incantiori.

𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 + 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍a 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁   ( 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 )   𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗼𝗿𝗶 𝗼𝗳 𝗝𝗨𝗝𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗡.   𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 + 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲   𝟮𝟭+   𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 * 𝘀𝗵𝗲/𝗵𝗲𝗿 — #𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢

( ━━━━ handbook. universes. journal. r18.

the ink of the list is smudged. blue streaked against the side of right hand that makes her sigh audibly. she'd need to scrub her skin after finishing before heading out. the idea of it staining the fabric of her new blouse or the felt material of her purse is daunting. simple problems amidst the lifestyle of a young sorceress. as the oldest of her peers now, it is iori's responsibility to wrangle and support the underclassmen. mei always threw some sort of gathering for this reason. inspiring respect and forming bonds were important to utahime. even if not all her kohai were entirely committed to the idea.

his energy is felt before his presence. the hair at the nape of her neck standing alert and her own technique causing zings at her fingertips. his voice is what startles her though. nerves spasming in a way that makes limbs rigid and taut. her cheeks burn as they always do when she's embarrassed or flustered or angry and her voice is shrill caw, ❛  GOJO! ❜ a twist of form to face him, neck craned up high to glare at those stupidly wonderous eyes. gems she would wish to pop out of his sockets just to avoid their glimmer. utahime stops a sneaker clad foot down, pen's coloring smearing down lavender silk, ❛ I said don't do that! ❜

for utahime, a rough day was worn like blinking arrow sign above an inconspicuous building. every tough mission she had ever endured followed her around in the form of bruises and slashes upon skin accompanied by torn and grimy clothing all the while, her face remained stoic. normally, appearance presenting before an audience did not deter her from returning to campus for mission reporting. the kyoto campus was one that was extremely understaffed compared to their sister school in tokyo. staff cycled through shifts like cogs in a wheel. a designated few out. the rest working within. reconvene and switch. and endless routine that iori no longer felt guarded or discreet about.

though, this is not a normal occurrence. loid, thee sublet for each branch, always throws her off the usual solidness she possesses. shoulders roll, a shifting of spine following as iori attempts to regain her poise. hands press her hair back over shoulders, throat clearing, ❛ i ... if you insist. yes. that would be ... nice. ❜

@spydcddy .

❛   how very profound.  ❜ tone is flat. gaze not quite backing up the nonchalance of reply. becoming distant, aloof has been a bit of a struggle for her. iori was raised with a heart too big for her body. too much emotion for the line of work she was raised into. utahime struggled NOT to care. reactionary to a terrible fault that it became her most notorious character trait. every semblance of outward feeling scrutinized by those around her. even when under the influence, she was always on the end of too exuberant. voice shrill whether happy, sad, angry. even at her most grounded, she was to be perceived as a stickler.

without the metaphorical shackles of goodness on her ankles, utahime struggles to find the freedom she initially sought. out of a stone temple and into a glass house. there are no expectations to be meet outside of own. the lack of deadlines and assignments have left her with gaps in a once bustling schedule. friends and old colleagues are advised to avoid her in this new and unwelcome change in stance. still, she feels not good nor bad. stuck in a strange middle ground of her own choices.

idly, she wonders if her students think of her. if ieiri is disappointed. if she's missed. but to crawl back is too large a blow to the delicate ego she cradles so carefully. when you make decisions of this degree, you must stick to them. no one respects a spinless sheep. iori cannot succumb to the life of a grifter either. fingers flick a match alight and the shrine blooms a warm yellow. ❛   which one am i then? unless you're telling me something new about yourself? ❜

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒  ❧  bold  what always applies to your muse.  italicize  what sometimes applies.

easily scared  |  whiny |  repetitive  |  selfish  |  arrogant  |  easily excitable  |  too silly |  stubborn  |  blank minded  |  overly cautious  |  loud  |  easily bored  |  untrustworthy  |  disloyal  |  manipulative  |  over sensitive  |  possessive  |  clingy  |  obnoxious  |  gullible  |  annoying |  judgmental  |  tactless  |  merciless  |  unlucky |  soft-hearted  |  sarcastic  |  reckless  |  paranoid  |  unsophisticated  |  pushy  |  self-critical  |  smart-ass  |  solemn  |  erratic  |  antisocial  |  complex  |  dubious  |  egotistical  |  tongue-tied  |  temperamental  |  lazy  |  sadist  |  masochist  |  predictable  |  withdrawn  |  skeptical  |  rebellious  |  proud  |  perfectionist  |  impatient  |  audacious

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : @malient 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @palesin @spydcddy @b1oodburned @ntzenin + everyone do this so i can read it.

the last time she had awoken in such a state was a decade or so ago. the night before her first day as an instructor. locked inside a dream where her teeth fell out and onto the classroom floor. her peers, some older and most younger, filled the desks and stared with unwavering passiveness. while she panicked, they only looked at her as if this was something of frequent happening. like her frazzled disposition and sputtering reaction was nothing. meant nothing. made her nothing.

( it means anxiety, shoko had told her over the phone. incredibly common. you're most likely nervous to not be a student anymore. ) yet, it had happened again. just moments ago. which made no sense at all in her mind. she was a principal now. she was home with the man she loved. her life was full and riddled with utmost tranquility. it was obvious in the way gojo had woken up with her, holding her trembling hands and warming them to a stop.

she exhales, face falling into his clavicle to inhale. his scent something calming, tangible. enough to instill the notion of being real again. out of mind's prison and back into solid reality. utahime exhales, lips skimming bone, ❛ just- it was- i had a nightmare. i'm okay. those aren't ... regular for me. ❜ head lifts, warm eyes meeting steel blues and she smiles tersely, ❛ i'm sorry to wake you. ❜ her hand slips from his, moving to cup his cheek and squeeze softly. her energy is misaligned. clearly shaken but unwilling to be a disturbance. satoru has endured so much for his lifetime. he deserves as much peace as he brings her. if not more too. lips peck his mouth. chaste and careful, ❛ i'm going to make tea. do you want tea? ❜