#raikogan

[hraunwyf-a]

@raikogan / cont.

leave? and go where? she had been kind enough not only to invite a stranger into her home, but to save his life, as well. and even if it were that he wished to be left alone, there were undoubtedly better places to do it. genos can’t conscionably ask her to fuck off as he might someone else.

    ❝ loki, this is your house. ❞

"I know it is, but—"

She searches for the words for a minute. Loki doesn't really know terribly much about Genos, but they've not spent much time together, either, and very little of it talking. He doesn't seem to need to talk, or at least, he doesn't seem to want to. Loki's fingers twitch, quelling the urge to reach out to him.

She does that too much. "I could go tend the garden, give you some space for a while."

[cybnrg-blog]

raikogan started following you

 “....That is some powerful tech there.    Is it legal though.”

[anguispledged-blog1]

@raikogan

             “Did you say MONSTERS --- !?”  Voice is suddenly nearly frantic; could he mean HEARTLESS??  If there are any near, she has to stop them!  Before they take any other hearts!  “Mostly black all over, with strange yellow eyes?”

[starceanic-blog]

          ‘ -- sorry man, we’re about to hold a class here. unless you’re here for it, you can’t be in the halls & stuff. ‘

@raikogan ♥’d.

[reversedcross-a]

  ❛  i can't feel your aura.  ❜     by much of his potential ability put into it he really was sincere with determination.  the individual doesn't highly convey his level of aura in which it is easy to feel in other humans  (  it may be a distorted one  ).       ❛   What are you?  ❜         //     @raikogan   ♡’d  for  a  starter  .

[saiunn-a]

      the scuffa echo of sandals against concrete is momentarily interrupted by the loud announcement of the motd,   which is   quickly    and    easily   dealt with.   just one blow from the bald hero without even pausing his walk,    &.     a thoughtful hum.    ‘   i wonder what dinner should be ?   ’     //  @raikogan ​. 

[yunafied-blog1]

@raikogan -- ;

 ❝ no. ❞ he agrees, a quiet understanding between them. almost imperceptibly does genos’ head tilt, and luminous eyes drift down to his fist — to the furling and unfurling of mechanical fingers; dark rubber polymer and cold tempered steel. he feels and is unfeeling, he lives, but it is with only one purpose in mind— ❝ survival always has a cost. ❞ —REVENGE.

still, yuna never seems so weighted down, and genos isn’t sure whether to be jealous or concerned. human beings are strong because we have the ability to change.

❝ —but you are stronger for it. ❞

  ‘ but does everyone always emerge stronger ? ... sometimes i doubt it’s true , ‘ yuna professed with a downturn of her gaze , speaking of herself alone . had she become stronger since sin’s first defeat , since vegnagun ? sometimes she doubted it when the weight of sin’s vanquishing rested solely on her shoulders in light of the solitude in undertaking such a vexing and daunting task , one ceaselessly filled with defeat and heartbreak . 

  her hands clasp together loosely behind her back , swaying some between her ankles like an indecisive , maybe even scared , child . sin had been defeated before , but this time it was so much different . 

  ‘ i want to be stronger . i have to be . ‘

[hraunwyf-a]

@raikogan

“Genos!”

Over the years, Loki’s decrease in height has become an increasing problem—it seems that only last year she might have been an inch or two taller, but even that means that parts of her pantry have become inaccessible. Parts of it, too, she must recall, were assembled before she was herself, and the Loki who was before had been a whole foot taller.

She wouldn’t have called for him, but the spring cleaning had begun and she just wasn’t in the particular mood to try and pull a chair from the dining room into the pantry to clamber up on it like a child. “Come here, will you?”