#itorisen

[ardenssolis]

@itorisen said (inbox):

bonks our noggins i think ur great shi & i think ozy's great too smacks love on ur forehead

[HELLO? YOU’RE THE GREAT ONE YASU WTH. Me holding up Koto and all your muses like Simba. I love them and u :blush: -smothers you in 44354353 heart emojis- Your brain? Gigantic. Feed me all ur headcanons and writing pls.]

[ardenssolis]

@itorisen said (inbox):

❛❛ Isn't it odd ? So much are in the palms. ❜❜ A draw of fingers along his palms , as her hand releases her hold but keeps it close. From each digit , her fingers dance across his as words come. ❛❛ Memories. ❜❜ The index. ❛❛ Desire. ❜❜ The middle finger. ❛❛ Hopes. ❜❜ The ring finger. ❛❛ Heart. ❜❜ The pinky. ❛❛ Love. ❜❜ The thumb. Slowly , she smiles to him again , a thing of thoughts in her gaze & a gentle sort of laughter. ❛❛ These irreplaceable things are draw in the hands we're given. Isn't that beautiful ? ❜❜ Slowly , lashes fall shut & into his side , she presses , shoulders relaxing at his presence. ❛❛ Thank you for always listening to my silly rambles , Ramses. I know I must sound so weird sometimes but , I'm glad there's someone willing to hear me out. ❜❜

     ❝DO NOT TELL ME that you are a palm reader now, Koto.❞ He was teasing, though there was actual curiosity in that question if one truly listened. It was said that seers could read the lines on another’s palm, finding out how long they would live, whether they would have a wonderful love life, whether they would find success… He never understood how anyone could gleam that much from mere lines on a palm, but perhaps that was outside of his scope of understanding in the same way he could never understand how writers looked at the world and created a plethora of stories. Huffing softly at her words, he turned his attention back to the vast lake before them and its sparkling surface. ❝I am amused how it is hands that hold your attention whereas with me, it is the eyes. Then again, one can gleam much from such things as well.❞ The roughness of a palm meant one lived a life where they must work, knobby knuckles could represent someone who fought with their fists on a regular, callouses in certain parts could represent the tool they used be it bow or something as different as plucking the strings of a harp.

     Humans were such fascinating beings.

     ❝Mmm…you do sound odd, yes, but at least it helps stem the monotony of the days. You need not thank me for something as simple as merely listening.❞ He felt her weight against him, her shoulder pressing against his and vaguely wondered if Koto would wind up falling asleep to the soft chirping of birds or the soft swaying of wisteria branches. He wouldn’t blame her if she did. Even he felt at peace enough to want to close his eyes as well. ❝So, if you desire, say whatever comes to mind. I will continue to hear you.❞

[zangyo]

@itorisen said (inbox):

koto just lays her head on his lap , already beginning to drift off , all curled up under his suit coat like a cat. she's thriving , living her best life.

     SOMETIMES KOTO WAS A raccoon, sometimes she was a cat... In this instance, it seemed she was the latter rather than the former. The mental image was enough to earn a slight hint of a smirk from him, amusement contained and ready to be hidden the moment that she so much as caught a glimpse of it. He need not worry about that, though. Koto was far too exhausted from today's activities to care much about anything aside from napping away. ❝What am I to do with you?❞ he asked to none in particular, fingers drifting through blonde locks for a moment before he leaned back against his seat and took out a book to read. Best make himself comfortable since he wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon.

[ardenssolis]

@itorisen said (inbox):

Koto very gently holds his hand and gives it a small squeeze , runs her thumb over the ridges of his knuckles and smiles warmly at him.

     WHAT WAS THIS FOR? That was a question he found himself asking quite a bit when it came to Koto. Why did she do half the things she did? What was the point of it all? Was there some motive? He doubted such was the case for the latter, but even so…he, quite often, was at a loss as to how to explain a great deal of the Saber’s more whimsical moments. Like now…what had prompted this handholding? He blinked, looking from her to their hands and frowning curiously. Affectionate gestures like this always escaped his understanding. Someone always wanted something and things were not just given or offered without desire for something else in turn, but he couldn’t recall a time that Koto had ever wanted anything more. Perplexing. It was all so perplexing.  

[nvrcmplt]

gIVES U BIG KITH

[darabeatha]

 ❝ Goddamnit you sure fucking suck at this― are you making it on purpose? lift the camera up dufus ❞  /  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 : @itorisen​

[maledictus-maleficus]

@itorisen sent: koto sprays him with a spray bottle like one would an evil cat

        " ... " He just stands there in perplexed silence after being soaked. 

        " If you wanted to make me wet, there are easier ways, Ko-to~ " And he's back to normal.

[guhamun]

@itorisen said (inbox):

koto's just going to scoot into tomoe's space & plop her head against her shoulder. nap time !

     ❝HM?❞ TOMOE BLINKED, TAKEN aback for a moment by the feeling of another’s head upon her shoulder, although upon seeing it was Koto, her gaze softened fondly. They were all allies in their request to save the world, of course (well – some Servants were…questionable but they were allies nonetheless), but there was a great deal of trust in warriors lowering their guard with another. ❝Tired?❞ she asked gently, her words soft like a gentle breeze so not to disturb the Saber as she attempted to allow her mind to drift off into Sleep’s embrace. ❝Rest well, Unkaku-san.❞ She lifted her hand for a moment, carefully moving a lock of hair from Koto’s face before looking away and allowing her eyes to take in the sight before her – the slow trek of clouds against the crystal surface of a beautiful lake.