#heartprintflowers

[thebluexorcist]

recovery

 @heartprintflowers, @salarymanexorcist

Rin didn’t bother with entering through the supply shop proper; with all the chaos going on, he was sure it was packed to the brim with Exorcists, and that was the last thing any of them needed right now. He barged through the garden gate instead, breaching the barrier without so much as a twitch and rushing to the door of Shiemi’s garden shed. Unable to knock because he was carrying Yukio, he kicked the door with a shaking foot instead.

The twins were a nightmarish sight to behold; both of them were pale, shaking, and absolutely covered in blood. Even Rin’s hair was covered with the stuff, stark red against the pale white strands. “Sh-Shiemi, Yukio’s hurt—”

I hurt him. I did this to him. The only thing keeping the guilt from suffocating him was the feeling of Yukio in his arms; as long as Yukio was alive, safe, and with him, Rin could live with himself.

“Satan’s gone, but s-so is his eye, and I— I tried to stop the bleeding and I couldn’t,” he said, close to tears. His demon half had clearly tried to burn the wound shut, but he hadn’t been very successful if the amount of bleeding was anything to go by.

[blueforestfires]

Homesick

@heartprintflowers

He’d been looking forward to seeing Shiemi’s garden again ever since she’d breached the topic while he was still in the hospital; Rin had only been kept there for a few days, but he’d spent every moment impatiently waiting for freedom. The place was filled with bright lights, strong chemical smells, and staff that wanted just as little to do with Rin as he wanted with them. He was glad to be out, and glad to be with Shiemi.

...So why did he feel so upset?

He should have been happy to see flowers and trees again after so long, but instead there was a lump in his throat and he found himself unable to focus on anything Shiemi was telling him. "I-I’m sorry, Shiemi-chan, I... I didn’t catch that,” he mumbled, looking guilty; his hearing was superior to any human’s, so this was entirely his fault for not paying attention. Some friend he was.

“I must still be recovering,” he said mostly to himself, running a hand through his hair. It would take a while before he was himself again, that was all. He’d feel ‘off’ in a similar way after attacks back in his forest—

Rin inhaled sharply as he felt a strange zap in his chest at the thought. It was over just as soon as it started, almost like when his brother’s touch would shock him on a particularly dry, cold day. To his embarrassment, he felt a few tears spring to his eyes that were quickly brushed away. “S-Sorry...”

[thebluexorcist]

Times Past

@heartprintflowers

The worst part of being half-demon was being expected to do all of the heavy lifting, Rin thought as he hefted an old mattress onto his shoulder. Normally, he didn’t mind— as an adult demon, he could lift a literal ton without getting tired —but the old house’s attic was unbearably stuffy, and the mattress was bulky and more than a little gross. He put down the mattress closer to the stairs to the attic, sighing when he realized the mattress would be a pain to dispose of like his wife wanted. What was Shiemi’s very traditional house doing with a huge Western mattress, anyways?

He glanced around the cramped attic when a small shoebox with worn corners that had been hidden under the mattress caught his eye. On the top, ‘For Scrapbook’ was written neatly in what Rin recognized immediately as Shiemi’s handwriting. Eager for an excuse for a break, Rin grabbed the box and headed downstairs in search of his wife.

“Look what I found upstairs!” Rin said in a singsong voice, tail swishing behind him. It was tempting to open the box now to try to find all the embarrassing baby pictures he could, but he managed to resist the temptation. “Since when do you have a scrapbook?”

[thebluexorcist]

atrophia

@heartprintflowers

Trying to act normal wasn’t working. He could ignore the burning pain in his lungs and throughout his body, he could suppress the coughing as much as possible— but he couldn’t suppress it entirely, and there was no way to hide the sallow, sickly tone his skin had taken on. Shiemi had clearly noticed something was wrong from the minute she’d first seen him today, and Rin had no choice but to tell her. But how?

“...I think I’m burning through my body,” he said, hoarse and miserable. “Like the Demon Kings do. The way Satan goes through his vessels.” The image of his father bleeding from his eyes and nose sprung to his mind unbidden; the thought of things getting worse, of his body slowly falling apart the way his father’s had, made Rin feel sick to his stomach in a way the pain had previously been unable to accomplish. “I-I don’t know what to do, Shiemi...” 

[thebluexorcist]

It's A Date

[from heartprintflowers]

{Inbox}

{From:} Shiemi

{Subject:}date

[11:35] We’re still going to the amusement park today, right? Put a bow on your tail, please? For me? 

Rin's face turned pink as he read the message, tail flicking behind him.

{From:} Rin

{Subject:} Re: Date

[11:37] Yeah, we're still going. Um... why a bow?