#tenebriiism

[battleshot]

Continued from here, because tumblr hates me (: @tenebriism​​

                                                  𝙽𝙾𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚂  𝙿𝙴𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳  𝙰𝚃  𝙷𝙸𝙼;  Prompto  knew  the  one  who  became  his  best  friend  would  stand  by  him  --    cyberlife  didn't  worry  him.    Still,  bewilderment  wasn't    unknown    to  the  royal    (    though  Prompto  was  not  around  to  observe  much  of  it.    ),    knowing  that  he  had  no  other  meeting  that  day.  He  was  only  expected  to  be  available  for  the  Cyberlife  investigation.  

Deftly    maneuvering    out  of  the  hall,  or  to  the  best  of  his  skill,  the  android  meanders  through  its  corridors.  Nerves  taut,  azureous  optics  to  blink  faster  --  His    insecurity    was  suddenly  evident  in  a  seemingly    innocuous    place.  However,  being  knowledgeable,  he  was  likely  to  know  where  to  hunker  down  in  this    grand  architecture.  

This  experience  was  not  in  the  least  pleasant  to  him.    Anxiety.    The  human  essence...    the  emotions  ...  It  was  such  a  foreign  notion  for  him.  Yet  there  was  some  good  in  it  all.  For  happiness,  joy,  laughter,  and  for  the  royals'  graciousness,    he  was  glad.    To  return  to  the  solitude  of  monastic  life  was  not  worth  it.  The  android  had  been  afforded  a    privileged  life    most  would  never  have.  

  Though,  a  corporation  with  a  vendetta  against  him  would  not  relent.  If  they    considered    Prompto  a  threat  to  the  crown,  they  would  make  it  their  mission  to  track  him  down.  And  as  he  continued  to  sneak  around,  it  was    transparent    that  the  blonde  had  no  illusions  of  safety.  

Finally,  taking  refuge  in  a  training  room,  he  had  a  brief  respite,  maintaining  an  eye  on  his  back.  This  man  (  machine  )   was  not  about  to  surrender  to  them;    he  would  not  submit.    But,  in  any  case,  the  idea  that  this  would  be  swept  away,  erased,  and    disregarded  ...  he    trembled    at  the  thought.  

[greatersgood]

@tenebriiism​ : “ you know i’m here for you, right? “

concerned sentence prompts.

“ huh? – oh, i know! “ it was nothing he was unaware of, and yet, despite responding as if it was obvious, it took him aback slightly. if there was one constant among the many lows experienced since his arrival in tokyo, it was the company he counted himself lucky to have. he had friends back in sendai, sure, but beyond his grandpa, there was nothing keeping him there. it’s only now, with everyone at jujutsu tech – with kugisaki and fushiguro, two people whom he held truly and honestly dear to his heart, and these exact gentle reminders that meant a lot more than megumi would ever know, that he realised he used to be quite lonely. that, in itself, warranted a simper. “ thank you . . . you know the same applies, right? always. “ they weren’t the pair to often talk about their feelings, but yuuji hopes megumi knows that as long as he’s around, there’s a hand extended for him, and space being held. “ i know you’re kind of a closed book most times – seriously, you’re a mystery and a half, y’know – but i’ve got your back. “

[scaledhit]

@tenebriiism​ said:

❝ here. ❞ fushiguro sets down a cup of coffee, && a casse-croûte sandwich. from fushiguro's quiet observations, it seems that nanami prefers this kind of sandwich the most. fushiguro doesn’t mention how he made everything himself. the boy doesn’t need credit. he just wants nanami to be well.

the wafting smell of what was no doubt an 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 cup of coffee had been enough to catch nanami’s attention long before the cup was placed before him. his brows lifted slightly in surprise at the unexpected spread before him.

‘ I appreciate your concern, fushiguro-kun ’ replied the elder sorcerer. the sandwich looked remarkably appetizing—and it was his absolute favourite. he wondered if the boy had gone out of his way to find nanami what he liked. it made his heart warm. 

‘ Please share this with me, it must have taken great effort to find this particular sandwich. ’ nanami motioned at the seat across from himself before seperating one half of the sandwich to share it with the boy. 

‘ Fushiguro-kun, you really didn’t have to do this though. Children shouldn’t have to take care of the adults. ’

[justicebled]

@tenebriism​ / like’d for yuri in a suit / white day.

he was expecting him to arrive. granted estelle had invited him; and he knew he himself was late arriving to their usual spot as he buttoned up half way his suit and repede barked their entry. 

for once, the vigilante looks unburdened. all the suffering in silence wiped clean or perhaps well hidden, as he simply took in the familiar faces and rather shocked ones at him so formally dressed. knowing their yuri, he’d have the thing off out of annoyance for it being too ‘stuffy’ and ‘confining’ . the man’s hair slid down past his waist in an easy going half-up style; repede even sporting a matching bow. if he was going in style, he may as well have his partner too, right?

“i wear a suit one day and you all freak out, huh? ouch. ‘ his low baritone drawls out; smirking at each of his friends before striding confidently inside with a few chuckles of affection his way. he waved a hand with a pronounced eyeroll before he glanced over at for once, who was on cooking duty.  judy had made most of the refreshments and even estelle had gotten better. raven had gotten wine, when didn’t he get booze, fancy or no? and karol looked sharp in his tie. rita even had a dress on and patty was still winking at him as usual, never change you weirdo. rue the day huh? seemed the gang and co. were all here.

 even....

if there’s any sense of feeling that flynn is out of place there, he certainly doesn’t show nor convey it. nor even truly feel it. even if flynn is far away; even for all the hurt between them, he was and always would be his best friend. not that he’d easily admit that; unsure really where they stood.

“ ... so mom do i pass? “ deep voice echoes from behind him as he ignores convention and slides over the couch; repede walking beneath their legs to sit between them. voice in jest. it’s a bit more awkward than it used to be as fledgling knights, and a lot more pain to follow with it. but yuri’s eyes are bright and smiling as he takes a sip of his wine, for all purposes besides, content.

“i heard you were comin’,  how’d you escape the prison of papers, commandant? ” 

[cannonball-minimum-blog]

@tenebriiism

( 🎵 ) “You know...”

“If you hadn’t decided to be an ass we would probably not be at risk of dying.”

Nice you were the one who was pursuing a gang... It’s not their fault you got caught because of a conversation.

[believingxdreams]

@tenebriiism

“Johannes!”

She’s kind of sorry for her outburst, but it’s been so long and she really can’t hold her excitement as she rushes into him and damn near tackles him to the ground when she wraps her arms around him in a tight hug. 

“It’s so good to see you!” Despite her cheerful words though, she can’t help but feel anxious that she doesn’t really deserve to act like she’s this friendly with him...

After all, what if he felt like she abandoned him...?

That was enough for her to at least loosen her grip from him and pull away, just to not seem too clingy, but she tried to keep her best smile on despite the pressure clenching at her chest. “I really missed you a lot! How’ve you been?” She did and she hoped he would believe her. It wasn’t like she never thought about him at all... in fact, she did. A lot more than he might have thought.

[battleshot]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭  @tenebriism​  // Cullen ( accepting ) 

      ❝      I  trust  everything  that's  written  in  purple  ink.      ❞  

[greatersgood]

* @tenebriiism​ liked for a starter !

“ can’t you just summon your shikigami now? i promise i won’t try and steal a rabbit again, i just wanna pet the dog. “ the current situation, to any outsider, would have looked ordinary; yuuji currently draped over the side of fushiguro’s bed, upside down, staring at the wall opposite as he sprouted his usual nonsense. two normal friends. often, he found himself in the room next door to his own, for it was a lot more organised; that’s what he told everyone, anyways ( that, and kugisaki throws him out with no hesitation ). however, a combination of a two month absence from his beloved newfound companions, alongside exposure to visceral escapades that had left their mark through plagued sleepless nights and ghosted violet shadows beneath the oculars, meant that yuuji found solace in the company. time was limited, they both knew that, and so instead of dwelling in fear of the ticking clock, he clung onto every moment — every memory, be it even the most mundane, with both hands. “ . . . hey, fushiguro? you’re not still mad at me, right? it’s okay if you are, but i did apologise for the whole not–telling–you–i’m–alive thing! “