( SUNSHINE ) 光と影

what if i made u one of these ferris chan ´w´

" ... w-what are these creatures that the dango disguise themselves as?

A curse?

Potent in every sign drawn, it was obviously meant for vast separation from one point to another. Magical attributes had not been the forte of the juvenile swordswoman, interests resting in preference with the hefty blade her slender arms maneuvered with elegant precision. Rather, labeled the greatest magician of Roland whom gained rank as her partner wielded the understanding in this department. Whilst he fended away the lethal magic, she would handle any other obstacle that might damper their efforts of a swift escape.

Disappointment always accompanied failure in dire situations as these.

And chagrin had verily sunk it's sharp fangs into the lovely maiden indeed.

Cerulean optics widened in brief bewilderment, a portrayal that clashed with features of emotionless porcelain. As if a finely made doll were released by gravity itself into this beautiful atmosphere. Golden tufts sprawled as digits gripped tightly upon the hilt of her sword, soles longing for the solid ground. Brilliant rays of carmine faded into the peerless sky as her vision finally came to a scenery she had hoped not to meet; rooftops sprinkled below her, the citizens of this foreign city like ants marching slowly.

Yet, as the Earth's pull began to drop her slowly. " D - Damn you, Ryyyneeerrrrrr! "

A descending force from such heights would certainly make a mess upon impact, partial armour keeping her fairly secure and safe. Not much could be said, however, about the building she had fallen through with a loud crack, dust wafting through the open air as debris littered the wooden floors of the Shinsengumi barracks. Sunlight filtered through as frail frame shifted, hands reaching to find the weapon she had dropped while blinded by the powders finally began to clear.

Once within her grip again, the blonde took note of a more... tender matter beneath her knee, gaze shifting to see a black jacket with golden trim. Free hand held the man's face into the wreckage accidentally before lifting it slowly from contact as footsteps echoed down the wooden walkways. Chaos must have ensued with the crashing noises she created upon impact. Lifting her visage without hesitation, she stared at the door which the footsteps approached to reveal such an unbelievable scene.

Zephyrs swept along the dirtied streets within the city, drowning the dwindling noises into nonexistence. Vibrant orange faded into darkness as the setting sun departed beneath the distant horizon. Carmine and pink lights which bathed the lands of Roland hiding behind the blackened clouds that threatened the peace for this night. A storm setting close as the woman finally stepped her first foot within the vicinity of her home.

Months had passed since the swordswoman had returned to these origins, golden locks framing her porcelain visage. Cerulean optics exempt of emotion belonging to the familiar sister that the head of this clan cherished so. Split from her partner, she felt it only appropriate to delve into findings of her own. Unfortunately, this research involved exchanging speech with the one person she had grown to dislike.

... the man who had changed from her brother to an undeniable stranger.

Boots sounded over the gravel, winds escalating was her frail frame found the way to her destination. Double doors which harboured the entity whom she looked, a few digits trailing gently over as if reconsidering this action. Had she not come this far only to find disappointment if she were to turn and walk away? Lips curled downward, slender arms exerting effort to unblock her path.

" Brother. "

Vocables echoed throughout the seemingly empty dojo, the entry shutting at the wind's mercy. Hands curled int fists as the young Eris stood silently, letting eyes examine each wall before staring straight ahead to continue on.