#kunokata

[loveoaths]

@kunokata​ chirped:    ‘ close your eyes. it’s a surprise! ’ ( from smol Kyo to Ruka! He's brought her a few fireflies in a small cage :')) )

light of her life, fire of her heart  —   she brought kyojuro's light into this world. how gracious of him to return the favor.

❛     For me, little flame ? They’re beautiful. Thank you.     ❜  she lifts the carefully constructed bamboo cage to eye-level. through the bars three fireflies glow, their little lights speaking to each other in a language humanity will never comprehend. a whole language, lost on them. but that is the way of the world.  you understand little, and then you die.

death is natural. it is in her body and spreading fast. it is in this woven bamboo cage, wearing the body of a fourth fallen firefly like a winter coat. ruka shifts the cage to peer at the firefly twitching on the bottom of the cage. yellow light flickers dimly; its tiny limbs spasm and curl over and over. the insect drags itself into a corner, inscrutable jeweled eyes peering past ruka to the starry sky behind her. like it is trying to find its way home.

this morning, ruka coughed up blood for the first time. it was only a smattering of rust into her favorite handkerchief, “nothing to get down about yet” the doctor had said, but she’d felt the bars around her closing in. she’s been dying for six months now, but only this morning did it feel real.

she is going to die soon, and she will never see kyojuro, shinjuro, or senjuro again.

ruka flicks open the latch of the cage.

❛     But it isn’t right to cage them. Living things need to be free, or they will die.     ❜   ruka drops the cage to the floor and takes kyojuro’s hands with rare urgency. she pulls him to her chest and holds him tight, pressing her face into the top of his head. he’s nine years old but that newborn scent clings to him impossibly. she could stay here forever inhaling his scent. she wishes she could hug him more without ruining the man she needs him to become.   ❛      Death comes for us all, but we live so we may meet death on our terms. Your fireflies will die in a cage or in the wild, but at least outside they may see the stars one last time. Do you understand, son ? You are my stars.    ❜

[never-surrender]

@kunokata || Shinjuro

"Do whatever the hell you want, just leave me alone!"

Those were the words the elder Rengoku had spoken upon the delivery of his son, severely injured and on the edge of death before turning and retiring outside, fresh bottle of liquor in his hands. No matter what his youngest son tried, no matter the efforts of the healers to approach the man... nothing seemed to work. In a state of constant drunkenness to flat out avoid the realities of his own home right now, Shinjuro used his anger like a shield to the idea of losing his son... if he could be angry then there was no room for grief. No room for the memories of his late wife to resurface..

When the news came, however, that Kyojuro was out of the danger zone, that he was predicted to survive the immense injuries he sustained ... that anger surged with a vengeance. Roaring that it was a lie, knocking people out of his way, he made his way to where his son was being kept, throwing the sliding door open...

Only to be met with the sight of his injured son for the first time. Freezing in the doorway, eyes grew wide with shock, standing for God knows how long before finally approaching... and with a gentle hand laid atop Kyojuro's head, Shinjuro broke. Tears flowing freely, the elder bowed over his son as he wept, feeling something click inside of him that he had been missing for so long. Had he truly been about to let his son die without seeing him?

The following days were rough, there was no doubt about it. Coming down from his addiction was no picnic ... but he was a Rengoku! He could overcome anything! No matter the difficulties, he didn't leave Kyojuro's side again unless absolutely necessary .. and it was by his bedside that he remained until Kyojuro woke...

[viciousbite]

@kunokata asked: ✏ !!!!

Incorrect Quotes Generator Meme

[violetueur-archive]

Understand my ship in 5 minutes — Nicolette and Kyojuro ( @kunokata )

[tvrningout-archived]

“ i’ll hold your heart as it deserves to be.  i’ll protect it to my final breath. “ ( to kaiya :'))) )

a collection of sentence starters | accepting!

     it’s difficult. for so long, kaiya has held onto the belief that she doesn’t deserve happiness. she doesn’t deserve to pursue the things she wants or take a chance at feeling a little less weary when she’s snuffed out so many lights, been the cause for grief and hurt. it doesn’t matter that she wasn’t quite herself at the time -- her actions still led to the deaths of innocents, so her life is no longer her own. it belongs to the innocents she can still help, the slayers who she can aid. her life is to be one of atonement. 

     every happy moment is a blessing that she doesn’t deserve, and she certainly doesn’t deserve kyojuro’s love ( how warm and endless it is, like being embraced by the sun ). he gives it to her anyway, praises her for the strength it takes to admit to her wrongs and try so ardently to atone for them. time and again he wipes the tears that fall too easily and reminds her she is worthy of his love, that she indeed deserves the care and happiness she wants for others, no matter if she’s convinced herself otherwise. 

     it’s difficult, but little by little, he chips away at her stubborn self-loathing. little by little, her heart grows more hopeful, grows further away from idea that she isn’t meant to be happy, and grows closer to believing kyojuro is right. 

     kaiya only smiles in response to her sun’s loving declaration, feeling choked up. she doesn’t want to start crying in front of him again when he’s witnessed more than enough of her tears. kyojuro squeezes her hand as his calloused thumb strokes the back of her hand, and the demoness lets out a shuddering breath. it’s such a small, simple gesture, yet it’s enough to nearly make her crumble. “ i know you will, ” she manages to whisper. then kaiya draws closer, tucking her head beneath his chin and focusing on the sound of his steady heartbeat. his arms wrap around her in an instant, and all the rigidness of her mixed feelings melts away. stories always focus on true love’s kiss, but kaiya wonders why they never focus on the comfort of a lover’s embrace. the way kyojuro holds her is enough to make everything okay for a little while, as if he possesses a magic of his own.

     “ thank you. ” her words are less strained this time, less heavy. her arms tighten around the flame breather. “ thank you. ”

[bigdhashira]

STARES HARDER. @kunokata​

[ofamess]

@kunokata​

            “I ate the best mochi today and now I feel like I over ate, you know what the means?” 

[lunariet-arc]

✉     ⸺     @kunokata​ ​     𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.     ┆     always accepting.

❛❛ I've faced many demons, slayed numerous of them. ❜❜ A glint of curiosity shines upon wide golden hues. ❛❛ But you're a demon like no other, who are you? ❜❜ ( for your Inaba demon bby- i hope that's okay!! 🧡 )

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄,   to being suddenly referred to as a demon.        In her defense,   Inaba Rabbit had once been a powerful and benevolent deity who had ultimately decayed and turned into nothing more than a fluffy companion,   but not once had its paws been tainted by either ichor or violence        ⸻        Inaba did not deserve to be labeled such,   and neither did she.        But she was tired of stubbornly repeating these same words over and over again,   only to be ignored and dismissed by those who believed to know her condition more than she did   ;   once the mysterious man addressed her,   Kaguya harbored neither frustration nor annoyance for the words that he had decided to employ.

Corners of camelia - tinted tiers curl upwards into a dulcet simper and the moon - incarnate instinctively raises her hands in front of her frame to silently declare the absence of belligerent intentions.        ❝   You may call me Kaguya.        I SWEAR THAT I MEAN NO HARM,   to neither you nor the people of the nearby village.        I am simply traveling through the land and needed a place where I could momentarily rest.   ❞        She knows not whether her words will be able to convince the demon slayer,   but it is worth trying   ;   the prospect of engaging in a fight with him is more than enough to send lines of painful goosebumps across her flesh.        Feathery appendages protectively fold behind her back and she pleads.        ❝   Please,   believe me...   I don’t want to fight you.   ❞