#marusekai

[hanakokyu]

👕 - kanao tugs at her sleeve

attention stollen with a single movement, tug at fabric that has gaze shifting from garden's roots to a small clasped hand. KANAO HOLDS OUT A SMALL HANDHELD SHOVEL AND KANAE SMILES. a free hand coming to ruffle through sleep messed hair.

❝ thanks for bringing me my shovel! say, why don't i teach you some of this? you can help shinobu take care of the garden while i'm away!   ❞

[hanakokyu]

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜ - aza

❝ well, you know what they say.   ❞ idle conversation in a stand still, silent forest. demon long since slayed, enough time for reinforcements and medical to arrive on scene. IT'S FAR FROM THE WORST RECOVERY OPERATION SHE'S EVER SEEN BEFORE. no one's dead, no one's limbs are detached, and no one is urgently dying. they call it a win, in the corps, but kanae feels it to be more of a dual sided concession. [ in a perfect world, no one would die in combat. issues would be solved without violence, or at the very least, without bloodshed. ] that perfect world lives in her mind and her mind alone. her hands are gentle as they patch bandages to an injured side, warm in the sunlight. ❝ dying is easy. living is harder. they're kind of right, huh?   ❞

[koikiken]

“ ... ... do you remember the day that we met , renji - kun ? ” her back is turned , she is looking away from him : moss - colored pools fell into a daydream / gaze rested upon the horizon . such a pretty sunset . still so early in the evening , but the crickets could be heard readying their instruments for tonight's score . the cicadas had retired their singing for the most part . cool breeze tangled itself between locks of pink and green , grazed pale skin and left behind trails of goosebumps . “ i do . as if it were just yesterday . ” ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ @marusekai ♡

[koikiken]

🫂 - kagaya hugs his children

　𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 🫂 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 : ACCEPTING !

she welcomed his embrace despite stiff arms : hesitation , the fear of disrespecting their master in such a personal manner , as if he hasn't always acted in such affectionate ways towards the lot of them . mitsuri quickly relaxed , lifted her arms to return the gesture , and squeezed him tight !! she  adored  hugs  . she believed them to be healing⎯⎯⎯⎯ nourishing ! even . they were something everyone could use more of / give more of . cheeks akin to the petals of a rose rested against his haori , LOVE closed her eyes as a way to cherish the moment , the present . master kagaya's hugs deviated from what she has known : her father embraced her and her siblings in the way that seemed to sweep one up and away , as if into the mountains , safe from the world below . the master's felt different . warmer . enveloping . but both had a sense protectiveness , it would seem , that could only be shared by fathers for daughters . it made her miss home , and feel at home , all at once . “ please continue to take care of yourself , @marusekai ... ... anything you need , you shall have it !! just say the words , we'll sure of it ! ”