In this house we stan Koto

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In this house we stan Koto
@swordrisen said (inbox):
❛❛ I'm always sleeping on you so ---- ❜❜ A tender press to his shoulders , to slowly drag him down until his head rests again her lap ( hopefully with comfort. ) ❛❛ Sleep awhile. Don't worry , I'll keep you safe , Oz - mochi. ❜❜
THERE WAS NO DENYING that Ozymandias felt that telltale desire for a nap creeping up on him. Servants might not have needed to sleep, or eat, or do anything that the living did to survive, but that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy those same things still. Oh how busy he had been as a king, constantly keeping up with the goings-on with his kingdom, constantly keeping dialogue open between him and his Vizier so that he was aware of things that required his attention and things that could be delegated elsewhere. Still, time for a nap was such a rare thing that when he did have a chance to grasp hold of it, he would often find himself feeling so rested afterwards as if he had been slumbering upon gentle waters. At first he frowned, uncertain as to whether he should be closing his eyes at all when there was a watch to keep, but...Koto could surely handle it without him. After all, she was used to the sounds of the night and would know if something were remiss in comparison to himself.
For she had been a Demonslayer and he a king. That alone denoted who was better suited for this kind of work. ❝Mm...fine, but only thirty minutes.❞ Just thirty. Nothing more or less. When he next awoke, the moon would still be high above them, the stars still glimmering, but he would have a much quieter mind. Allowing himself to be pulled down, took a deep breath, hands coming to clasp upon his stomach as gold disappeared from sight, darkness all that he could see behind closed lids. There was never in doubt in his mind that Koto would ensure his protection during this most vulnerable moment. He trusted her and always would.
@swordrisen said (inbox):
❛❛ Kento - kun. ❜❜ A SHIVER , the blinding cold of tonality ( poisonous rage breathed from the depths of herself. ) BEFORE HER , a man once dear to her ( still dear & yet , she will have his head. ) FOR EVIL HAS TWISTED HIM , blighted the man who she once laughed beneath the day with ( who would have thought him of all people would side with that man ? ) This man who she once believed to be kinder than any other & her heart aches────perhaps , in another world ( they are laughing ; things having never shifted into this horror. ) Forth , she suddenly moves ( grabbing hold of his wrists & slamming them harshly again the cold surface behind them. ) Her knee moves , shifting with a harsh slam against his thigh , pinning him within place for ever how shortly. She raises her head , looking upon him & into his eyes ( those eyes she once believed to be kind. )
She can recall the day he was declared a Curse User ; none in her office had ever seen her tears & wrathful screams , not until that man's crimes were spoken & once again , they witnessed them when Kento was declared a Curse User , her screams burning her throat & her tears slipping like poison , intending to burn him alive. ❛❛ I'm going to kill you now , Kento - kun. ❜❜ A bitter grin , but it fades so quickly. ❛❛ If only you had stayed the kind & gentle , the good Kento - kun I believed you to be. ❜❜ Perhaps , first she shall rip his throat out with her teeth & then she will behead him.
IT WAS INEVITABLE THAT one day he would encounter someone he knew – someone who knew HIM from when he had been a brooding young man up until he had become a responsible adult. It was a given in their ‘small’ world that a clash would take place one day, but he had hoped, and hoped, that he would never meet Koto. Alas, he had known that was wishful thinking. He was not so optimistic as to assume otherwise. As soon as he heard his name, he had froze, eyes hidden behind lens looking upon his opponent without a hint of emotion to be discerned within is gaze. Despite that, despite how he held himself on the surface, his heart had twisted as if someone had reached into his very chest and squeezed it viciously. Why did it have to be you? He had thought to himself, words forever trapped deep within his person to never be spoken. ❝Koto-san,❞ he replied in return, voice steady and low to match the frigid neutrality he wore like a mask.
In her eyes, was he a pitiful ‘curse’ to be eliminated? To be slain with the same rage that she had always killed them? Koto had always seen the world around them in black and white, good and evil. No doubt upon hearing he had switched sides, she now assumed his soul to be stained and in need of cleansing. Before he could so much as move to grab his weapon, she was upon him. Hands were gripped with that inhuman strength she always bore for that small size, and before he knew it, he was pinned in place and held there like a mouse beneath a cat’s sharp claws. When he met her gaze up close, that was when the mask shifted, when it partially melted to expose the man beneath it. ❝Is it so easy to lose faith in me?❞ It was a simple statement devoid of any embellishment, but Nanami was never one for long speeches and the like. He stated things bluntly because it was just so much easier that way.
His eyes lacked in their previous frigidity, something akin to melancholy there within those colored lens. ❝Very well. Kill me then, Koto. Slay this monster as you do all of them until the rage in your body abates.❞ And she is left feeling empty afterwards, for vengeance had a way of doing that. It filled the heart with a burning flame that could engulf everything, could make that person do the impossible, and yet…when all was said and done, where was that flame then? You were once more left in the dark, and the demons that lurked there continued to follow. ❝Finish this curse.❞
❛❛ Wanna play soccer with your head ? ❜❜ ( from koto ASDCFVGBNJBVF )
" huh? soccer? ah, that game where you kick a ball? mmm —
now that doesn't sound very fun to me! you would be kicking me around so much that i wouldn't even be able to participate properly! would you really want that, koto - chan? huh? i know you're concerned about my well being and all but — ok! " insert long tangents about their longevity of friendships over hundreds of years developed in a fun game of soccer.
💖 ZARITSU , i tried sending it once but i don't think it went through so i'm sorry if this sends twice !
@swordrisen
How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Would they…
Make the first move? Yes | No ( easily answered. ) Say “I love you” first? Yes | No ( I feel like Mitsuri will say it first uwu ) Cheat on them? Yes | No Be the jealous type? Yes | No ( how can she be jealous with this angel tbh ) Plan the dates? Yes | No Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No ( esp to make mitsuri blush ) Remember anniversaries? Yes | No
BOLD WHAT APPLIES:
Their Relationship Is:
friends to lovers | rivals to lovers | enemies to lovers | still just enemies | mutual pining | star crossed lovers | old married couple | perpetual honeymoon phase | stable and boring | stable but not boring | secret lovers | best friends hiding their feelings | and they were roommates | friends with benefits | coworkers avoiding HR | one-sided affection | weird sexual tension | it’s complicated | toxic relationship | a secret affair | an actual dumpster fire | other
PUBLIC Displays of Affection:
hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips | cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection
PRIVATE Displays of Affection:
hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips | cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection
Do they stay together?
yes, this is endgame | yes but someone is gonna die tragically | something is keeping them apart | they part ways as friends | they part ways as enemies | they’re on-again-off-again | they have a super messy breakup | it was just a fling | other
❝ 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄 ・ ❪ @swordrisen / koto unkaku ❫
❝ oh , hello koto ! ❞ ana would have gone up to move closer to her friend but she was in kind of a predicament. on her lap and even hanging off her shoulders , were a couple of cats that were asking for her attention and affection. and she couldn’t just leave , not with how adorable they were being. instead , schariac would pat down at the grass beside her , literally the only free space anywhere near the woman. ❝ come sit. help me ? i’ve only got two hands. ❞
@swordrisen said (inbox):
❛❛ Your hair reminds me of the earth. ❜❜ Her voice , soft & delicate in this moment ; a brush held , boar bristle , to detangle & thread through the tresses of his hair , the earthen hue. ❛❛ It fits you well. ❜❜ She hums , looking down to his eyes , the golden hue , like a sun bursting to life. ❛❛ Flowers need the earth to grow , you're like that sometimes. She , who you loved so well , was a lotus that came from the earth's loving soil , like all flowers do. ❜❜ She closes her eyes , humming softly. ❛❛ I wonder how many else you loved , wives & children , subjects , were flowers that grew from your gentle soil. ❜❜ She giggles softly , still yet brushing his hair. ❛❛ Am I talking too much again ? ❜❜
NITOCRIS SOMETIMES BRUSHED HIS hair, so this was a marked change to have someone else do it. In her case, although she would die if he ever mentioned it to her, but she reminded him of an older sister overlooking her younger sibling. Considering she was a pharaoh before him, albeit for a shorter time, that would not have been too far off the mark. But Koto, though... What was Koto in all this? He honestly couldn't think of anything -- any form of label -- to put upon her even in tease. Such a peculiar woman overflowing with boundless love for others to the point that she would pick up a blade and die for them if only so they did not suffer. Quietly he listened to her words; however, the more he listened, the greater his embarrassment grew. Sometimes he wonder if Koto ever even thought about what left those lips of hers or if she just blurted out her thoughts unhindered. Knowing her, he could most certainly see it as the latter.
❝I was not aware that you had become a poet in my presence. Who would have thought that the country girl could have such ability to weave words together into a beautiful image.❞ He laughed, amused by his own words as gold shifted to meet her gaze. ❝You should take that as another pastime, Koto. Perhaps you will create a book of poetry that can be left behind when you leave. Maybe our summoner will publish it and have the entire world know that this 'Unkaku Koto', this mystery woman, has such romantic thoughts floating about in her head.❞
@swordrisen said (inbox):
Koto looks around very quickly before tugging on Ozymandias' hand. Leaning into his ear , she whispers soft. ❛❛ What's a Backyardigan ? I don't understand , Oz - mochi. Help. I don't want Arash - kun to make a sad face. ❜❜
❝...❞ Why was Koto coming to him with this? Ozymandias didn't even know what the hell a Backyardigan was. He had only been going along with Arash in order to not look like a fool for not knowing..whatever...that was, but now Koto was clinging to him seeking answers he had no idea how to answer in the first place. ❝It is...❞ he trailed off, trying to come up with some kind of explanation that was vague enough to make it seem like he knew what he was talking about, but also wouldn't bring up even more questions. ❝An individual who defends others.❞ Yes, that was right. Arash had made it sound like this 'Backyardigan' was some kind of hero...or something. Whether that was right or not, Ozymandias was just taking a shot in the dark and hoping he hit a target.