The Wings of Beginning

They called her the Virgin Blade. The Wings of Beginning. And she was, she truly was. Independent Air Gear Gazelle Tracking: wingsofbeginning

[leviiathann]

                                             I’M GONNA FUCKING BREAK YOU BITCH.                                            personal blog’s do not reblog.

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There’s commotion Shizuo isn’t paying mind too; doesn’t feel the need to take his attention away from the act of instilling a sort of calmness within himself. It’s to make himself continue to feel content with his day at work yet lack of anger. Nonetheless, he’s curious as to what is causing such sounds of excitement. He merely glances towards them, blinks slowly.

   A crowd; voices loud and expressing some concern, some excitement and others that seem to be gushing over what had just occurred. Shizuo; nonetheless did not manage to muster up a will to care. It wasn’t to be rude, just as he hadn’t seen the cause of excitement thus shrugs it off.

     It wasn’t until he hears a voice call out. 

Wallet?

    His hand finds his pocket, fingers pressing against the fabric and feeling for the bulge of his wallet. A cold of panic hits him, Shizuo finds his lighter and then turns to the source of voice; he checks his other pocket and clears his throat.

   “Not mine,” he responds. It’s slowly said and his eyes are falling onto the wallet, “you should leave it with the police office or something.”

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The blue-haired woman straightens herself with a blink of her golden eyes, a somewhat confused glint appearing within them. So, the wallet she just found did not belong to this tall blonde-haired man? She wonders then, whom it belongs to...  She raises her hand to peer at the fabric of the wallet, moving a finger along it before her lips move into an 'o'.

So it was not his... And she needed to bring it to the police.

"I will!" she assures him with a smile before looking around, a frown soon replacing the smile. "But uhm... Sir?" she finally asks, giving a light smile. "... I'm unsure where the police office is here... Mind helping me along?" she asks, moving over to him.

Unless he has better things to do. She could not expect anyone to just drop everything to help her out, of course she knew this!

But still, it was fine to ask, right?

[fawking-izaya-archived]

          —♣|| Throws a great ball! … It breaks free and runs away SHRIEKING! “WHY! IT WAS A GREAT BALL!”

[wingsofbeginning-blog1]

“NO!! That’s cheating! Darn it, Haunter!!”

[viaelaw-blog]

     He wants to snap at her, to inform her that he knows it’s okay to feel the way he does, that he knows it’s okay to cry in these moments because he’s been through this since he was five. But she’s merely trying to help him and to snap at her would do nothing but make him feel awful. He hates this – this overwhelming urge to snap and snarl at anyone who attempts to help while he’s in this state. Kitagawa lets out a shaky exhale through his nose, grasping for the cloth of his jacket to rub it between forefinger and thumb.

     He needs to ground himself – he curses his lack of foresight. If he had known it was going to rain, he would have brought Inari with him instead of leaving her at the Pokecenter for some much needed rest.

     He presses the heels of his palms to his eyes, abandoning the cloth of his jacket to try to soothe himself better.

               “ I’m not worried about people knowing I cried. It’s                pretty normal for me – it’s the thunder that drives me                up the walls… “

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Her golden hues fall upon the Jolteon at her feet, the way those blue hues gaze upon her, the way they stare at the stranger she helps. She knew Blade was simply fretting over her. Her and the stranger all the same. Maybe her a bit more because they were f a m i l y... A deep breath is taken in, her hand seizes movement for a mere moment upon his shoulder as her canine sinks gently in the tender flesh of her bottomlip. Hard enough to feel, yet not hard enough to break through skin.

Words are finally spoken, an assurance that he did not worry about people seeing him cry. That it was normal for him. For some reason, that made her sad... Had he cried a lot in the past? She hopes that when that happened... Someone was there to soothe him.

"The thunder...?"

Her eyes fall up to the sky, lips moving into a gentle 'o' before she finally starts rummaging through her bag. She's certain she took it with her. It feels good to listen to something whilst rollerskating, after all. "One moment, I think I have something." she utters, finally grasping the object she was searching for and giving a smile.

"I don't know whether you like my kind of music." she comments, placing her headphone over his hair in a gentle manner. "But I think hearing the music is better than hearing the thunder, right?" she offers, peering down at the small device in her hand and finally glancing up.

"Right?"

She refuses to enter play until she is absolutely certain the other is fine with it.

[katsmoving]

You fell in love with a broken boy, You knew loving him would be your destruction, So you didn’t just fall, You jumped.

You always did like the taste of blood a little too damn much // k.s. (via worthygamora)

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humanitarianisms

  ❛  AirTreks, you say? I can’t say I’ve heard of them before, no. How interesting. ❜

Interesting indeed! Fascinating, even. There was poetry in it.

There was poetry in the situation he found himself in, too, he supposed. If he were to trade in his analytical mind for a more romantic one, perhaps the situation would have made him dreamy. The girl who could fly, soaring over the city until she came to a stop upon the roof he happened to be gazing from.

Shoes meant for flight. Shoes meant for flight. What an idea! It was a dreamy invention; the innovator must have been something of a dreamer to get the idea off the ground.

“W e l l. They’re very known where I come from.” she chirped happily, spinning around to face the dark-haired man with a smile touching her lips. It was odd that this man didn’t know of AirTreks! But then again, this was a completely different place then where she came from...

      This was all so d i f f e r e n t.

Her golden hues fall upon the other, a somewhat curious look overtook her face as she leaned in, her hands rested against her knees. Was he lonely? Was that why he had settled down here?

She knew some people did that.

“Do you want to f l y ?”

The question is asked with an almost child-like excitement upon her face. “I could help you touch the sky. A bit.”

[fawking-izaya-archived]

          —♣|| “Oh shit is that a Haunter?!”

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“!!!”

A haunter!

“Quick!! Catch it!”

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@wingsofbeginning has appeared

A single golden eye blinked as he saw a figure that looked like Agito, but this one was a woman? Did he know her? Was she another facet of his psychological issues?

“…Agito, if you’re messing with me, it’s not funny.” he quietly said, gathering his skirt in his small hands.

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“A g i t o ?”

The voice is quiet, a frown slowly caressed her face before she peered up to look at the teenager stood before her. Like her, yet unlike her. Similar features, but completely different.

“I am not Agito.”

[wingsofbeginning-blog1]

I’m trash and I will be adding a Pokémon verse for Gazelle! <3

[galaxieshield-blog]

                         ❝     oh —— ? ?    ❞

                      CONFUSION  is met upon the words of the small  HUMAN  before her. cranium tilts in the utmost expression of  CONFUSION. however she smiles none the less, lips pull upwards  &&  she gave a light laughter of sorts, throaty  &&  pulled from within her chest.

    ❝     you’re a rather strange one ma’am — ! !  i am rather on the  TALL  side so to speak —– however i am glad you did not harm yourself with lifting me  — ! !     ❞

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The smile that appears upon her face is nearly b l i n d i n g. She gazes up at the other through squinted eyes, gently patting her chest twice. “ You shouldn’t worry about me! ” she assures the other woman, blinking once. “ I train, a lot. Like, a ton! ” she adds with a puff of the cheeks.

Even if sometimes Kaito worried...

“ S t r a n g e ? ”

Well, she could not object to those words, could she? Many had spoken them before. Yes. Maybe she was a little bit off. A little bit out of the ordinary. But that was o k a y. That was simply who she was.

That was what suits her just fine.

“ Mmhh-mhm! Thank you for allowing me!  ”

[deco-27]

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Kaito Wanijima icons

None of this art is mine. They were all cropped and edited by me. Feel free to use.

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Anime/Manga: Air Gear

Character: Kaito Wanijima

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@monster-with-a-stopsign

Rich hazel eyes flicked downward to the hand on his sleeve, brow furrowed behind his cobalt sunglasses. The blond’s demeanor tensed. His shirt; the shirt his brother gave to him. A threatening growl erupted from the depths of his throat.

❝Listen, what do you–

–Huh?❞

Staring at the bottle in the girl’s outstretched hand, Shizuo reached out hesitantly and took it. He eyed it over once before taking a sip, sighing as the sweet liquid calmed him right away. The blond offered the girl a small smile in response, clinging to the milk with both hands like it were a precious treasure.

❝Heh, thank you for this– uh, what did you say your name was?❞

She had been well aware that the other had a certain glare upon his face. That he had been ready to lash out at her. All of which she would have taken with a smile on her face, to be quite fair. And a certain tongue lashing if he had went too far. But before it could get that far, he had noticed the bottle of milk she had given him.

The rage had died down, instead being replaced by a certain sense of  S E R E N I T Y . It seemed he really did love his milk!

“ Me? ” she asked, pointing her index finger at her chest before a grin appeared on her face and she winked once. Well, she didn’t quite know his name yet, but she was certain he would tell her that after she had given her own! And he appeared nice, despite the somewhat violent nature that clung at him.

It made her think just a teensy bit of Kaito.

Just a teensy!

“ I’m Gazelle! Nice to meet you! “

[galaxieshield-blog]

❝   &&  I see fire  HOLLOWING SOULS  I see fire,  blood in the breeze  &&  I hope that you remember me )   private && selective humanoid voltron of: ——  voltron legendary defender

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@viaelaw

    Breathing comes easier said than done – the storm had swept in without warning, stranding him in an unfamiliar place without the majority of his service Pokemon. Thunder startles him every time it rumbles across the sky and he’s gasping, honest to God trying his best to breathe, to stave off the panic that’s welling up in his chest and threatening to force tears out of the corners of his eyes.

              “ I-I’m sorry – “

    Sorry for being blind, for being weak, for inconveniencing the stranger.

He apologizes to her and she just doesn’t understand W H Y . . . He had done nothing to her. He had done her no wrong. Did he apologize because he felt like he was inconveniencing her? What a silly thing to think... She felt it no inconvenience to her... She did not scoff or scowl at the young man that had been stranded here together with her. Instead, she had opted on remaining at his side, her petite hand gently rubbing over his back.

In an almost m o t h e r l y way.

“It’s okay, really... You don’t have nothing to apologize for with me... It’s okay.” she quietly assured him, hand rubbing at his shoulder. “There’s no need... You know, being scared like this... It’s not stupid or anything.. I can get where you’re coming from. Storms... They’re scary in a way, aren’t they? You’re completely in your right by feeling like this. And.. If you have need of crying... you can cry. I won’t tell anyone. Pinky promise! And that is the most sacred of promises!”