#obxro

[xanemone]

♮ [ from obxro because I'm logged into Yura :'> ]

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Send me a ♮ for my muse’s reaction to yours coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around mine’s waist.

    Kagura wakes with a start - and there is sweat everywhere again. Damn it, she just can’t stand sweat. She pants, brushing damp ebony strands out of her forehead. She’s still terrified, fingernails dig into her own thigh deep, blood dripples and the wound wouldn’t heal by itself. Yes, good. Just another miasma soaked nightmare. But the shaking just won’t stop. Why won’t it stop? Why does it still hurt? What the fuck? Why? There come the sharp inhales, her body demanding more and more air, nothing is quite enough. She already feels dizzy, but just can’t stop. The shaking won’t stop. She can’t steady her breathing. She can’t. Damn it! Damn -

    Petite arms circle around her waist, holding her tenderly, soothing her senses. Kagura forgets to breathe for a moment, muscles relax as Kasumi leans her forehead against her back. She doesn’t say a word, but there are none needed. She’s there. It’s another life. She’s loved. Everything’s alright.

[xanemone]

( @obxro | cont. from here )

【 龍 】 “And I do not require air to survive. Will you please just sit, at least?”

         "So funny I forgot to laugh.” she spits back, anger and frustration dripping from her words, though those emotions weren’t targeting - but still hitting - Kasumi. Arms folded under her bosom, she kicked herself away from the wooden wall and proceeded to sit anyway. “Damn that rain, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

[xanemone]

L ➤ & L ★

meme ;;

Looks and personality! I get the looks thing but falling for her rough personality will probably take more time :DD Goes right back btw! :) 

[xanemone]

Does Kagura have a favourite kind of tea? :3c

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   Kagura likes tea, though she rarely has the opportunity to enjoy a cup of it in peace. When offered and she’s in the company of someone she feels at ease with, then she would surely go with Jasmine tea. Its fresh and calming scent what she likes the most about this one, so she prefers to drink it while it’s still steaming. If in any other company she would choose Oolong tea or Black tea; she likes the bitter taste, the harshness, and the rush you get from caffeine. She almost never would choose any kind of flavored fruit tea; also doesn’t like to sweeten any tea.

[draconicmatriarch]

obxro started following you

“Something is in the air. The scent of one of my own kind?”

[obxro-archive-blog]

moved to obxro

Things are happening (kind of)! This is 10/10 the new blog and it will be a little empty for the time being. Activity will be a little weird  because, eloquently put, life has chosen this period in my life to hit me square in the face. :0 This’ll be queued for a good while, and if you don’t want to see this a million and five times, please do blacklist #kasumovesblogs .

[priestesskiyoko-blog]

Closed RP for obxro

Today had been rather odd. She was positive that she had locked the storage room. This had prompted her to return at a time she normally would not, and glance into the shed. Various family heirlooms littered the shelves. She kept them clean and tidy, so everything was in place, and dust hardly coated the items. But today was her birthday, and she ought not to be late to her own dinner. She had friends waiting for her after all. And here she was, backtracking to lock up after herself. She couldn’t help but sigh softly, berating herself.

She caught what seemed to be movement in the back corner of the room, and she frowned, her brows stitching together in confusion. Maybe she was seeing things?

She pushed the strap of her purse up higher on her shoulder as she approached, her pristine white blouse and loose black skirt rustled loudly in the silence of the storage room. Pushing a stray lock of raven-black hair behind her ear, chocolate brown eyes narrowed upon the box that seemed to rattle upon the shelf. Surely her eyes were deceiving her?

Tentatively, she reached for the box, worn leather smooth beneath her fingers as she left the lid upon the nearby shelf, and glanced inside to see, a strange gem-like orb faintly glowing.

Disbelief coloured her features, but she felt a strange pull towards it, and everything around her seemed to disappear, when she touched the strange object, her consciousness fading to black.

obxro

[handsomehoushi]

Judgement [ for the headcanons! :O ]

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

Judgement

One of Miroku’s biggest fears is the afterlife. Damnation is only a small part of that fear. Truly, he is terrified of meeting those he has let down, those he failed to save.