#sasouken

[huntershowl-moving]

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused. // from cas

ooooh you wanna touch seph's face so bad » ACCEPTING

... "PERS... PHO... STAY WITH... " A VOICE drifts in and out of their half-submerged consciousness, like someone is calling through water. someone familiar. ( trusted? ) the voice melds deep into her dream: stay with me, aya says, holding persephone's face in her hands. stay, love. persephone threads her fingers through the black strands framing her girlfriend's face, through the black feathers that spread from their back. they don't want to leave her. why would they leave her? they'll stay a little while longer, stay in the arms of a beautiful girl and the scent of jasmine perfume.

except ... no, that isn't right. seph can't stay. ( STAY WITH ME — ) they have to kill her. fletch ordered them to kill her. they have to... get out. they — the hand on her face is not aya's, the voice telling her to stay is not —

it's okay. red blooms from her throat as she leans up to kiss persephone's forehead. come back to me when you're done.

but i am done, they want to plead. i'm so tired. take me back to you. nothing comes from their mouth but a choked cough as fantasy fades into reality, jasmine to gunpowder, soft hand to bloodstained one. seph's eyes blink open to see a familiar face staring back at her, wide-eyed, his hands cupping her face. ❝ casper, ❞ they whisper, grimace with the pain of every slight body-shift. that hot thing in their abdomen, turns out, is a sword.

❝ jesus christ, ❞ she groans. ❝ getting impaled was not on my to-do list for today. ❞ a beat. dark eyes roam casper's face, body, checking for injuries. that's right — they shoved him away. relief melts the tense divots in their features; they relax their face into his hand, lean into the touch just a bit. they'll kick themself for that later. ❝ you're alright. ❞

[gravesung-moving]

"The gods have witnessed our vows, but no one else must." to suguru from satoru

ABOVE THEM, AN ENDLESS NIGHT SKY. below them the earth, below them a hell they will crawl out of over and over again until they finally burn together. suguru lays beside him like they did when they were teenagers, dark hair splayed out in tendrils over the blanket separating them from the grass, and watches the stars glimmer and burn.

they have darkened, both of them. the blood of the higher-ups coats their hands, sinks into their skin, into their bones, but it is a shared burden the same way the girls are. the same way the society they both left behind is. once they were free of politics, expectations, and obligations, they decided to make something of the world they lived in together — and they would not allow anyone, or anything, to tear them apart again.

they married alone under the sky. no one to ordain but the impassive eyes of the powers that be, and no one to threaten intervention, not even the creature sealed beneath suguru's skin.

he lifts satoru's hand to his face, kisses the ring that now adorns his finger. ❝ no. those are for us to keep. but you don't want to celebrate with the girls and megumi? ❞

[namestold]

      He wants to GO.

[viaetor]

ㅤㅤ“am i doing this right?” despite the concerned doubt erupting from his throat, the traveller’s hands kept at work. he brushes the brownish tail with loosened movements, careful with the silverish comb’s harshness to not tangle in rebel hairs. all in all, fontaine’s imported cream does prove to be worthy of its title (hair/fur conditioner maximum softness 3.0+). still… it was hard to not get distracted by how adorable it was whenever gorou wagged his tail unconsciously. luckily, the general wouldn’t notice how hard aether was containing his own smile and cuteness overload. luckily. “fluffy…”

@sasoukenㅤ/ㅤsurprise starter for gorou based on our talks. ♡

[unblume]

❀ // @sasouken.

reina had never been on a rooftop before. it had never crossed her mind to do so; but at saturn's suggestion, she finds a blanket and a ladder. finds a place where the gutter won't get dislodged, and ascends, unsure of what to expect. it's the perfect view of her sleepy neighborhood -- with homes illuminated only by lamplight, alleyways prowled by the occasional feline, and the drone of crickets in the distance, peace cascades over the world in a way that she did not think was possible. open, but intimate.

she can't help but call him. wincing at the light, she smiles at the fact that she still has their text messages open. lately, he is the first thing that she thinks of in the morning, and the last thing at night. where there is saturn, she finds comfort. the phone snuggled up against her ear, she waits on the dial tone while lamenting that she should have brought a thermos with her. and then, he answers.

" ... i got onto the roof. it feels like i'm the only person in the world. "

[whirling-fangs]

[ FOREHEAD ]:          sender lowers their head to press their forehead against the receiver’s, trying to comfort them in the process. // from nezuko uwu

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. // accepting always ♥

It wasn't often that Inosuke showed such weakness – especially not in front of his underlings. It was so uncanny of him to sit there, curled up against a wall, trembling like a leaf, assaulted by images that he wished he could forever banish from his brain.

He could feel it again, the demon’s blade piercing through his chest. The poison spreading through his veins, his resistance only buying him time before the inevitable happened, before he ran out of blood to bleed, before his very life ran out.

He had grown up believing himself to be invincible... but ever since he had become a slayer, the reminders of his own mortality had grown frequent. Too frequent.

Maybe he wasn’t that all strong, after all.

He barely felt Nezuko approach, until he felt her forehead touch his. Inosuke barely stopped himself from pushing her away, as he soon recognized her familiar presence.

Boar eyes glanced at her with palpable confusion, his posture relaxing ever-so-slightly. His hands dropped to his sides, fists unclenching, as a raspy voice finally broke through his tight throat.

“... what the hell are you doing?”

[maudlxne]

@sasouken said | “  people like me don’t get to have peace.  ”  // inuyasha to kagome

❝ Is that what they told you? ❞

How long had he felt like that? How long had he felt trapped in this cycle of grief? The cycle of pain. He was so unbelievably used to being harmed. To never know a true day or rest. How long had he been struggling to just survive? It ached - it hurts to know even now he still felt like he was fighting.

❝ Inuyasha. ❞

Kagome breathed, stepping up behind him in favor of wrapping her petite arms around him. Gripping at the fire rat robe as she buried her face slightly into white hair. She wants to be that peace for him. Even if she knew her temper could get the better of her at times. All those arguments where they hurt each other. did she even have the right? Did she have the right to want to be that sense of peace for him? His home.

❝ You deserve that more than anyone, Inuyasha. Peace. I- ❞

Lips pursed tightly. Guilt swelling in her stomach. How selfish was she to wish for that? When he was hurting like this her mind was wandering to selfish hope that she could be that for him. Perhaps all she could do instead was try and support him the best she could.

❝ I want to help you find it. . . ❞

[maudlxne]

@sasouken said | “  okay,  so you’re a monster.  so am i.  lets be monsters together.  ” // shiro to acxa

❝ You are anything but a monster, Shiro. ❞

Plump lips pursed faintly into a thin line. Gazing at the man with sharp blue hues. Head shaking side to side as she placed a hand on the table. How could she ever consider him a monster?

Idly she sat down her own mug of coffee in favor of turning her attention fully to him. This man who was kind to her from the very start, could never be associated with such a cruel world. For her, she had always been labeled a monster due to her blood. Being too Galra for most and yet too tainted for the very beings she was scorned for being half of. When she wasn't being viewed as inferior the other side viewed her as a ticking time bomb with sharp bloodthirsty fangs.

She had seen monsters. She's been a monster before herself. She could still taste their blood on her tongue and the phantom images of crimson on her hands. Even if he had to fight to survive - she couldn't view this kind person with such a label. Not Shiro.

❝ I could. . . never consider you such. Not when you have been nothing but kind to me. Checking in on me when others wished to pretend my presence didn't exist. Even after I was your enemy. ❞

He was warm like the sun. There are so few people in her life that she would find forgiving so easily. Even despite her strong morals and obligations - Shiro was one of them. Having long since earned a place on that very small delicate list.

❝ But - perhaps if I am to be a monster with anyone else, I am glad it is you. If you're so insistent let's be monster's together. The company would be. . . nice. ❞