@wanderfated asked: smash or pass?
❝ while i try to avoid mixing business and pleasure- ❞
❝ for you, i make an exception. smash. ❞

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@wanderfated asked: smash or pass?
❝ while i try to avoid mixing business and pleasure- ❞
❝ for you, i make an exception. smash. ❞
smash or pass for kaszuuuus
@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.
。・:*:・゚★ | | @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-