MOTHERLAND: FORT SALEM 🌙 @tvrningout
“your children will be lucky to have you around to protect them.” what if... we make it angsty : )) and koku comes upon a beheaded kaigaku : ))) but if you don't wanna make it angsty, that's cool bc this is still a sweet thing to say :' )
HE MAY NOT HAVE COME FROM HER LIKE HER DAUGHTERS, but Kaigaku were still hers all the same. She felt it, felt the moment the blade sliced through him in that same instinctual feeling of just knowing, a flickering ember now gradually fading and it did not matter how quickly Kokushibo reached him--his body were crumbling already.
A weight like iron, like a blow to herself, as Kokushibo falls to her knees next to what were left of Kaigaku, the realization that she couldn’t save him again as hands reach out, gathering head into her arms, held close to Kokushibo’s chest.
He at least deserved more dignity than her tears falling upon him, but Kokushibo were not so strong--thoughts so desperate, for what if she hadn’t left him alone? What if she were nearer? How could she save him?
“But-- you--”
But she couldn’t protect him, but he were crumbling in her arms.
Kokushibo takes a trembling breath.
“I’m sorry--I’m so sorry.”
It felt so pointless. Apologies won’t save him. At least he is able to know she cares.
“I won’t allow them to get away with this--they won’t escape me.”
Whoever took him from her--only a matter of time before she finds them. Lips brush Kaigaku’s forehead, allowing him this last chance to feel her affection before he were gone, nothing more than ash upon her kimono.
