#kinu.

[seai]

                         “     my body that wakes up with your heartbeat,      is something i got used to.    “                 ham,       @fuyao  (sinbad)

[seai]

📂 gimme ten

             hasu often makes 'fucked up punch' on fridays and sometimes tuesdays. the punch consists of: ten cans of lemon sour, three bags of sour patch watermelon, two cups of the liquid she sometimes sees leaking out of her fridge, lemon juice or pineapple, and peeps... if the peeps look like they're drowning, then it's called 'oh god i'm a murderer supreme'

                sleep has no effect on io, they must always get busy doing something... and once they have nothing to do, their thoughts pin back to those days.. all they can hear is the sound of bones crushing and snapping until they're distorted. it's a haunting sound, they can't ignore it.

             tae has a youtube channel where he often posts piano covers, nintendogs gameplay, and occasionally the very rare videos of him singing... they usually get hidden though.

              it took yuuta four months to remember the direction of the recording studio... and almost a year to remember how to get home from the closest konbini without calling goushi or tatsu to pick him up. it distressed yuuta so much to the point where he carried a miniature map with him everywhere he went... and he still got lost!

             chuya doesn't have a sense of taste.. or the closest things they can taste is unseasoned raw meat. even while chuya was a fish, she never 'tasted' anything, everything was the same... upon coming to the surface, the very first thing she ate was a vanilla ice cream cone... she prayed that it would taste different, as she saw humans on the pier enjoying it... it tasted like nothing.

            hyesung's irezumi is of a kitsune leaping with an open mouth, showing its fangs surrounded by wispy clouds with fire all around below that eventually becomes maple leaves ... covering it up is of most importance to him. on his left arm is of large yellow and red peonies behind black flames.

             haiyan's clinic is very small and run down... even his old clinic before the fire in little asia was like this. the neon lights are almost always dead, blinking before eventually turning off... haiyan before had to jump to smack it to make it work again, but now he doesn't care.. people know him well and were even sometimes saved by him, he doesn't need to make himself noticeable...

            kinu doesn't like chocolate, even white or milk chocolate will make her gag... it's the same situation for people who try cheese for the first time and gag due to it.. it's unfamiliar, it tastes strange.. she can never get used to it and avoids it like the plague.

          willow's duties at libra vary... she's the secretary, but also a working member who often goes to resolve problems on the side. but more than often, when it comes to handling paperwork to steven or klaus? 9/10 she forgets to print out the documents and only hands out blank pieces of paper... technology isn't her strong suit.

           ena is the type of mushi to be separated from others... it does not strive on being with its kind, but rather humans who wander into paradise, taking their energy as they stay hidden, as if ena is a large cloak hiding people inside. to survive is what all living things desire...

[seai]

                              what  form  of  love  do  you  embody  ?               naoki    &.    kinu

naoki.

                    love as tenderness:             [ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ]     when ocean vuong said     " sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined "    and when pablo neruda said      " like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar "    and when anais mitchell wrote    " all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too ”     

kinu.

                    love as being known:             [ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ]      when tim kreider said      " if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known "    and when joe wright said     " The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future "     and when micah nemerever said       " it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly "

                 tagged by:         @realmjumps   &    @garoette    (kisses u both)                  tagging:       idk who hasnt done this yet.... so do it as a treat! <3

[seai]

                     “      mama,      spend some time with me...      you’re not that busy,    yeah?     “          her tone,    wispful with alcohol,     budding against tongue and with a viridescent gaze,     serpent - like...      kinu finds it difficult to confide in someone,     but perhaps she is different.       yes,    much different...                  @chteru

[seai]

                                  “      show me the pattern of your walls you keep from the world...     you decorate with mannerisms,     and speak with an antique tongue.     “                 tenant,      @kyuseshu

[seai]

                         “     but it'll take me before i get the chance to,        dig in my teeth.       “               the bottom,     @hierum  (  jacques.  )     

[seai]

09:        a  kiss  to  prove  a  point .                     @raikien

                          the truth is a rule to bend,     a ruse to the past...      just to lay with the woman in white, rustled sheets,    with bare shoulders and rose - kissed lips,      with scars and cicatrices linger that upon delicate flesh,     like inscriptions of a sacred salvation.       yet,    there’s a time where divine retribution comes to meet lies,    it’s suffocating and yet it's sweet satisfaction from the truth,     welcoming heliotropes on a grave.     her hand laced within the shogun’s,    covet ideals breathe around them,     and they echo hymns of a mistress and a eternal god together.         but such is a gaze of the willows above,     staring at violaceous skies riddled with lightning...       “     do you hate me?    “      you lied to me.         “     are we over?     “        yet i’ve always known.       “     i suppose i’ve gotten too soft for you.     “       ...                                   it’s those words that are dripped from lips,     soothe a melody of shuffled covers,      soft sounds,      now silent.         now their reticence is stifling,      a rift in captivated tongues.        what are you thinking?       if i were to slip into your brain,       swarm and infest like maggots,      make a home in the very crevices and folds...       what would i find?       she’s knelt in front of them,        chest to chest,       sweat glistens like stars above...       what would i find?        “     you need me within your proximity.    “         perhaps it’s a declaration,        with gentle hands linger on their skin.       along soft curves and details of a past long gone,       till they meet around her neck,      one to brush thumb against the warmth of cheeks...             soon her slow kiss once again is on baal’s lips,      her name on her tongue that breaches,       her love potent.       as kinu parts,      once more...      a point proven,      a pact bestowed.                              “      you need me.    “              as i need you.

[seai]

                    “        you blew to me,      and then you disappeared.      “               bay city,      @diwaen