#kakusareta

[foundwild]

❛  do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different between us?  ❜ / @kakusareta

the question gives her pause, a brow raised over the rim of her glasses. nari's head turns to face ayari, lips pursed in thought as she examines the other girl intently. ( she had to wonder what she means -- sure, the idea of dating your client isn't exactly... moral, but. they aren't breaking any real rules. nari has plenty of clients -- plenty of people she helps. ayari just happens to be one of them. no harm, no foul. )

reaching out, nari rests her hand atop the other woman's, giving her palm a slight squeeze. ❛ no, ❜ she admits honestly, shrugging a shoulder as she speaks. ❛ i don't think about things like that -- it's a waste of time to wonder what could and should and would happen, because the truth is? none of them matter. what matters is the present. and in the present, ❜ she leans in, drops her voice to a whisper, ❛ i have you. in my opinion, that's all that matters. ❜ quickly pressing a kiss to her cheek, nari pulls back, focuses on her work once more.

❛ do me a favor and review these for me, ❜ she says with ease, sliding some paperwork towards her girlfriend without blinking.

[9thform]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒/𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒.   /   “There’s nothing to worry about.”   /   @kakusareta​

                            and  perhaps there  wasn’t  –––  but  it  would  be  foolish  of  him  to  ignore  any  potential  dangers, lurking  within  the  folds,  cuts,  and  creases of  injuries.  of  course,  it  was  merely him  fretting  over  her  knocking her  head  on  something  –––  but  an  injury  was  an  injury! he  would  never  ignore  anything of  that  regard, great  or  small!

gently,  a  thumb  brushes  near  the  slight  graze.

“––––aha!  i  appreciate  the  need to pull  your  attention to  greater  matters,”  a  pause,  as  he  pulls  out  a  small  dressing, “–––but  sometimes  the  wisest  choice  lies  in  assisting  others!”

and  then,  a  smile, as  he  places the  dressing  over  the  graze.

“–––it  is  not  much,  but  i  hope  this  helps  you!”

[lepidjester]

the kakusareta, an open species of mine. if you make one, be sure to tag me and/or use the hashtag #kakusareta so i can see it!! 💛

[foundwild]

there's a quiet hum that floats over her apartment, pen tapping gently against her notebook. to her right, @kakusareta leans gently on her shoulder -- like this, ayari looks so soft. almost unrecognizable from the way she was a mere thirty minutes ago. a quiet giggle passes her lips, and nari leans down, presses her lips to her forehead in a gentle act of intimacy. ❛ you're not falling asleep on me, are you? ❜ she teases, brow raised. ( ♥︎ )

[ignisfate]

California... America. Somehow this was more terrifying than anything Jiro had ever faced before. Women, dressed in all sorts of manners, men with flamboyant mannerisms... and there was Jiro. Wings out, long green clothing on that covered nearly all parts of his body, and surely was too damn warm for the weather he was walking in. Not to mention the large wooden red beads that rested around his neck...

He stuck out like a fucking sore thumb. Acutely aware of the stares he gained as he walked through the streets and eventually along the boardwalk, Jiro studiously ignored them in favor of finding someplace he could stay.

Surely there was sanctuary somewhere.

[rapknives]

' that practice was ah-maze-ing ! ' a wide smile crosses over her features as she grabs hold of ayari's hands and gives them a squeeze as she jumps a little in place. ' you have to show me those moves again. i want to make sure i can copy them exactly ! '

@kakusareta

[9thform]

𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄? 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒!   /   “i am someone who did not die when they should of.  sometimes i wish i did.”   /   @kakusareta​​

                            and  perhaps this  statement  hit  a  little too  close  to  home.  there  were  days  kept  behind him,  where  he  simply  wondered what  was  wrapped so  tightly  around his  existence  –––  WHAT  WAS  SO  SPECIAL ABOUT  HIM?  –––  to  have  made  the  world  decide  it  was  not  his  time  yet.

sometimes  he  wondered,  what  made  his  life  worth  living  over  others?  were  there  not  thousands  of  demon  slayers who  had  died  so  suddenly? did  they  not  deserve  to  live,  too?  underlying  guilt  at  surviving akaza  itched  at  him  –––  and  it  was  as  he  scratches idly  at  his  skin,  he  comes  to  find  a  response.

“–––for  what  it  is  worth,  i  am  glad  you  did  not,”  his  voice  was  less  than  booming  –  gentle  and  sweet.  as  his  next  words  come,  he  signs  along  with  them.

“–––your  life  is  vibrant –  it  makes  others  happy,” it  makes  so  many  happy,  to  see  you  every  now  and  again, “–––if  death  has  not  taken  you,  your  work  is  not  over.  you  must  keep  going.”

“–––so  please, hold  your  head  up  high,” and  then,  his  lips  part  into  his  grin,  “–––you have  survived  hardship, and  heartache,  and  now  the  world  gets  to  experience you  for  another day.”

“–––another day,  then  another...”

“–––and  there  will  always  be  someone  who  is  thankful  for  that.”

[rabbitprose]

𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   /   ❝i don’t want to leave yet.❞ / demon verse.   /   @kakusareta​

                            and  colourful  hues  rest  on  her  for  a  little  longer  –––  truly,  she  was  a  curious  soul.  never  begged  once  for  her  life,  nor  called  upon  him  to  save  her.  he’d  pulled every  trick  in  the  book,  and  still,  she  did  not  bend.  not  once,  not  ever.

“––––we  can  stay  as  long  as  you  like,” he  decides  to  compromise.  if  anything,  perhaps he  was  bending to  her.

“–––i’ll  make  sure  nobody comes  near,  just  for  you.”