#matrcmortc

[seetheirsoul-a]

      ❛  could you ... show me that AGAIN, mother?  ❜ there is a hesitance in his voice that he HOPES is not mistaken for weakness, for FEAR. such things are not tolerated even in these private moments of quiet shared between them where she teaches him to hone his magic and instrument. 

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[onibred]

    the sense of dread is overwhelming. one that is considered taboo for a being of his ilk. yet the weight of it has his feet kicking out the pedal of the borrowed motorcycle, the bike’s engines fading to a deadly silence only followed by a croak that breaks him out of his daze. crimson scarf uncontrollably billowing against the violent summer breeze.

    the sensation of the device vibrating against his pocket is persistent to get attention. claws dipping into the soft layers of cotton fabric AKU pulls out his phone, reading the fifty two unread messages of a terribly compiled poem expressing hurt, sadness, and anger. mostly anger. uncertainty isn’t present as he types the following words. but as soon as he sends them he feels nothing but regret.

[ text ] move on, woman.

message sent to akane...

✖. ❛ @matrcmortc `

[tigersteeth]

The scent of smoldering ashes.

She can’t handle it this time.

Even after retreating, the scent lingers. It’s on her skin again. It’s under her skin again. She remembers the heat, the burning, the screaming– the excruciating, white-hot pain that tore through her body. Never before had she felt so close to death. But she lived, painfully, forced to burn along with the others so that she may be marked.

And that way she remained, and has still. Her skin is a permanent reminder–never shall she forget what she has endured. She hugs her arms to her chest, fingers pressed onto now fading scars. The ashes live beneath her skin, and in her heart, the flame still burns.

She will never forget.

[seetheirsoul-a]

SAVE ME - REVERSE

      his heart pounds in his chest when ashi springs forward to ATTACK him. unlike his mother he'd been trying his best not to touch her, not to come NEAR her, even. he is only after the samurai. let his MOTHER do what he will to the girl he once called sister. when a blade is used to slash at his shoulder he drops his sword in surprise. his eyes desperately look around their make shift battlefield for their HIS mother. a sigh of relief passes his lips when he sees her pushing herself from the ground UNHARMED and alive.

        he only has this moment of reprieve before he is on the defense from ashi once more. it is unthinkable for her to do such a thing to him. not to cause him PAIN, they'd been forced to do battle against one another since they were children. it is the intent behind this. she is TRYING to hurt him beyond training, beyond HAVING to. for the sake of the samurai she goes against her family. she BETRAYS the memories of their other sisters by standing in his way. 

      the word for this kind of pain evades him. every part of him screams with SOMETHING. his distress will be his undoing and ashi's perfect opening. it is this moment of WEAKNESS that allows her to pin him to the ground and press his OWN sword to his throat. looking into her eyes in that moment, he's truly not sure whether or not she will KILL him. he never gets the chance to find out before ashi is ripped away from him.

        kubo cannot see his mother's face in the second she holds ashi and throws his sword back to him. for once he doesn't want to: DISAPPOINTMENT at his hesitation would surely be written across it. it is with a SAVAGE sense of glee that he rushes for the samurai once again. he will not fail where ALL his sisters had. he will not fail their purpose. he will not fail their MOTHER. 

                                           ❛  the samurai dies today!  ❜

send save me for my muse to save yours //accepting