#icebcrnquirk

[run-muse-dot-exe]

@icebcrnquirk asked:

"So...l guess we're supposed to be cousins, huh?

"Hm? And you are…?"

Well, it was certainly clear which side this stranger hailed from— honestly, whoever this was was the spitting image of her mother. Down to the eyelashes…. Fuyumi was almost jealous.

"S-sorry, I haven't been to the main estate in ages, I don't remember your name…"

[titlacahuans]

@icebcrnquirk

"Have you been feeling alright lately?"

for Chitose

Concerned sentences.

"Dear oh dear, do I look that bad?"

Make up could do for the bruises and cuts on her face, but the burns over all her body were only be covered by white bandages, as well as the cast around one of her legs. Yet, it didn't diminish her mood in the slightest, wound would heal in its due time, and the end of the fight had brought new promising tides not even she expected.

"Now, hear me Geten, this can serve as a learning experience as well." a battered hand gently pats the covers at her side, her other brushes back her hair from her face, kept perfectly neat and lustrous, "Strength is always meaningful, you know that already, but then so are appearances as well. No one will respect a commander whom looks as though they're about to faint, and a lack of respect means a lack of loyalty. Thus even when you're at your lowest, injured or burdened by something else, it is important to at least keep your front instant. Your appearance and your attitude are things you can always control. Look at me, am I in excruciating pain and mildly drugged? Yes indeed, but do I look worried or troubled? Never, a good reporter keeps her cool even in a warzone."

[titlacahuans]

@icebcrnquirk

you're the only person who knows the real me. for dad-destro

Pre established connections.

Oh how such simple words clench his heart in a tight fist for two very different reasons. The weight of Geten's trust is only equal to Rikiya's own, a honorable yet weighty responsibility which makes him see things in different perspectives. He's touched, of course, utmost grateful, yet— there's the part of himself that cannot help but to worry as well, the same one which pushes him to place his hands on the young man's shoulders and squeeze reassuringly.

"Geten. You know how proud I am of you, don't you?" he hoped so, he would remember to remind him every day if it he thought it would help, "You are everything I wished you would be, and even more." Yet— yet, "Which is why I need to ask something of you, something which might seem difficult at first, but I do only having your best interest in mind: I need you to branch out, not as member of the Front, but as a young man with a whole promising future ahead of him. Make friends, meet people, maybe fall in love. I am not the only person who will be able to see you for who you are, and I should not be. Do you think you could do that for me?"

[blonddynamite]

"Bureaucrats don't scare me."

Politician Sentences, Vol. 3

"Scaring you has never been the goal." All Might replied, his tone level and serious as he maintained an even pace, slowly pushing the villain back by encroaching upon his space.

"You can do whatever you like, and you may believe whatever you want to believe- but there are consequences for your actions. And you had best also believe that as long as you aim to cause chaos and destruction for the good citizens of Japan, I will be here to ensure your efforts are never successful."

[heterochromatica]

"Soooo...." He shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. "I guess you're my cousin?"

The overall awkwardness is felt mutually. Shoto doesn't know anything about his immediate family, let alone extended. Especially his mothers side of the whole ordeal is entirely unknown to him. They never talked about it, they never visited, they never called. Truth be told, that man is a stranger to him. He's not even certain he remembers his name.

"Uhm... I guess so?" his reply doesn't imply rude intentions and there is nothing outright dismissive about it, he just genuinely doesn't know what else to say.