#risenlotus

[swiftkicks-blog1]

                              “ i -- it.. that was an accident.. “ fingers rise slightly, the door left ajar, “ ah.. i’m sorry kanda - kun. “ his nose looks a bit.. crooked -- maybe it’s always been that way? at least it wasn’t bleeding.. knock on wood. @risenlotus

[maudired-blog]

looms over quite menacingly. says nothing.

                               almost habitually, she’d taken to falling asleep during breakfast; it was the same routine every morning - early training, cardio & endurance, (followed the consumption of an ungodly amount of food) and by noon she be snoring away in the main hall - unless, of course, a certain exorcist decided to linger a bit too close for comfort. ‘ o - oh! ‘ she jolts awake at the sight of him, innocence jutting upward in waves as if an electrical current had just been sent through her skin - she rubs at a single eye, the other avoiding his gaze as she settles, ‘ s - sorry.. was i snoring? ‘

[maudired-blog]

                                (@risenlotus) ‘ o - oh, um, it’s just.. shape-shifting really; anything i’ve seen, anything i can remember clearly enough - it’s not much, but.. it’s something. i guess.  ‘ though she would have vastly preferred to remain home in Paris, away from the bloodshed and violence spread by the Earl and his akuma, she had no choice in the matter. ‘ i can change my appearance as well -- wanna see? ‘

[maudired-blog]

“I guess so…”

                                   ‘ thank you, kanda. ‘ it isn’t ideal for either of them; being in close proximity - shoulders inches apart, but she needs someone beside her (else her mind will unravel). eyes drift downward, focused on shaken hands; blood dries beneath her fingernails - his, hers, it’s origin is indiscernible (both are tattered and torn at the seems). innocence is still invoked despite the red dripping from her nostrils, insistent on protecting it’s wielder from a threat now neutralized; everything hurts, the pain is too much. ‘ hey, if i.. fall asleep, don’t wake me up. ‘

[maudired-blog]

“Can you shut up!?”

FOUR WORD PROMPTS | ACCEPTING.

                              jaw snaps shut mid-sentence, fingers curled instinctively at either side - for a while, she doesn’t say anything (being yelled at triggers something in her, memories of socalo’s training) but perhaps her silence is more dangerous than her words. innocence sparks, angry, but she runs reassuring fingers over her arm and speaks soft, ‘ i get it, you’re irritated; i won’t talk to you anymore - just.. you don’t have to yell at me next time. ‘