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[soultore]

[CARRY]: having found makomo in an injured state, sakonji carries her in his arms to safety

for all her sweet smiles and dreamy,   distant stares,   she's a shockingly stubborn girl.    the luxury of strength is not hers to claim,   leaving her only with agility befitting her small frame and a will to survive regardless of the odds.    the only option she finds herself left with is training until she drops,   ignoring the consequences.    to makomo,   it's the only thing someone like her can do.

so maybe it's not so much a surprise :   when the exhaustion sets in,   when her ankle twists awkwardly beneath her,   sending her sprawling out of the tree she had perched herself upon to the forest floor below.    a sickening crack and pain blooms bright red in her left arm,   the breath knocked from her chest.    too dazed to stand,   it takes all her strength to roll herself onto her back,   breathing through gritted teeth in some attempt to stop the burning in her eyes.

through pain induced haze,   she doesn't notice urokodaki running to her.    the worry in his voice makes guilt crawl through her veins,   in a way that makes the dam break as she heaves out a sob.    when he lifts her from the ground her uninjured hand grabs at his haori,   balling into a fist as she chokes out  " i'm sorry,  i'm sorry, "  through tears.    curled against his chest,   being carried back to their home,   she feels like she's seven again,   being carried by her mother after falling and scraping her knee,   back when demons nothing but a scary nightmare.   she knows that this is the closest she'll ever get to that feeling again.

[dragetunge]

A new page inked with @omonzuru with Earl Ciel Phantomhive

It was not often a letter came directly to his hands. Usually most of his correspondence was handled by his right hand in this day and age. Astrid was firm but fair but he always liked to have his days unbothered so he could tinker with prosthetics and other finer things to keep himself busy. So imagine his surprise an invitation from an English Earl came to his attention. ❝ A dinner party with the head of a toy company ？Should prove interesting. Look into it for me ？❞ He hands the letter off to his right hand as he thinks it over. Perhaps he should have expected something seeing his more new found popularity with the hit of a children's story book. The head of a toy company wishing to do business. Very well then.

Off they were then.

Sitting in a borrowed carriage he sat jotting down ideas in the journal he carried on hand. A gift for the Earl himself as it was customary. It was a bit nerve wrecking for him. Being so far from home but it needed to be done. ❝ I'll leave everything else in your hands. You don't need to worry about me I can care for myself. ❞ He reassures her. She had already done her fussing. Adjusting his vest and coat. As well as handing him , his cane so he could manage to get around without too much assistance.

Tucking his journal inside of his vest his attention is caught as they neared by the estate. Ducking into the window the tinkerer was amazed by the sheer size of the estate itself. Perhaps too big for someone like himself but he supposed status meant more here in the region than it did back home.

As the carriage came to a stop he gently opened the door. Letting his cane hit the ground as he exits. Grimacing at the stairs as he waves his right hand off. He could manage. Slowly ascending the stairs.

As he neared the door it opened and the interior be revealed to him. ❝ Wow ... ❞ It escapes him as he admires it. Truly it was a gorgeous home.

[hanakokyu]

❝   don't — don't do that!   ❞ palms toward the sky, her botany journal laying open faced in the grass after she'd all but hurled it at the sound hashira's head. always quick to startle when she's deep in her books.

@omonzuru

[soultore]

[BACK]: sabito crouches down slightly to let the wounded makomo climb onto his back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety

the times she's been injured by a demon have been few and far between.    maybe in fighting side by side with sabito,   she had felt too secure in the idea that they were untouchable.    overconfidence makes for carelessness,   and carelessness leads to harsh reality reminding her just how human she is ;   demon's claws cutting through the flesh of her calf with ease.    frustration burns her throat,   the red dripping down her leg is a strike against her pride as a swordswoman,   but it's hardly fatal by any means.

she's between considering sending her dear crow out to fetch a kakushi to help her on her way to the butterfly mansion,   or limping all the way there on her own when sabito crouches in front of her.    despite the tired sigh that leaves her,   there's a smile on her face when she wraps her arms around his shoulders,   holding tight to him as he picks her up off the ground with ease.    it's comfortable like this,   a familiarity that puts her at ease despite the lingering pain in her leg.

“  i'll let you win at shōgi next time—   if you don't tell otōsan this happened.  ”    her head leans against his,   her voice saccharine as she teases him   (  read between the lines :   i'm okay,   i'm still here ),   a pause,   and her smile widens across her face,    “  and if you do tell him,   i'll teach giyū how to beat you too.  ”