the hero of the story

introduction   —

name.  baylee  (  or  baelee  )

age.  24

pronouns.  she  /  her

must  list.

rules.

soft nights don’t come by so often:    when the wind either gusts lightly or not at all,    and the air is most especially fresh.    [    a pity it is she can’t duly enjoy it.    ]    it is two hours until midnight,    and tsukasa is dressed in outing attire,    ready to be off for    . . .    the rest of the night?    incredulity shines features fine sans the help of the moonlight,    screwing the brows and wracking the mind as to where he would be expected until sunrise.    a flit of eyes to the direction of her mother’s room,    cautious as to not speak too loud.    “    where are you going?    ”

              he   was   already   in   prep   of   tying   his   shoes   at   the   front   door   when  yukako   appeared.   confusion   laid   rest   on   her   features   ,   softened   at   first     ━━━     until   mention   of   him   not   returning   till   the   following   day.   tsukasa   noticed   the   subtle   change   in   his   cousin’s   demeanor     &    was   quick   to   rid   her   of   any   unease.    ❝             isn’t   it   obvious   ?   i’m   going   to   see   mirai.           ❞             it   could   have   been   a   clear   as   day    assumption   if   the   sun   were   still   out.   tsukasa   rarely   visited   his   sister   this   late   into   the   evening   ,     &     the   duffle   bag   beside   him   on   the  floor   may   call   for   more   questions   ,   ones   he   didn’t   have   time   to   answer.    a   harmless   fib   would   have   to   be   told.   whether   yukako   would   be   satisfied   with   his   story   or   not  was   uncertain.   they   were   similar   in   more   ways   than   one  :     perceiving     &    being   cautious   were   two   of   the   strong   traits.

Taiju, nodding: Knife monopoly.

                    ❝           i   told   my   mama   i   was   goin’   straight   home   ,   i   got   arrested   climbin’   telephone   poles.             ❞

    ❛         ——   awwww,     c’mon,     beni.     of  course  a  guy  like  me’s  always  bored.     always  pokin’  around  where  i  don’t  belong   …   but  i  like  it  here.     you  all  have  it  pretty  nice,     in  asakusa.     and  with  our  new  treaty  with  the  church  of  sol,     who  knows.     i  just  might  be  comin’  around  here  more.     you’re  good  with  that,     aren’t  ya?      ❜      

          ❝           hm     ...     doesn’t   bother   me   one   bit.   do   what   you   want   so   long   as   you’re   not   startin’   trouble   without   me.   dunno   how   much   you   enjoy   fighting   ,   but   i’ve   been   itchin’   for   a   good   one   lately    ...            ❞