#sangestra

[aeoeling-blog]

Every day, every single minute she had counted. The songstress kept herself occupied in order to stop the worry from getting to her, but how could she not? When her husband is out there with no guarantee that he will return home safely. She waits at the gate, count every soldier, every one of them until she sees him. Then all is forgotten. She runs towards him jumps into his arms as tears of happiness are shed '' Marx '' her breath is shaky but the grip is firm. She won't let go ever again.

It feels as if years had passed since he’d last seen the high walls of his fortress and home. His proud Siegfried sheathed and well worn from battle after battle. He fought hard-leading his men along the front lines and strategizing how best to defeat those that dared threaten the peaceful borders of his country. It mattered not that he was king-He would always be a warrior first.                 Yet even atop his loyal steed, he finds himself relaxing before the gate as soldiers stream back in. His eyes fall on those that greet their loved ones who were fortunate enough to come back home. To the warmth of a lover, friend and family.. Something he’s longed to return to himself since he went off to war. To hear the song and silvery voice of the one he married and crowned his Queen. The one who soothes his spirit and calms his heart.             He spies a glint of her aquatic hair just as he dismounts and time stops. His hand extends to her, catching her easily and pulling her to the fold of his embrace. He cares not that others see them or not; for it doesn’t matter. She breathed his name like a soft prayer, her cheeks damp with tears that spoke of her joys and fears. For one so light and one so small, her grip is fiercely tight with emotions he can wholly understand. His arm circles her waist, keeping her warmth close even as he sighed against her neck. All earlier tension melting away with her presence alone. Her scent enveloped him, sweet like honey and fresh as rain.. How he missed it. Strands of her hair brushed his cheek, feeling cool and soft like silk to his sun-kissed skin.               The palm of his hand settled upon her nape, gently canting her head as he sealed his mouth over her’s in a welcoming kiss. He kissed her cheek, the lashes of her eyes still damp with tears for him and lastly her forehead where she wore her crown. 

❝ —I am home... ❞ He whispered into her hair. ❝ I’ve missed you.. ❞ Cupping her cheeks, he’s at last rewarded with a smile. ❝ —Welcome home... ❞ And he kissed her again, for truly there was no one else he would love more than her. She was his haven. His sanctuary and home.                   His promise to return to her always-fulfilled. 

[proximityxshot-blog]

@sangestra 

Takumi blinked, his whole body going numb. If he’d heard right, Kamui and Azura were suggesting they throw themselves down the side of the bottomless canyon based on the mere promise that ‘’everything would become clear’’ once they did. Frankly, it sounded like mass suicide -- the fatal flaw in their plans that would put them all six feet under before actually solving anything. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his sisters per se; rather, the idea of throwing himself off a cliff hoping to the gods he’ll land in one piece wasn’t exactly sitting well. Go figure. 

Come to think of it, Kamui and Azura have hardly given him a solid reason to believe in their cause. They keep insisting he’ll understand later on, that -- one day --  all of their efforts will finally, finally come to fruition. 

It was kind of hard to believe that while staring into a bottomless pit and being told to jump.

Shaking his head, Takumi resolved to glare at his sisters. They’d both begun to disperse in an attempt to convince their fellow soldiers that throwing themselves into a gargantuan canyon was perfectly safe, which, may have been believable if it weren’t for the fact that it was literally the worst idea he’d ever heard. 

Clicking his tongue, he pulled Azura aside. “Wait -- you don’t actually think anyone’s gonna dive into this thing, right? What game are you two playing at here? Oh, go hurl yourselves into a bottomless pit and suddenly everything’s gonna make sense?! You’ve seriously got to be kidding me right now,” Takumi hissed, his gaze harsh and his tone biting. 

But there was something else. Something Takumi wouldn’t -- no, couldn’t admit. Something that was tirelessly driving his anxiety-induced rage and sending him into a full-blown panic just barely contained by what little self-restraint he had left. 

(He’d always had a fear of falling.) 

[aeoeling-blog]

Discipline & Dance

@sangestra

He wore his casual gear consisting of a light tunic and dark breeches. Today he had agreed to the most compelling pair of hazel eyes that pleaded him silently to agree to the wish of a certain songstress. She wanted to train, inquiring if he’d be willing to do the favor of assisting her. And how was he to say no when she made that face. He swore once that Leon’s advisor had slyly mentioned once it was a growing weakness-though he suspected she was only teasing him. He had to hand it to his brother for finding himself such a sharply intuitive woman..  Shaking his head, he allowed his blade to rest against the base of the tree, having brought with him two wooden staffs they could practice with in substitute for their actual weapons. Looking around, he saw Azura approaching him. Immediately he tossed one staff in her general direction.

❝ As per the lady’s request. ❞ He tapped the end of his staff before his boot.  ❝ A private training session. Now I’ll ask you once more, are you certain of this? My teachings are strict Lady Azura. I would hope you’ve prepared yourself for what will come next. ❞

[azurenotes-blog1]

&& mother | @sangestra

   [ he spies his mother just ahead, and in an instant he’s jogging to catch up to her, smile widening. ]

       Good day, Mother. May I join you? [ he guessed it likely she would say yes, but he asked to be safe. ]

[shouganaai-blog]

@sangestra has entered hoshido. 

          ➸ &&. « HAH--you think that little TALL TALE of yours actually SCARED ME? you might’ve gotten SAKURA, but i think you’re FLATTERING yourself too much... »

[fallenvalla-blog]

sangestra started following fallenvalla

“Oh... my baby... How much you’ve grown.”

“You look so much like your mother...”

[modoraseru-blog]

Today is a special day, in fact everyone around camp had been talking about it. At first it was quite difficult to think of something to give, until she remembered a fateful event that changed their lives forever. “ Kamui? Do you have a moment to spare? ” she approaches them and holds something out for the other to take. It is a bracelet with Kamui's dragon stone fixed in the middle of it “ Happy Birthday, I hope you like it ”

                “Is that my dragonstone?”

    Immediately, she’s turning the accessory over in her hands, impressed by the skilled craftsmanship. The mystical stone is indeed fitted onto its middle, glistening just as bright as it usually did. Carefully, she slips it onto her wrist, pleasantly surprised when it fits her just right. It is, she finds, much more convenient than how she usually holds her dragonstone - around her neck, hanging from an admittedly loose chain.

    Eyes shining, she lifts her head to look at her dear friend, tearing her gaze away from her new decoration. Azura was always looking out for her, and this time appears to be no different. The gift is thoughtful yet practical, and Kamui couldn’t ask for anything more.

    “Thank you so much, Azura. Not just for this… but for everything you’ve done for me.” Judging by the vast smile crossing her features, she means every word.

[aevitera]

✵ || @sangestra.

     “Azura?” Kamui broke a comfortable silence, one she’d no reason to break with the buzz and murmur of others around them, so when she spoke it was out of true curiosity. So often-- always-- curious was Kamui and so too was the glimmer in her eyes that reflected the very same emotion that had colored her tone. There was so much she didn’t know, a whole other world to consider now that she had been brought to Hoshido, and Azura held knowledge Kamui hoped for, a life that she was apparently meant to have led. There was no blame to be placed on Azura, just as there was none that could be placed on Kamui for the life she had been given, and in that sense, the two were connected. Azura was-- could be-- a friend.

     In the shoes Kamui might have walked were she raised in Hoshido, though not exact since they had more or less traded places, Azura’s life here a political motion in response to Kamui being kidnapped. Azura learned things Kamui did not, knew a life Kamui now wondered about yet wouldn’t trade her life in Nohr for either, and Kamui too had a life at home in Nohr. There was much they could talk about, much she wanted to know, to share, even compare, but Kamui wondered if it would be thought of as ill to bring up. Neither of them were in easy positions, after all. Hesitance had taken words from her mouth but she wouldn’t hold back, she would just be smart about how she asked.

     Kamui decided to start with something simple, eternally conscious of the happiness and comfort of others, and held up her chopsticks to Azura with a sheepish smile painting itself across her lips. “I don’t... we don’t use these in Nohr. Could you teach me?”