#inchar.

[idolworship]

“  oh !   that’s okay.   we just need a rhythm guitarist,  so ...  ” @m-11o

[flowerbreathing]

[ @uppertwo: ] i don't wanna hear another word out of your mouth.

" why? are my words cutting too deep? " a smile cuts across her expression like the jagged end of a knife, twisted into a mocking sneer. sweat drips down her forehead, every fiber of her being buzzing with adrenaline, every muscle in her body poised to strike. kanao laughs, derisive, and it's an ugly and hateful sound, like rising bile. just looking at this pathetic creature makes her stomach churn like she's swallowed a swarm of wasps. she can feel it now, ripping apart their hive with only her fingernails and tore their wings from their bodies.

she takes a step further, closing the distance between the two of them, fearless. he's so close now that she could easily drop her blade to the floor, listen to its sharp clatter against the ground, and reach out and grab him. she wants to shake him, scream in his face and let the hot tears drip down her face as she asks, begs — no, demands her sisters back. for every single innocent life he's claimed, for every single moment shinobu nee-san spent languishing, stewing in her single-minded hatred. kanao understands now: shinobu's life ended with kanae's, and it only took this long for her body to catch up. there's nothing that remains of her now but her butterfly hair clip and those happy memories that she holds so close to her heart.

it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair. she wants her sisters back. she wants to feel the warmth of their strong arms wrapped around her in a gentle embrace, to hear the frantic thrum of their heartbeat, to hold their faces in her hands and say, " i understand now! i love you! i'll protect you! we'll go home together! we'll be a normal family, just us three! "

but as much as she wants it, and she wants it with every bit of her being, so much she could die... she'll never have it. and it's his fault. it's all his fault. does he even realize what he's robbed her of? could he ever even understand? an empty, wretched, soulless beast like douma?

another step. " no, i'll talk as much as i like. you can listen to me remind you of how worthless your existence is as you choke on your own blood and die by my hands. "

she closes her eyes. i'll avenge you, sisters.

[lorulaen]

lay down your sword , and i'll lay down mine .

encounters are an amusing thing. throughout her journey, she has met many different people. some has left everlasting impressions on her, others have been fleeting, forgotten after minutes. yet, they have all been meaningful in some way, taught her a few thing, made her reflect on her own philosophy. in turn, hilda hopes she has left a similar impression on them.

the situation she finds herself in shows one of those moments. swords drawn, eyes pinned on each other and none of them seemed to give in any time soon. hilda was hoping her exhaustion was not showing as much as she felt it. the terrain an unfamiliar place to her, it had taken more energy out of her to keep from fainting, and she felt her magical powers were at its limits. after walking for what had felt like days, reality and illusion had started to blend. she was not sure of what, or who, she saw anymore. it had happened so fast, hilda barely had time to react, when the woman before her appeared. the golden sands had been a strain to her eyes, shining all around, like the eyes who were piercing info her own. it appeared to shine more as the time went by. you can't lose focus. her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword, its blade sharp in the sunlight.

“ i bring you no harm. ” the words leaving her lips far better than she hoped, the strain barely even noticable. a promise in the words, she still does not lower her weapon. “ i was just passing through. now, move. ”

❙      prompt.     ⸝⸝     accepting.

[laihee]

     “Well, maybe you should stay outta of the way.”

[imijere-blog]

open;

 ”That you managed to get passed my friends is no surprise. They can fend for themselves, but they’re not like me. And, yet, in some ways, were alike. What brings you here?”

[idolworship]

when 👏🏻 is 👏🏻 our 👏🏻 collab 👏🏻

a thoughtful hum,  before reika breaks out in a grin.     “  if you think you can keep up,  then by all means,  ”     is her cheery reply,  nudging minako in the side before she goes to take a seat at the piano.

“  name a song.   any song.   the only requirement is that i have to know how to play it,  ”     she snorts.