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Sketch of the future is pennant

I decided to do something ambitious during my studies. And she came up with the idea to combine the technique of cyanotype and application. Also, use gold and red floss threads as a decoration

I will post videos and photos with the stages of work

You couldn’t bring yourself to mutter anything back, the pressure in your head basically incapacitating you. It started off small. An annoyance but not enough to prevent you from doing the household work you promised yourself you would get to. Phainon was at work and the house was a mess from the procrastination of you both. However, as the day progressed, the ache in your head grew worse and worse until you decided to settle for a small nap. 

What a joke.

The thirty minutes you promised yourself turned into an hour, and then another, until you woke up hot, sweaty, mouth dry, and head absolutely pounding. Time was an illusion, reality was abstract, your mind in a haze.

And that’s how Phainon came back to you.

“Shh,” he comforted when you let out a pained whine, a sharp ache striking you right between the eyes. If you had the strength to look at him you would see his face crumpled in such agony that you would think he was the one suffering. And in a way he was. Seeing you writhe at the torture your own body subjected you to while he could do nothing but comfort you brought him more pain than anything else could.

With just a glimmer of light, I'll be able to pierce through the clouds. Use mine. I am the one who bears the world. I am the blazing sun, destined to rise.

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───❝BUT I THINK I MIGHT, TAKE A BITE.❞

ノㅤ﹕ft. BLADE x gn+stellaron hunter!readerᆞdomestic fluffᆞquiet intimacy

ノㅤ﹕wc ⋮ 665ᆞkinda proofread but also not really

The front door of the apartment creaked closed as you shut it, letting out a quiet, yet long sigh. The fatigue of the day is still clinging on to your shoulders as you hang your coat up, while your feet ache as you take of your shoes. Once you finally get them off relief crashes over you the same way the smell of chicken and tofu does.

Wait, chicken and tofu?

Heading deeper into the apartment you share with your fellow hunters, you catch a sight that has become seemingly more common recently. Which is Blade, carefully frying tofu, while making sure that it gets crispy without letting it burn, and skillfully keeping an eye on some chicken in a seperate pan.

He hums a small 'welcome back' as you silently sit down at one of the stools by the kitchen island, watching him toss the tofu a bit, his movements focused and presiced.

You think back on the last little while, or rather how normal coming back to Blade and his cooking has become. Initially, he started cooking when Silver Wolf was far too focused on grinding through some game to notice her stomach growling, then he started to do it to help out Firefly when her illness was causing her trouble, and finally he now cooks for all of you to simply pass the time. Does this also count as a perk of being stationed in one spot for a good while?

Although yes, food was not usually an issue. Elio made sure that you all ate at least something every once in a while, albeit that mostly consisted of fast food and/or the occasional charcuterie board when missions happened to involve some fancy event. None of these things taste bad, quite the contrary actually, yet nothing can truly beat a mediocre home-cooked meal. It's the thought that counts, not the lack-luster seasoning!

Having been lost deep within the labyrinth of your thoughts, the tap of the plate against the contertop startes you right back to reality. The reality of Blade, casually sitting across from you with his portion of food.

You watch him silently for a few moments, he stops mid bite to shoot you a questioning glance, a wordless way of asking you what's up. You shake your head, a simple way of conveying your answer—nothing.

He nods, going back to his food. Best to join him and dig in while it's still hot. And as the food graces your tastebuds, you are blessed with simple salt and pepper. And boy is it marvelous.

Not too salty, but just enough to not be bland. Not too oily, but still not bone dry. It is perfectly average in every way and it sure as hell hits the spot after such a long and tiring mission.

After a good few minutes, he speaks up: "Is it good?"

You nod, his face softening a bit. The shared meal slowly falls back into silence. Not an empty, awkward one though; it's more casual, something akin to comfort. The kind you can only find within the apartment of a group of fate-chasers.

It does not take the pair of you long to polish off your meals, Blade makes quick work of picking up the dishes, and you watch him as he moves to the sink to go wash them.

You move too, standing up to help him with the chore. "It's fine." you interrupt before he gets to shoo you away, "Let me help, think of it as a thank you for the meal." you shoot him a smile, the way his shoulders relax slightly does not go unoticed by you.

Apart from the sound of running tap water, the silence between you two has returned once more. This too, has gotten rather common when you find yourselves alone and caught in a domestic moment. A subtle testament to the comfort betwixt the pair of you that lies within simply being in eachothers presence.

ノㅤ﹕A/N ⋮ Finally!!! Exams are over!!! So i will try to post more, yipppieee!!!! Also, i do hope you enjoy this nonnie, hopefully i did your ask justice!