#hesitxntgenius

[ranseiheart]

@hesitxntgenius @kozarukun

you’re both getting enveloped in a big hug. hide better watch his neck though if he tries anything, she’s got that arm right there.

[ranseiuniter-archive]

@hesitxntgenius

    “W-With all due respect, don’t you have things you should be doing in Ignis...?” He was starting to understand why Hiroko seemed to be so frustrated with Hanbei half the time. He really was good at grinding on peoples’ nerves.

[kozarukun]

thROWS THAT WOUNDED SYMBOL @ YOUR FACE

Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle. GOOD SHIT glacie good shit

Well, they’d won. That was something.

Small fires still dotted the landscape, but they’d mostly been smothered by the rains moving in from the south. It helped wash away the stench, too, burning flesh and hair, rotting corpses. It was the biggest impression one would ever get fighting Ignis: they fought like demons with the passion of Hell’s fire.

But once the fighting was done? When all that was left to do was sink back into the abyss they’ve crawled out of? No one could bear witness to that. It was their time to heal.

Hideyoshi was always a wreck after battle. He was the last one there, counting the dead, gathering their things for families, organizing tropes back home for a warm meal and warming bottle of sake.

Today he was nowhere to be found. 

His absence was noticed fairly early on, but wasn’t a concern until the sun had started to stretch into evening. He’d always appeared by then. 

Of course Kanbei had gone off to look for him first, instructing Hanbei to wait in the clearer part of the field. And, of course, Hanbei didn’t listen. When did he ever listen?

Turns out it was the best thing he could have done that day.

Hidden among the ashes of a burned building the Warlord laid, for once in his life unable to be a loud, attention drawing nuisance. Fire and ash had stripped his throat of voice and by the time any sound had returned he was too tired to yell. So tired of everything.

The most he managed was a soft grunt when someone kicked him on accident.

“Han?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but loud enough to hear in the forgotten corner of the battlefield. Hideyoshi reached out to grab his ankle for good measure. Hopefully it didn’t scare the poor guy out of his skin. 

“Han, you alright? Where’s Kan?” His hand slipped, something slick keeping his weak grip for holding. It didn’t take him much thought to realize it was blood.

It didn’t, however, click that it was his own. “Han! Hanbei, you’re wounded.” He cried, trying to force himself to sit up. He got a couple inches up before a terrible pain ripped its way up his body, sending him back flat on his back. 

“Wait…that’s mine.” He laughed weakly, struck with just how stupid he must have sounded. “Sorry.”

[aspearbarry]

@hesitxntgenius

“Gosh, how do you guys live here.”

So far in his impromptu (and very unsupervised) tour, he’d been to great green meadows, what looked like a water park, but a trip to a volcanic land sounded awesome! 

Too bad that was just in theory.

“Aren’t you hot? I’m gonna be a puddle by the time I get outta here!”

[kozarukun]

Hideyoshi: My kingdom is like my friends

Hanbei: How?

Hideyoshi: Roasts me

[hxrmonian]

@hesitxntgenius

    What a strange region this was. Even though the Dragon Force was subdued--deeply so, as though the presence of a Balancekeeper had never been felt here--Ciro could still sense something profoundly damaged about it. It gave the sense of an object cracked apart many times and only just now haphazardly patched back together; fragile and scarred. It was disorienting, to say the least. Hoping to familiarize himself with this place a bit more - after all, he wouldn’t very well be able to stay long if just being here made his head hurt - he’d settled down to meditate. However, not even ten minutes later, he became aware of someone standing before him.

    “Oh, am I in your way? I apologize.”

[showstar-blog1]

@hesitxntgenius

“are those lightning bolts on those plates?” his mouth falls open in an ‘o’ in awe as they catch his eyes, the gold design reflecting in pools of brown; though as quickly as his lips part, they’re up and curving into a smile just as fast.

“how coool!” 

he draws out the vowels almost childishly, not caring much with how exaggerated it may seem; he was an actor, so of course such a thing was almost expected from him -- at least that’s what asuza believes. 

“you must be associated with electric-types somehow, hm? neat.”

[wingcdflowcr-blog]

"I can't believe you just did that." He's smiling though.

Terrible Choices

         ❛ Really? It’s something that I do all the time. I mean, those berries were really up high on that tree, and I do have wings. ❜

    Fleur let his wings give a little flutter, holding onto the bag that held the fresh picked berries.