#ofbellflowers

[lustrateia]

@ofbellflowers

         ❝ Kikyo, your wounds... do they ever...? ❞  Words hung in air like ornaments upon a disquieting ensemble of serenity, pathways of the sentence branching out to a medley of possibilities.

         Pulse — like that part of the maiden’s hallowed body was frozen in the instance / still being torn asunder / fresh and raw ?  Ache — sacred flesh rending from bone and resonating beyond death into life anew ?  Weep — the spurt of callous damage unable to be concealed by time's encroachment, a dizzying spray of crimson floating down like petal blossoms on the wind ?

         It was then, that her hand reached for her own shoulder, hovered against an age old twinge reverberating deep into the tissue underneath, before falling back into her lap. ( funny, how much it stung now under the burden of knowledge, of knowing its likely origination ). Downcast, eyes lowered, akin to drops of rain falling to the ground, only lightened a smidge by a tiny smile breaking through the cloud cover.  ❝ Um. Nevermind. It was silly of me to ask. ❞

[hxnyou]

            The pert tip of his nose twitched as it picked up a foul stench in the air, still several miles off. But it meant that they were headed in the right direction, at least-- whether or not they’d be able to catch up with it by nightfall was uncertain, but unlikely. ...still, they had no choice but to keep moving. They had a better chance of defeating him by running him down when he was weak than if they relented their pursuit long enough for the demon to recover.

            ❝...he fled North. I can smell him. He’s not too far ahead.❞

[kepapi-blog]

❛ No matter where I go and what I do, it won’t change a thing. ❜

ff7 prompts | accepting!

          this was a rare moment for kagome – while she didn’t think that kikyo was overwhelming with confidence, she never thought that she doubted herself like this. she seemed so vulnerable right now, and it saddened kagome to her very core. if it was their connection or not she’d never know, but it was plain to see that kikyo had her own internal struggles that she dealt with, just like anyone else did.

                 ( what struck her the most was that they were shared fears. )

she understood what it was like to second guess herself. she understood that feeling that nothing she did would matter in the end. ❝ th-that’s not true! ❞ she oversteps her boundaries, reaching for the other woman’s hands to grip them booth and squeeze them for reassurance. ❝ it will! you’re helping so many people, kikyo. i know how you feel, but trust me, you’re doing so good! ❞ probably way better than she is, but she didn’t want to use this as an opportunity to pit herself up against the other. she did that more often than she liked to admit, and she’d rather stop doing that altogether. she was her own person, after all. ❝ please don’t doubt yourself. ❞

@ofbellflowers

[bimycu-blog]

ofbellflowers liked for a one-liner from a random muse!

“Hey! You got a stick stuck in your hair.”

[spiritloved-blog]

      ❛     Kikiyo      .     .     .      Please     ,     rest       !       ❜

@ofbellflowers ♥ ‘d

[kcgura-blog]

          she means no ill intention, despite her nature. she bites back on the nagging in her very husk of a body ; at the itching which tells her to raise the dead  &  ruin this land. to undo the once-mortal before her, til she is nothing but bits  &  pieces.   naraku would be proud, wouldn’t he ?   or perhaps he would only condemn her for whatever purpose this girl held in his tyrannical little head.      ❝   don’t draw your arrow. i’ve no means to see you dead. i am merely   CURIOUS.   mortals have baffled the dead and the like for too long. what of you, then ? what was so special ?   ❞      --   why am i not this special ?      @ofbellflowers | sc