#palesin

[limitlesscursed]

@palesin

When they'd first gotten on the train, Satoru had immediately claimed the window seat, taken out his DS, and more or less ignored Sayori for the whole trip. It was so lame, being assigned to some upperclassman like he was an average newbie who needed to be guided on his first long distance mission. Sure it was handy to have someone who knew the whole process of boarding a train, but any assistant manager could have done that!

Still, he'd relaxed into it after the first hour and he'd devoured several bags of snacks. The rhythmic movement and noises of machinery that drove the train forward was kind of soothing, and there wasn't even that many non-sorcerers sharing the same carriage as them to irritate him.

By the second hour he was out of candy, and he got the creeping realization that there shouldn't be a second hour. He frowned at the time stamped on his DS home screen, then for the first time turned to his classmate, grabbing her roughly by the shoulder to catch her attention.

Sayori irritated him in a way he couldn't quite figure out. There was such a unique aura to her energy, burning with the promise of something more. He knew her history of course (no one could have escaped the gossip that had followed her arrival to the school) and she was so spineless compared to what he'd imagined. Satoru didn't want to work with her, would rather just finish this whole mission on his own, but he could not for the life of him remember the details stamped onto the tickets she had handled.

"What time were we supposed to be there?"

[fallesto]

SHE WAS RATHER HARD TO KILL.

Something he ought to have known for some time now that everything she had told him all those decades ago was nothing other than the truth, that she was immortal and she would not die, that she would continue to live, but it was not a true eternal solution, her body will age in time and begin to decay, and choices will have to be made, hard choices as her work was nowhere near completed yet, there was still so much to do, so many bright youthful minds to reach out and touch and pass on her knowledge and teachings to, yet there have been issues, in so many believing she was some form of higher power, something otherworldly and sent down to them, religion was both a blessing and a curse and what she was teaching, was meant to be merely something to better people, like she had done for him, made him better, but this was a concern.

“Eat, you look tired.”

This was a problem, one that she did not know how to deal with when it came to him, he was a curious one, and he was a quick learner as well, and they had traveled, across the land, teaching, aiding, doing good work for people, but years it had taken and he started to age and she didn’t, it was a simple thing really, she had warned him that she could not form connections with anyone, she could not fall in love, because she knew the risks had no rewards, could someone sit there, and remain young, the day they had crossed paths with one another, she had not aged a day and he would continue to age, his hair would turn, his skin as well, his body would begin to process to reach the point of decline and in sickness and in health, she would tend to him and care for him, but it was something she did not wish to do, the kindness that she gave, was to leave him, let him find someone else, let him fall in love with a human, let him have a family and use everything taught to him good.

Despite the fact he was the first person in hundreds of years she felt like she had a connection with, the simple issue was that, she could not watch him age and die right before her eyes, she could not be commanded to do such a thing, leaving him was wise, maybe harsh and cruel, but it was an act of kindness to ensure he didn’t grow to hate her, seeing her perfect and him dying it was mercy and yet .. here he was as she sat there and sighed.

“I mourned for you, thought you were dead, even went to the funeral for you as well, I should have inspected the body myself, but it seems you already covered that to have a quick burial.”

As she rolled her eyes and looked at him, as she would stare at the face she didn’t know, in eyes that were not his own, but at the scar that ran across his forehead, how she looked at that and wondered, what he had to have done, to be able to do this and how this, was not what she had taught him, immortality was not a gift, it was not a blessing, it was a curse, nothing more than a horrid curse to remain here, while everything around you, is truly living, truly having a life and moments, she would remain here, forever as she was until she would begin to change and become something else, and when that happened, well she would not be able to move freely through the land, she only hoped she would have done enough and laid down the groundwork as well to ensure that people could recreate her work and use it to help others, but for him, he has taken what she had taught him, twisted it around and used it only for himself.

“Kenjaku, what have you done to yourself?” As she lifted one of the cups and took a drink, picking at the food, as she was serious, this was one and done, one meal, to piece this together, and she would make her choice in what to do with him, if he was dangerous, a threat or he had ill intentions, the last thing she wished to do was actually harm someone she cared for, but this .. what he has done, goes against everything they believed within. “This, isn’t what I wanted for you.”

@palesin

[shcrdcdlifc]

Continued from: x

The boy felt a shiver up his spine at the discovery he had made, he struggled to gulp down a heavy lump in his throat as he felt like he wanted to be sick.

His heart rate increased that it felt like his heart would just jump right out of his chest, his lungs on the verge of hyperventilating as he felt a hand to his shoulder and the door was opened even so slightly for just a glimpse.

He wanted to look away from the mangled display of dread, anguish and pure horror as he struggled to look at the man causing all of this. His body began to tremble, the jewel shard embedded in his lower back letting out a small sound.

His mind couldn’t think straight, everything was starting to spin around him as his words became broken.

“…p-please…n-no…”

@palesin

[chiratsuku]

❛ You can hide but you know you can’t run. ❜ To Tengen from Miyoko !

[ platonic bonds & dynamics starters || 促す ] acceptingㅤ ↬ @palesin

Sound amplified; a trail of air rustling clothing, quietness of humming breaths.

True, she had him cornered, but as if Tengen had a habit of backing away and giving up, he wondered how devoted she was to her absolute stillness to physically discern him in the shadows. Training with Sound Hashira was akin to a game of cat and mouse, where instinct and strategy equaled silver and required engagement of all senses; one never knew in what role they would find themselves, and uncertainty was a catalyst for mischief. The pause that ensued was thick with meaning. Tengen capitalized on the quiet to gauge her reaction, assessing the effectiveness of his vocal ruse. He wasn't sure whether she would be examining the acoustics of the space as precisely as he, but by all means, she would be trying to discern his position with more precision. This was the defining moment, the turning point where the balance of power could alter. He stood still, a figure in the dark, waiting for her to make her next move. The flicker of movement was a detail he took note of. But in fact ... he waited to be discovered.

Meanwhile, the Priestesses of duality sharpened her senses to detect where he had slipped away to -- a resonant murmur, finally broke the silence from some disorienting corner ( Byōbu ) of the room. In his concealment, a faint, almost imperceptible grin tugged at brims of his lips. The pulse of the moment escaped his control and shattered the silence like a pebble thrown into a still pond. " That remains to be seen, " his resonant murmur sliced through tense quiet like a still ripple charged by defiant promise.

[demcnsden]

Starter for @palesin ((mermaid AU))

The halfmoon betta mermaid whimpered softly as she was struggling against the harsh netting that was made from some sort of material that was cutting into scales. She was sitting in deeper waters than she usually traveled in after sinking from the surface, hardly any light was reaching down as she shivered from the coldness. Iron weights were woven into the netting which caused it to sink until she reached the ocean floor of the region. It was wrapped around Hinatsuru’s tail and torso as she had looped it even tighter around herself from her attempts to escape. Her beautiful silver and purple tail was covered in blood from the missing scales and cuts caused from the human invention.

The ravenette tugged and twisted hissing with pain as her wounds were burning as she only caused the netting to go deeper into her scales. Blood lingered in the water as it drew in some predators, some tiger sharks were lurking as they circled around the mermaid hovering above. Her body stilled as she noticed the shadows observing the creatures carefully as they were slowly descending closer down to her. Her fingers were fumbling at the netting as her eyes were wide with fear like polished jewels as bubbles were leaving around her mouth from her breathing quickening.

A scream left her lungs crying out for help praying that someone might be nearby that could help. The two sharks charged at the trapped mermaid, then everything around her erupted. Something larger than the sharks and herself was here as it was simply a blur from its speed. However, the violence, she witnessed caused her to gasp and covered her mouth with her hands as one of the sharks was beheaded almost instantly. A large shadow moved again then the other predator was quickly slashed, scaring it off as it fled leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Hinatsuru was trembling as she could finally see the clear view of the being that saved her, a mershark. She felt his gaze on her as she attempted to curl to make herself look smaller as she whimpered from the pain waiting to see what he was going to do now that he chased off any competition to make her into a meal.

[heiangod]

      𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐃𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐗 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. suppose it related more to a partnership. sukuna never delved deep enough on the connections he formed with others, it complicated things that should have remained simple. regardless, his mood brightened when inquired about 𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 that shouldn't matter. when he speaks, there is a quaint rumble heavy and yet so featherlight. it carries humor, knowing this man thrived on conflict just as he did. ❛ there isn't much that could revolt me. ❞ numerous eyes scale him out, searching those that penetrate him from across their seating arrangement.

      between them is a grounded table, traditional, and antique by modern standards. the steaming tea 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 to either side now begins to cool for consumption. ❛ you're the exception. ❞ lips are curving, adopting that signature grin that seemed somewhat lopsided. ❛ i can already feel the bile rising in my throat. ❞ his chuckle is brief, taloned hand elevating to gesture at his visage which didn't belong to him. ❛ now why ask me such nonsense, knowing my answer ... feeling sentimental, perchance ? or did you want a haiku of your current meat suit's beauty ? don't be coy. ❞ @palesin

[fedua1era]

Starter for @palesin

The female slayer came to visit the miko after her most recent battle with a demon, which must have made her body extremely sore. Kikyo’s fingers were working at the muscle knots that had built up along her neck and shoulder, putting just enough pressure to work them out. Most of the hashiras liked coming to the priestess to massage their bodies and even help with alignment by popping their bones just right when they were in pain. Nearly an hour passed before the ravenette was finally satisfied with her work.

“Okay, you can flip over now to lie on your back, and I will work on your legs. Are you sore anywhere else?” 

These services were specifically for the hashira only, as the ravenette knew she would not be able to provide every single slayer in the corps this opportunity, as there was just not enough of her. Plus, it was nice for them to have someone available to look at them, even if they weren’t seriously injured. 

[hatredcurse]

Inquiry { @palesin } —

" Was it worth it, your vengeance? " asked Kazuki.

It's an age old question. Sasuke had thought of it often when they unlovingly bound him in the dark cellars of the keep. Without fail, he had always come to the same conclusion, regardless if he had been under the sun or in the binds of an inconsiderate master.

" No. "

All he could offer was a limp shrug. A man with no purpose; driving a life set on a foundation of drip-fed lies.

" It resolved nothing. "

Old sages had suggested he need not to blame himself too much over the manipulation of Itachi or Obito, but oh he did. As if a child should have known better.

" Why? " he asked in return, " are you looking for an apology? "