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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒     ⸻     @moonjiros​​​   :

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑,   the day after the accident.   few are the remembrances that she is capable of deliberately awakening from the profundity of her scarred mind,   for these blurred and achromatic fragments are prone to returning to her only under the shape of grotesque nightmares and bone - chilling terrors.   but there is something that she still remembers   ...   she remembers the kind voice of an equally kind woman,   she remembers the fleeting weight of a gentle hand pressed ‘pon her aching shoulder as she stared through empty and sentimentally dead eyes outside of the window,   to that empty hospital square where two coffins were being carefully settled within a car much bigger and darker than any she had seen before.   𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚,   had the woman whispered against the numbed ears of the mourning orphan,   𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘒𝘠 𝘈𝘓𝘚𝘖 𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚.

and even though minako has long since discovered that the atmospheric phenomenon of rain has absolutely nothing to do with the melancholy of the dead,   she can’t find it in herself to run away from those cold droplets that descend with unhinged fury from the weeping skies above her head.   after all,   if personas and shadows and even the dark hour all exist in spite of what science says,   who can be really certain that someone up there is not actually crying   ?   and thus here she is,   with her petite frame rested against the wall of an unknown building and her ever daydreaming gaze focused ‘pon those same tempestuous clouds that have accompanied oh so many days of her life   (   it was raining when she was told that her parents had died,   it was also raining when she was taken away from her first foster family because she could not be the perfect daughter they had wished for and    𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚   )   . 

but then something happens.   no longer,   is her exposed skin kissed by grievous droplets and above her a shadow is cast by a figure much taller than her own   ...   it takes her but a moment to realize what is happening and the preoccupied expressionism that had formerly settled ‘pon her features is soon replaced by a mellow,   grateful smile.   weight is thus shifted from one foot to the other,   so that she may leave the stability of the cold wall to find a new type of stability in the frame of the moon arcana:   against him,   she leans with foolish abandon,   as if she was the crumbling temple and he was the sole pillar capable of keeping her whole and far away from the alluring embrace of the abyss.   a part of her misses the touch of the rain,   but another part of her greatly prefers the warmth that he effortlessly evokes within her ribcage.   ❝   hello to you too,   shinji.   ❞   voice is mellifluous,   a singsong vocalization that greatly resembles a harmless taunt.   ❝   do you mind if we stay here for a while longer   ?   i actually really like the rain.   ❞

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𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 the stiffened curvature of her spine   ...   muscles are tensed,   fingers are tightly furled around the handle of her naginata   (   it is an hold anxious and desperate,   made burdensome by the cruel awareness that even a single misstep could be enough to cause consequences entirely irredeemable and irreversible   )   but the expressionism painted across her pale features is one of amusement and glee both.   the high - pitched shriek that suddenly echoes through the grotesque floor of the doomed tower warns her that even the last shadow of this monstrous horde has been taken care of.   it is only then,   that her physique knows a wave of comforting relief     ⸻     a content sigh slithers past barely parted tiers and the red fool seizes this unusual moment of ephemeral tranquility to outstretch her fatigued limbs and thus flex her muscles,   ridding them of the overwhelming adrenaline that still festers in the nooks and crannies of her battle - weary body.   the sound of footsteps comes and her attention is promptly piqued   ;   sanguine gaze meets the towering figure of the moon arcana,   followed suit by a smile entirely drenched in honey and sunlight.   ❝   nice work there   !   i did not expect to see so many shadows gathered together all at once   ...   it was almost scary.   ❞   almost,   she says,   as if her heart had not sunk in the depth of her ribcage at the prospect of being incapable of protecting everyone   ...   as if minako had not wondered whether she was strong enough,   brave enough,   𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.   but none of these thoughts manages to reach the surface and once she speaks again,   it is with her characteristically joyful lilt.   ❝   mmh,   isn’t your weapon uncomfortable to use   ?   it looks really,   really,   really heavy.   ❞

@moonjiros​ ,   shinjiiiiiiiii come get your trouble - maker   !

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𝐐     ⸻     @moonjiros​   :   ❝ Here .. I baked these earlier, need someone to taste test. ❞ confections that are in the shape of a mystery dog breed .. perhaps a certain S.E.E.S member .

𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓,   with no voices echoing through the long corridors of the upper floors and no light - hearted conversations reverberating against the dim paint of the lounge’s walls.   minako is not surprised by the absence of the others,   and if it wasn’t for the almost numbing pain throbbing across the entirety of her wounded leg,   even the red fool would have certainly chosen to spend the afternoon at paulownia mall   (   she has heard that a shiny new jack frost stuffed toy has been added to the arcade’s crane game,   and that’s where all her money is going to be eventually sacrificed for the greatest cause   )   .   and thus,   𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘐𝘚   ,   seated ‘pon the empty side of the kitchen’s counter whilst koro - chan comfortably rests in the tight embrace of her arms. 

truth to be told,   she had come here to try and befriend the new member of the group   ...   but much to her disappointment,   he had only spoken to either subtly complain about her presence or to ask her to find a better seat and thus leave the entirety of the kitchen to his devices.   the wild card knows not how much time has passed since she waddled inside with the most jovial of simpers unfurled across bruised tiers,   all she knows is that she had ultimately lost any hope to start a proper conversation with him.   until   ...   until his voice   ▬▬    and the soft words that come with it   ▬▬    tickles her ears and does not fail in its quest to paint her doll - like features into an expressionism thoroughly drenched in a conglomeration of puerile surprise and genuine shock.   ruby - hewn gaze instinctively travels from the young man to the confections,   going back and forth and back and forth in comical manner,   until her brain manages to elaborate her current circumstances and she allows her whole mien to brighten up   (   𝘰𝘩,   𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮   !   )   . 

words are unspoken,   but the naginata - wielder is hasty in carefully shifting koromaru’s weight onto a single arm so that she may use her other one to greedily capture one of the many dog - shaped confections thus offered.   she observes it for a moment,   investigates its softness with a soft squeeze but before her empty stomach can take over and thus suffocate her mischievous intentions,   she directs her inquisitive gaze towards shinjiro   ;   a single eyebrow is raised,   the ghost of a pout makes itself known.   ❝   just to make sure   ...   you’re not asking   ME   to taste test these just because i’ve accidentally hit you in tartarus yesterday,   right   ?   ❞   despite the impish inquiry,   there is a girlish titter waltzing on the edge of her tongue     ▬▬     to poison his own leader with something as cute as this would be too much even for someone as brooding and grumpy as him,   she is certain of it.

a soft squeeze is given to koro - chan and as soon as the puppy’s gaze lifts,   minako is proudly wiggling the confection right in front of his sleepy eyes.   ❝   look at this,   koro - chan   !   it’s a cute mini - you   !   ❞   unfortunately,   before the still drowsy puppy can properly register what is happening and thus appreciate shinji’s adorable efforts,   minako is already chomping down on the delicious treat   ...   which elicits,   in equal measure,   content hums from the wild card and unhappy whines from the little protector.