#rotblooms

[moonfelling]

"do not leave me. swear you will not leave me." from Lucien to Noel.....

the words are breathed, desperate. noel feels the tremor in lucien's gloved hands as he speaks the words, her lips parted softly in surprise. it has been an hour since they fled the cathedral, since wine turned to blood and bread to maggot-infested dust. the heiress is quiet, barely breathing herself, when he clutches her hands so.

it shook him, what happened. it shook her, too. but there is a hysteria in the underlying shake of his voice that she just can't ignore.

carefully, noel removes her hands from lucien's, cupping his cheeks in her damp palms, still wet from the lukewarm bath she occupies. despite her nakedness, she doesn't shy as she pulls him closer to her, wrapping her lithe, pale arms around his shoulders tightly, hugging him like this is the last hug they will ever share.

turning her head, noel presses her rosy lips to his temple, his cheek, his jaw.

" i swear, "

she whispers, voice shuddering every so quietly.

" i shan't leave you, lucien. we'll survive this, because we are together. and we will survive whatever follows because we are bound together by a long thread of fate. "

a smile, an honest one, lilted by her tiredness.

" and i will take this promise double-sided, so that you know i won't tolerate you leaving me, either. deal, my friend ? "

[shcrdcdlifc]

*hears about two individuals taking candy, hides his in the upper part of his attire*

@rotblooms @whirling-fangs

[whirling-fangs]

@rotblooms just killed everyone

"OH SHIT."

[strebcr-a]

🎉 i am SO curious

send 🎉 and Streber will assign your muse a furby or furbies!

"Have some very cool and classy guys!!!"

[whirling-fangs]

@rotblooms Hums, scratches his head. "Hm. I don't think they have those out there in the forest.... Alright. How about this one. What do you call a boar that sounds like a horse ? "

"You're not getting away without an explanation! What's a scarecrow? Crows aren't even scary!"

Another pause. He has no idea how to even answer that question. Mind you, Inosuke has never heard about riddles before.

"A boar. If it's a boar, I call it a boar. The mountains don't have horses, so you probably just misheard."

[whirling-fangs]

When faced with this... unique patient, the nurses hardly knew what to do with themselves. The rowdy boar was able to establish free reign of the clinic, at least until she arrived.

An imposing dark figure in the hallway, steeped in the scent of tobacco, and more acrid smells of medicine, stepped closer. A strong hand wrapped around Inosuke's wrist, and lifting him a solid three feet in the air.

"Sit still." Calm, chilling. Unlike the pleading of the nurses, this was a cold command of a warrior. "And this will go by quickly. Keep struggling, and I'll sew you onto the wall. Understand?"

[From Shion ! ]

It wasn't hard to tell whenever the boar entered the premises. There was a distinct air of tiredness to the nurses' faces, and the reason for their exhaustion made itself known loud and clear, its voice resonating down the corridors.

"- over my dead body! I'm not letting you put that prickling thing inside my skin again! It's gonna make my arm feel numb for days again, and I won't even be able to tell if a demon's biting my limbs o-HUH?"

The boar was so engrossed in his loud thrashing that he failed to pick up on the extremely conspicuous presence behind him. He dangled from the man's grip like a limp puppet, all urge to protest suddenly drained from him. He practically held his breath, struck with awe at the man's sheer aura.

This man may be wearing the guise of a healer, but he could very well break Inosuke's every bone with one flick of his wrists.

"...I'd just eat my way out of the wall." He merely grumbled, subtly conceding defeat for this round. "Why are you wasting your strength here? I wanna fight you! Let's go brawl outside after we're done here!"

[uppertwo]

"i’m bad at organized fun in general." From Araya!

random sentence prompts. / accepting!

his fan is flicked open, hiding a mischievous smile behind. the other seemed so stiff — nothing like dōma. that was okay, he always knew how to break someone in (koku-chan remained a living example) — either through sheer annoyance or just pure determination to make them see the world a little less seriously.

"aww — don't place judgments on yourself too harshly, my friend," giggles, "you haven't spent much time with me at all! let me show you how colourful, how comical, everything is!"

"starting with a good meal, i think!" bright smile, brighter eyes, "and maybe a prank or two, on some unsuspecting folk.~"

[kugutsume]

"I was unaware that I had company tonight, how delightful!"

Not that he found himself complaining, a pair of eyes and swords would make this assignment quicker, and perhaps return with spare time for tea!

"Though, I do not believe we have met before, have we? I am Akara."

The greeting seems effusive, but she accepts it with a proper (if slightly hasty) bow. She’ll see if she’s being condescended to in time.

“I don’t believe we have, Akara-san. I’m Kozaiku Itone.”

“It’s a pleasure.”