Jun 8, 2017
[ Sora Takenouchi & Mimi Tachikawa ~ Digimon Adventure & tri. ]
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[ Sora Takenouchi & Mimi Tachikawa ~ Digimon Adventure & tri. ]
✆- What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with? !!
Headcanon Meme
[ every day is a good day for sorami and miyakari ☆✿✧❤❀♪ ]
For @stjarnhalsband, inspired by All The Things That I’ve Done by The Killers
“Mimi! Mimi!” Koushiro called out, dashing to the girl’s side. Sora watched from across the battlefield as Mimi was thrown backwards from the force of an attack. She felt her nails press into her palms as she turned white with fear. Still, she couldn’t will herself to move her legs. It was like she was separate from her body, like she was watching a scene from a movie. Sora echoed Koushiro’s words in her head: ‘Get up.’
Koushiro continued calling Mimi’s name as he dropped down by her side. “Mimi! Wake up!”
As the girl stirred and her lids fluttered open, Sora felt her fingers uncurl with relief. She saw the way Koushiro looked over her with concern, eventually helping her back to her feet. The battle raged on around them, but all she could see was the way he looked at her, and then the two girls knowingly locked eyes.
“Sora? Sora?”
His voice called her from her daydream. She blinked and Koushiro came into focus. He clutched his oolong tea nervously in his hand.
“Are you okay?”
“What? Er, yeah...” she softened her visage, unsure of how long she’d been lost in thought with her brows furrowed. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
Koushiro peered skeptically at her but seemed to write the confusion off. “Mimi,” he clarified, “what do you think?” He finished his drink and pushed the empty can away from him.
Sora was at a loss. It’d been awhile since she realized Koushiro had feelings for Mimi. He was incredibly bad at hiding it, and at this point, everyone knew. Koushiro could barely look her in the eyes without blushing. He couldn’t converse with her without fumbling over his words. He looked for her first when there was danger. Sora would always see it happen. It was partly because she was good at picking up on those things, and it was partly not.
That was probably why Koushiro had asked her to get dinner. She had certain instincts. Sora was used to acting as translator for those that were less emotionally attune. The two chosen sat across from each other, empty dishes between them, but it took until the end of their meal for Koushiro to start the conversation he’d been intending on having all along. Should he confess his feelings to Mimi?
“She already knows.” he had sighed, “but like, officially.”
Koushiro finished his sentence like he’d pulled a band-aid off Sora’s skin. It stung. What was she supposed to do? Sora shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her answer wouldn’t be the one that Koushiro wanted to hear and she was dizzied at the thought of being the one who’d have to say it. She wished she hadn’t finished her drink so she’d have a reason to pause and form a coherent response. Words bounced around in her head but she couldn’t grab them to piece them together. Sora glanced anxiously from Koushiro, to her empty glass, and back to Koushiro again. Each time she met his gaze he looked more and more defeated.
None of it was supposed to feel like this.
“I... er...” she stuttered, scrambling. Sora couldn’t tell him the truth- not all of it- but maybe a white lie could get the point across. She sighed, her shoulders slumped. “I... think she’s seeing someone.”
Koushiro looked perplexed, like shock and disappointment were fighting over which could be more visible. “Oh... I see...”
Sora shifted uncomfortably again as she watched his reaction unfold. She bit her lip and lines of worry formed above her brows. She was well acquainted with the concept of a white lie, but she couldn’t rid herself of the guilt. This was Koushiro. Mimi may have been his first crush. He specifically sought Sora out because he thought she’d be the most encouraging, but she turned out to be the exact opposite. At least he seemed to be mistaking her guilt for concern.
He spoke quietly. “Who is it? Do I know him?”
The question gutted her. She must have grimaced, because Koushiro instantly offered her an apologetic look. In any other circumstance she would have understood the probing. At least he opened the door for another white lie to wander through.
“No.” She narrowed her eyes and averted her gaze towards the ground. “You don’t know him.”
“Alright.” Koushiro stated, his voice low and monotone but his face revealed relief. “Well, thanks for telling me.”
Sora’s lack of response was only awkward in her own head. Koushiro didn’t realize that she was unwilling to accept his gratitude. As the conversation fizzled out, the silence filled with the clanking of silverware and the mumbles of strangers. Koushiro instigated their exit as he got up and sauntered outside. He looked dull against the city lights- his hands shoved in his pockets and his posture slumped. Sora didn’t even feel like she had the right to apologize.
They parted ways and Sora felt like she was torn in half. Her legs wanted to run back towards Koushiro and tell him everything. Her head and her heart directed her somewhere else. There were other obligations to fulfill. Besides, Sora knew who she really needed to talk this out with.
The lights that ran across the Rainbow Bridge blinked in the distance like a finish line. Odaiba was quiet but alive. Sora passed late commuters, kids getting out of night classes, and couples holding hands. She paused to check her hair in a store window. It was frizzy from humidity, so she took her palm and patted it down. She dawdled at the storefront and looked in at the chocolates for sale. After glancing at her phone, she realized she had some time to kill and wandered in.
The bell above the door chimed and the shopkeeper acknowledged her entry. Sora tilted her head down out of respect and moseyed through the aisles. There were chocolates crafted in the form of children’s characters and others boxed in heart-shaped containers. Either option seemed to be too extreme for the occasion: one much too considerate, the other not considerate enough. Still, Sora thought about how much sweets would be appreciated and became determined to not leave empty handed.
Sora caught sight of a display of chocolate covered strawberries. Some were clearly meant to be romantic gifts with different colored chocolate syrups drizzled over them and flowers mixed in. Others looked like they were simply ready to be eaten. Sora grabbed a box she thought might be appropriate for someone’s first date. They were thoughtful, but the recipient wouldn’t be put off by it being too much.
With her purchase under her arm, she headed back out into the night. The sky was a deep blue that faded to pink towards the horizon. The moonlight reflected off the water, ushering away the bay’s darkness just like her walk had lifted her mood. Sora didn’t feel as peaceful as she had before meeting Koushiro, but it was hard to feel so negative once she was almost there. Three blocks... two blocks... she was still a minute too early so she slowed her pace. There was something about the buildup that gave her butterflies- the kind of butterflies you envied when everyone else had them- so she wanted to enjoy them.
The apartment was right near the rainbow bridge, across town from her own. She climbed the stairs anxiously, her heartbeat fluttering for reasons other than being out of breath. She’d found someone who could make her feel like a primary-schooler with a crush, and she was as bad at controlling the excitement as she would have been years ago. As Sora reached the right floor, her gift in-hand, she wondered how it was possible for someone else to hold this much magic over her. She reached the door, it’s nameplate an ironically fitting heart, and a better question crossed her mind. How had this person managed to go unnoticed in front of her for so long?
Sora rang the doorbell and someone shuffled around inside. She bit her lip nervously, instinctively patting her hair down again just incase the humidity nulled her previous adjustments. Tugging her shirt so the wrinkles flattened out and straightening her shoulders, Sora tried to tell herself not to blush. As the door opened, though, her cheeks helplessly flushed red. She knew it would always be useless.
“Sora ! Right on time, as usual. Don’t you look nice!”
“Mimi...” Sora sputtered her name, her heartbeat picking up at the sight of her. “Hey..”
Hey? That was it? Sora scolded herself in her head, but she was saved by Mimi’s eyes falling on her gift. “Ooh- did you bring something? For me? What is it?”
“Give me a second!” Sora laughed, her visage easing at Mimi’s interest. She stepped inside and took off her shoes. The apartment smelled like cookies. Clearly someone’d been busy.
Sora handed her the paper bag and Mimi rustled through it, her eyes lighting up once she pulled out the box of chocolate-covered fruits. “You shouldn’t have!” she paused and giggled. “But I’m glad you did! I better put them in the freezer for now so the chocolate doesn’t melt.”
Mimi hustled off down the hallway towards the kitchen and Sora exhaled with relief. She gathered herself and slowly followed after her, wondering when it would be appropriate to bring up her conversation with Koushiro.
The overhead lights in the apartment were off- asides from the kitchen. The place was being lit by some end-table lamps in the sitting area. Sora wondered if Mimi used the low-lighting on purpose. She was often thoughtful that way. Low-lighting created a certain mood, and as Sora turned the corner towards the kitchen, she watched Mimi pull oatmeal-raisin cookies from the oven.
“You made those?” Sora asked, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her lips, “But you don’t like oatmeal raisin.”
Mimi twisted her head around to smirk at her as she shut everything off, setting the treats to cool on the stovetop. “But you do, right? You may be the only one in the world whose favorite cookies are oatmeal raisin, but I’ll make them as long as you keep coming around !”
Sora loved the way Mimi ended her sentences so brightly. Her words danced into Sora’s ears, leaving little room for Sora to question whether Mimi actually enjoyed baking them or not. The girl then motioned for Sora to look towards the other side of the counter. A bottle of wine was sat next to two empty glasses. Sora humorously narrowed her eyes at it and turned back to see Mimi’s mischievous grin. She decided that the low lighting was probably purposeful. Everything was. Mimi always got straight to the point.
Still, Sora frowned- a reaction that Mimi couldn’t have expected- and let out a hesitant sigh. Some of her guilt still hung over her, and she knew she couldn’t completely enjoy the moment until she got it off her chest. “Can we talk about something?”
Mimi furrowed her brows in confusion. “Sure. Is something wrong?”
“No, not really...” Sora muttered, “It’s just... remember how I told you Koushiro asked me to get dinner?”
“Oh, yeah.” Mimi lightened up a bit. “How’d it go?”
Sora leaned up against the counter, her palms gripped around the edges on either side of her waist. “He asked about you.”
“Me?” Mimi asked, looking more confused at first until she realized what their meeting was likely about. “What did you tell him?”
Sora averted her gaze. “I told him I thought you were seeing someone.”
Mimi blinked. “And?”
Her tone wasn’t harsh like she was expecting an explanation. Rather it was soft, if only a bit annoyed, like she didn’t understand why it was such a big deal.
Sora felt the same frustration she had at dinner when she repeated Koushiro’s words. “He asked if he knew him.”
Mimi rolled her eyes and laughed. “Well, he’s in for a surprise, isn’t he? When he finds out that he is actually a very pretty girl.”
“Mimi!” Sora tried to raise her voice, but she felt her cheeks heat up. Her blushing made her lose her ground.
“What?” Mimi asked, “Wasn’t it you who wanted to keep this whole thing a secret in the first place? You can’t blame him for not knowing. Besides, it’s only a schoolboy crush.”
“I’m not!” Sora quickly interjected, tinged by Mimi’s interpretation of Koushiro’s feelings. As Mimi spoke, though, Sora struggled to put a label on her own. She already knew that she couldn’t blame Koushiro, but she still felt defensive in a way that was new to her.
“Good,” Mimi added on before Sora had a chance to sputter a semi-coherent response, “because you know, if it was anyone else who wanted to keep me a secret...”
Sora shot Mimi a pleading gaze, a non-verbal “I know, I know, I know.”
They’d been here before... awhile ago.
“Sora, I don’t understand you.” “I don’t need you to understand me. Just believe me, okay? It has nothing to do with you. I would never want to keep you a secret. Look at you... you’re-” “It’s not about Yamato, is it?” “What? No! That was forever-” “Good! Because you know, there’s winners and there’s losers and as far as I’m concerned-” “It’s not about Yamato! Can you listen?!” “Do you not think-” “Mimi! I think you’re beautiful, okay?!” “......Sora..” “I would never want to hide you. I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I just need some time... it’s early... it’s...” “It’s fine. Take the time you need.”
Sora could still recall the feeling of Mimi’s hand reassuringly resting on her shoulder. She understood. The two of them weren’t exactly ‘official’, not yet anyways, and Sora wasn’t the kind of person to broadcast a romance if it wasn’t necessary. Perhaps she felt so flustered at dinner because she knew it was getting to that point. Sooner or later Koushiro was going to find out. Sooner or later Sora would have to confront the fact that she lied to him. Sooner or later, he’d realize that he kept unintentionally wading into their business. Sooner or later, she’d have to admit something about herself, too, or else she’d gamble with losing her.
Sora sighed. This was an awkward situation that no one was really at fault for. Feelings between friends could often spur these sorts of dynamics. After Yamato, Sora decided that she never wanted to date within their team again, but for as logical as she thought she was, somehow her heart always got what it wanted.
What it wanted now was Mimi. What it wanted now was the truth. Sora hated feeling out of control, and Mimi already gave her enough of that. What would it be like to confess their relationship to everyone? To Koushiro? She knew he would understand their romance, but deep down, she questioned whether he’d understand the lie. That’s truly what made Sora feel sick.
And who liked getting sick on the honeymoon? Here she was, in an apartment they’d have to themselves for the night, standing between Mimi and an unopened bottle of wine. Perhaps it was a mistake to keep everything a secret in the first place. This was different than anything Sora’d ever experienced. She could have written herself a whole new code of conduct. She could have...
“Hey...” Mimi had made her way over to Sora’s side and wrapped an arm around her waist. It’s like she could see all the ‘what ifs’ buzzing around in Sora’s head. “Don’t let it ruin the night, okay? He’ll understand eventually.” She pulled her close and rested her head on Sora’s shoulder.
As Sora peered down at her, she could feel her guilt surrounding Koushiro fade into her guilt surrounding Mimi. The girl took Sora’s comfort seriously. She said she’d wait as long as it took. Who else would do something like that? Sora wrestled with the uncomfortable feeling forming at the back of her throat- this situation wasn’t actually no one’s fault. It was hers. Mimi is what made her happy. This was her truth, and she was tired to lying about it.
Sora took a deep breath. There was no going back after this, but she was ready to take the leap. Even if Mimi would actually wait forever, Sora could never do that to her. What was the point in putting it off? In forcing a girl of purity to lie? “We should tell him.”
Mimi’s eyes widened. She lifted her head again and scanned Sora’s face like she was nervous she was pulling a prank. “Tell him? Koushiro?”
“Everyone.”
“Everyone?! Sora, I- mmph!”
Before Mimi could finish her sentence, Sora pulled her into a kiss. Their lips met and Sora’s worries melted away. She was nervous about everything. All of this was new to her, but as long as she had Mimi’s support she was sure she could do it. Besides, this was much better than the alternative- telling no one and losing everything.
Sora pulled back, already aching for more, and mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ and ‘I’m sorry.’ There was no one like Mimi who could teach Sora to be so true to herself. Would there ever be a way to return the favor?
As the two stared at each other, Sora’s eyes glowing, Mimi grinned in anticipation. “So what was it that finally convinced you? Was it jealously?! Was that it?!”
Sora smiled back, her nose crinkling up with happiness. There were some things that words couldn’t explain, so she pulled Mimi in close to her again, tangling a hand up in her hair as their lips met. It would be her uncomfortable duty to make everything right tomorrow, but for now, perhaps there was one way to start making up.
This.
sorami~
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you;
who is more dominant in the bedroom?: Mimi! She’s quite the type to be confident during sex, plus Sora likes it whenever Mimi dominates. She’s really an animal in bed.
who complains the most?: Mimi, of course. She rants to Sora while cuddling with her while Sora just tries to pep talk her and rubs her back to make her feel better.
who’s the laziest?: Mimi! She usually leaves her cooking stuff scattered in the kitchen, plus her stuff are all in the wrong places. You’d find a box of cookies inside the bathroom, probably.
who wakes up the earliest?: Sora, she usually wakes up to cuddle with Mimi so that she won’t go a rampage or go to Jou’s house in the morning to ask him for a piggyback ride.
who does the chores around the house?: Sora, since Mimi has the attention span of a 5 year-old and gets bored easily with chores.
who is the most protective of the other?: Both. But then again, did you see how Sora was when Koushiro scolded Mimi in Ketsui?
who gets jealous the easiest?: Sora, because nearly everyone wants Mimi’s attention too! Plus, Mimi teases her a lot and finds it cute when Sora’s jealous. But they love eachother very much anyway!
and a song or group of songs that describes the ship: x | x
☯ :^)
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our muses have their first kiss
She screamed.
It was all just another horrible dream.
Another nightmare, Mimi’s eyes fluttered open from the moonlight that shone from the clear window next to where she was sleeping. Trying to refuse to wake up from her slumber, she shut her eyes tight, muttering a small mental prayer in her head that she wouldn’t have another nightmare like that again tonight once she drifted off again.
Lately, she’s been having several nightmares of Leomon dying again and again, replaying and haunting her for several nights in her dreams. Including the horrific scenes that she’s seen with her innocent eyes as a child.
Leomon died again, in front of her eyes, and now she felt like she was the cause of it, no matter how much the others convinced her that it wasn’t.
So ever Mimi-like, she’d pull off a fake smile and laugh along with a mimicry of her usual playful attitude to make the others’ worries of her go away. The others couldn’t even tell that she was faking some of her smiles that were plastered on her pretty face.
She laughed bitterly at the thought, then reached for her phone inside her fluffy pink bag and flipped it open.
It was only 3 AM in the morning.