#wanderfated

[suiyuun-archive]

@wanderfated​ asked: smash or pass?

             ❝  while  i  try  to  avoid  mixing  business  and  pleasure-  ❞

                                   ❝  for  you,  i  make  an  exception.  smash.  ❞

[luminousglimmer-a]

smash or pass for kaszuuuus

[sunwield-a]

@wanderfated,    prompt    (  accepting  )    /     [SUPPORT]  -  sender  pulls  receiver's  arm  over  their  shoulder  for  support.

(    violent,    blood-ridden  conflict:    there  is  something  in  his  faintest  memory  that  makes  his  stomach  twist,    something  personal,    like  the  last  images  of  a  home  long  burnt.    he  wonders  if  this  is  what  zhongli  meant  when  he  speaks  of  the  archon  war    --    great    &    towering  mountains,    brought  low  by  the  simplicity  of  a  weapon  in  the  right  hands.    the  way  destruction  lies  in  the  fingers,    in  the  curve  of  the  palm;    how  iron  sings  and  sets  the  world  alight.    familiar.    a  dance  he  has  done  before.    )

somewhere  far,    far  away,    someone  is  shouting.    the  uniforms  of  the  watatsumi  army  feel  like  a  blur,    interspersed  in  the  yumemiru  trees  until  it  all  bleeds  together  into  a  faint  rusty  red.    he  blinks  slow  and  braces  a  hand  to  his  eyes  as  the  violet  sky  lights  in  a  flash.    lightning  on  the  horizon,    it’s  low  rumble  just  barely  enough  to  pierce  through  the  fog  and  scatter  like  leaves,    a  hum  in  the  misty  haziness  of  his  mind.

he  doesn’t  flinch  when  a  hand  closes  over  his  shoulder,    when  fingers  circle  his  wrist  and  pull.    goes,    smooth  and  yielding  as  the  tide,    his  body  too  heavy,    too  tired,    too  separate  from  him  to  think  of  anything  else.

it  is  a  long  moment,    helped  along  in  a  slow  glide    (    his  body  worse  than  he  expected;    feeling  filters  in  slowly,    and  each  bruise,    each  slash,    each  pain  worse  than  the  last  makes  itself  known    ).    his  hands  won’t  work  correctly,    his  fingers  only  serving  to  dig  into  the  shoulder  that  supports  him,    so  it’s  the  warbling,    lilting  notes  of  his  voice,    hanging  thin  on  simple  thread,    that  greet  the  ronin.      “    kazuha.    “

(    like  sighing,    like  the  vestiges  of  warmth,    whatever  he  can  dredge  up  from  this  long    &    tired  night    ).

“    i‘m    okay,    i  can    --    “    a  slow  fade  of  speech,    his  head  sloping  to  rest  against  the  other’s  shoulder,    eyes  fluttering  and  half  closing.    the  sentence  remains  in  the  air,    unfinished  and  destined  to  remain  so.

[luminousglimmer-a]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★  |  | @wanderfated  ―  𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉   ✧  

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Lumine: Kazuha taught me to think before I act. Lumine: ...So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Kazuha: Lumine just said "I have an appetite for destruction" and then they reached down and untied my shoe.

Lumine: I think I need a hug... Kazuha: Good thing I'm hug shaped! *45 minutes later* Lumine: You... you can let go now. Kazuha: No, I absolutely cannot.

Lumine: If I run and leap at Kazuha, they will most certainly catch me in their arms. Lumine, running towards Kazuha: Coming in! Kazuha: No! I’m holding coffee! Kazuha: *Drops coffee and catches Lumine*

Kazuha: We need a plan to beat them. Lumine: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. Kazuha: Lumine: Judge me all you want, I get results.

Lumine: What's this? Kazuha, hugging Lumine: Affection! Lumine: Disgusting. Lumine: ...Do it again.

Lumine: I love you. Kazuha, not paying attention: What was that? Lumine: I said I’m selling you to the zoo-