#prayerbonds

[shouganaai-blog]

@prayerbonds.

          &&. ‘ NOHRIAN parties are rather...INTERESTING, don’t you think? ’ takumi comments, twirling a finger absently around the tail of his braid. ‘ i knew that they were BARBARIANS, but...i wouldn’t doubt that there’s been a decent BODY COUNT racked up here tonight. ’

          HIS elongated eyelashes flutter as he eyes several more people, before sighing and crossing his arms. the music was obnoxiously loud, there were hardly any sober people left on the floor, and the stench of the crowded club was becoming unbearable for him. he sighs irritably, turning to look at kaze. 

          ‘ FRANKLY, i’m not sure why nii-sama sent us here. i doubt we’re going to be able to get anything of VALUE out of these pathetic DRUNKARDS. what are we supposed to do, drag one outside and hold them at GUNPOINT? i wouldn’t mind getting my hands dirty tonight, but this is just becoming a WASTE OF TIME. ’

[maetsae-blog]

#kaze probably hasn't hugged anybody since he was like eight

silas voice what an outrage

[grimscroll-blog]

prayerbonds replied to your post: tfw both your parents go more postal over a test...

her score is almost 3x kaze’s score

/ her results run literal circles around kaze’s i cannot believe --

[royaliist-blog]

@prayerbonds.

          ✦ ➝ &&. ‘ YOU seem...very close to kamui. if you’ve nothing else to do, would you perhaps be willing to tell me more about them? you all seem to have your LOYALTY quite firmly BOUND to them. ’ 

[grimahearted]

"Here." He draped his scarf over her head to protect her from the oncoming rain that poured down upon the duo. "Please don't worry about me - I've been trained to withstand worse conditions. It would be terrible if you got a cold in this weather."

       A shiver runs through her as droplets of water trickle their way through whatever gaps in her clothing they find–neither her cloak nor the loose tunic she wears underneath it offer much protection from the elements (she supposes it’d help, in the long run, if she drew up her hood, but she has little desire to dump what water has collected within it down her backside). A cloth being draped over her head, blocking the worst of the rain from landing on her directly, has her glancing up at the ninja with a mixture of gratitude and concern.

      “Thank you.” But no matter what he says, it’s hard for her not to worry, and already she feels the smallest inklings of guilt bubbling within. There’s little excuse for her to be so unprepared for the weather they find themselves in now, after all, but to simply turn away his act of kindness won’t do, either. “But, if you do feel that you need it back, please don’t hesitate. I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold on my behalf.”

[felicecia]

She had stumbled and frankly, fallen right into Kaze's arms - his embrace being the one thing from stopping her from plummeting to the ground. Apologies followed soon after but he simply replied: "No, it is not a problem at all. If I had the chance to catch you every time you fell, I would."

  Frantic pleas for forgiveness flew from unbidden lips. Freshly-washed pillows built vain fortress, surrounding the two allies. Gathering fresh dust from afternoon stragglers’ boot-prints, Felicia knew she would have to spend the night whacking the pile until they shone pearly white.   Another ‘sorry’ perched on the tip of her tongue – a fledgling bird with wet wings and great expectation on its back – was quickly swallowed. Kaze spoke, and she was still. (For someone whose affinity was ice, the burn that emblazoned her face was anything but chilled.)

  ‘ I-I wouldn’t say     that, if I were you! ’

  Breakfast, preparation, meat and eggs – eggs, eggs, she was scrambled, clambering about to sort meaning into expression. Kaze’s smile was reassuring and calm, while she exuded the opposite of his innate poise. Her grip tightened on his arms for a fraction, soon  l o o s e n i n g  as Felicia finally formulated proper sentence.

  ‘ I-I, well, I… I fall a lot…!!    You’d be too busy catching    me to do a thing for yourself! ’

  A nervous titter shook her chest.( Was the room getting hotter, or was that just her? )