古事記

“you don’t have to just stand there.”   and watch.   but it’s better than being followed and not knowing that she was being followed in the first place.  she turns on her heel, and tries assembling her features with care.   and fails.   “and i said i was fine. so, please…” / @kojikis

' ... please ? ' the serpent - jewel hues of his eyes faintly shimmer and the ōnusa in his grasp falls to his priestly red hakama's side . what could have sounded more like the start to a heart - felt prayer ? what she didn't know was that he too was the god of this land , once , before pride and tyranny usurped himself and corruption poisoned the wells of tradition . now , above a dead yet - still - writhing head , the villagers turned to ō-inari for comfort . there's no grudge , no tensing coil . gods would always descend to claim one thing after another as belonging to them . and indifferent in his revitalized age to all but the reclamation of his missing parts , he found their attachments as quaint as the red tainting the pale of his hand ; a leftover stain from some filth - cleansing rite . ' my mistake . after things had turned like this , i didn't think that anyone would still be alive in the village . ' much less left sane . ' i was prepared to put you to rest ... but i see now that it won't be necessary . '

me: (zero beers in) (unprompted) the humble mole can dig up to 100x its body weight in soils each day. The humble mole can survive on a single worm for 80 nights. The humble mole can meditate for 1001 moons uninterrupted. The humble mole can forgive.

LIFE ACCELERATORS

“Uhuh... And I'm supposed to believe that?” He must be out of his goddamn mind, but it's sure as hell not a bout of psychosis causing him to see what's irrefutably real and tangible. The brush of physical contact established prior confirms that it's no highly advanced Holo, either. Haaah... Guess that's that, then. No sense in maintaining skepticism ( ... It's not plastic surgery, is it? Let's not rule that one out just yet. ) or misdirected animosity ( Of all the faces... Being civilized with this one in particular is something he has to be mindful of. ). He fishes out his bright blue box of cigarettes from his pocket, shaking one loose to catch with his lips before lighting it. “... What are you doing up here, in that case? This is Tokyo, not Ne-no-kuni. To-kyo. — You smoke?” Rhetorical, casual, for the sake of knowing he asks. He's not sure if he feels like offering anything just yet. “... You might run into trouble, if that's the face you're going with.”

' HEY , KID . it's your friggin' sleep at night . ' not his . nobody ever believed him at first dewy blush and that's why he hardly ever bothered with the legitimate introductions , but he can see the gears turning inside the other's head ; knows ahead the way they would have kept turning for myriad days and nights grappling skepticism against a so called "unrealistic" possibility . pah , what a joke . ' don't to-kyo me , punk . ' it's not like he was lost , even if he did forget here n' there that nobody called it "edo" anymore ! as its own follow-up answer his fingers pluck at one of the other's cigarettes , quick as a bird . he holds it up and outwards towards the sky in what must look like a bizarre standing ritual . ' a god can't take a few vacations every once in a while ? --- OI , RAIJIN . GIMME A LIGHT !! ' CRASH . boom . one radiant , brilliant strike of divine lightning later , and the end of the cigarette's lit , examined , then nonchalantly lifted into the kami's mouth . susanoo breathes in once to ascertain its taste , passivity and remarklessness its own subtle approval . a hand lifts and in a careless shoo-shoo motion waves the idea of trouble right off and away with the pale white fumes springing up like ghosts in his own rains . ' ... nah , i'll be fine . shit , you're gonna warn ME about trouble ? ' his shoulders jump just once with a chortle - snort . ' who the hell asked you ? '