-deserved repose ] growl before rolling his eyes in clear, albeit so subtle, annoyance.
❝ sons... you say? ❞ in her presence was his resurgent joy ⸻ that sense of uplift that came from being around one another in just those little moments. and in her presence, his wicked side was more prominent than any other. ❝ oh... this one, in particular, you know... sonus... ❞ it was with care [ although he did not seem that cautious ] that he grabbed one of the rabbits by the ear, lifting it up with the intention of examining the succulent meat under a mantle of fur. ❝ this one is chunky enough to serve its purpose. dinner time is comin'. ❞ the last sentence came in a chant as if he was brimmed with delight for what awaited him that night, as though he truly had the intention to feast on that little animal. and it was with that faux purpose he had that he pivoted on his bare feet and delved further into his house, glancing at her with a flashy smirk. ❝ you can leave the other in my room, if you want. one might not suffice... you have not been feeding me properly, sonus. your fault, i suppose. ❞
unprompted ask // always accepting !!
❝ do you remember any lullaby from when you were a child? back home, lullabies and similar melodies were really important... they were religiously passed down from generation to generation and each mother and father would then add a line or two, so every family had very unique and personal songs. ❞ a titter, mischievous in its performance and lilt. ❝ of course, some lullabies were better and made more sense than others... but i always thought that this was a really beautiful tradition. ❞ ( @halcyonies )
from her query came the bounty of diversity and the plants of his memories rose toward the sun of nostalgia, showing off their petals as if they were in a carnival parade. a barely-there beam showcased beneath the scars of his wars and there was a peaceful balance for a moment, when the memories brimmed with joy, mirth and happiness found each other ⸻ the wild garden becoming more pleasing to the eye of his soul. the detached heartache, however, that which has become lost in the vast space of logic alone, a desire to dominate the pieces lost with his father's disappearance, overwhelmed his mind and become a destruction of what was so natural. there was thus a frown upon his forehead, the sand of his rebel hair yearning to hide it but failing to do so.
his despondency came as tame cloudlets, clouds that promise withered petal-rain, clouds that reminded him he was broken even if he had showed the world that he had gained the reins of his life. as his golden spheres met the gaze of benevolence, the sweet chant of peace, the epitome of what was graceful, unique... especial, he could only stare at lineaments so different from his, wondering how she could ooze such altruism, when she could exude so much compassion towards someone she had no affiliation to. ❝ i don't remember. ❞ his vox was just a tone above what could be audible, still swimming in the sea of his thoughts, facing the wrathful waves of his own anger, attempting to overcome the furious currents. ❝ i don't ⸻ i don't particularly have a good childhood. even if i want to remember... i can only recall difficult moments in my life. ❞
she felt the safest haven; he had lived enough to see that she was teeming with luscious divintiy. she had built herself into a creature deserving of the wings she had behind her back and he concluded without a single droplet of doubt ⸻ she had earned every good thing he would bring her way. ❝ do you remember yours? do you still chant them today? ❞ the magic of her soul reflected the abundance of a loving home and for some reason he wanted to indulge in the past that solely belonged to her. ❝ it's indeed a beautiful tradition... i cannot say we have it here, but i can say that many children find peace through their parent's vocals. even today, my independence withers when i see my mother... her voice soothes my soul and appeases my heart. she really is my asylum. ❞
