Saki Hanajima

🌷 Saki Hanajima: The girl who’s nickname ‘Hana’ , the girl who loves sunsets , the girl who’s brand as a witch, the girl who wears black and the girl who posses psychic abilities.

Make a roleplay blog for the Sohma elderly maid. 

Reasons why: 

Played a heavy, yet subtle influence. 

Was around for a long time, and often knew what was going on. 

Plenty of room for character growth and development (as we don’t know a lot about her - including her name.)

She gave Akito the box (which contained ‘Akira’s soul.’) 

Preferred tradition, and was used to nothing else. 

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Akito wasn’t certain about this, and didn’t quite feel as though she ever would be but then again, it was Saki telling her to do it.

Saki knew that the other woman wasn’t used to this sort of thing. Or anything like it, for that matter. Since they were just recently acquainted, Saki began to think of ways that would make Akito more comfortable, but still willing. 

Her words were reassuring, and did make Akito feel somewhat reassured– though she still couldn’t help but grimace slightly at the nickname every time Saki used it –so, nodding once at her friend in acknowledgement, she headed into the next room, then put on each article to the best of her ability, probably taking more time than was strictly necessary for the effort.

Staring at herself in the mirror with them on was like looking into a dream; this wasn’t something the former god had ever expected to happen. 

Her lips quivered. She felt like crying, almost. Instead, the woman now draped in black walked back over to Saki, showing her the clothes despite her saying that she didn’t need to. It hadn’t been hard for Akito to get the impression that she wanted to see, in any case. 

While waiting, Saki looked at the other outfits and wondered if she’d be able to persuade Akito to try all of them on. A lot of them were rarely worn, and Saki was considering even giving them to Akito if she wanted. 

Although, the way Saki dressed seemed to turn a few heads, and certainly Akito wouldn’t care for that. 

It was worth her new friend trying something new, at least. 

When she saw the other woman step out, Saki smiled. She sensed that Akito was uncomfortable, but she felt honored that she chose to show her when she didn’t have to - and she looked marvelous. 

“Strange.” 

Saki couldn’t figure out what force led her into a small shop she’d never seen before, but she was too curious to stop in her tracks and turn around. 

The interior smelled heavily of incense, and had a traditional design. It felt welcoming, despite her not seeing anyone. She sensed a presence, though, which encouraged her to enter another part of the shop. 

The next room was filled with swirls of smoke that Saki noticed was coming from a cigarette held by a woman in the back. She was lounged out on cushions, wearing a kimono and had her entire body framed by her long, black hair. 

The vibes she was getting from her were definitely strange.

Yuko could always sense her customers’ arrival, though the connection was not always as clear as it was now. In fact, it was so strong that she surmised the visitor must have had a magical ability of some sort as well.

“Oh, look, Mokona…what do we have here?” Eyeing the stranger carefully and taking in her unusual, decidedly dark appearance, the witch scarcely noticed the small creature’s reply–more squeal of delight, really. 

She certainly was an odd one, noted Yuko with interest, noting also that, as the girl came closer, she was not without great powers of her own. Putting out her cigarette swiftly by squashing it onto the tray perched a bit precariously on a decorative box which sat squarely on a side table, the enchantress leaned over on her elbows a little to get a better look at her.

Saki’s senses felt slightly overwhelmed as she looked at the woman in front of her, but not to the point of feeling threatened or ill. It was homey. 

The creature next to the stranger struck her as odd - she had never seen such a thing. A rabbit? No, certainly not. Unless it was an extremely rare breed that Saki never heard of. Glancing around, she couldn’t be sure of what a lot of things were - it was fascinating. 

“Hmm.” 

She locked eyes with the woman when she was addressed. The vibe she gave off felt powerful, but not threatening at all. 

“I think this will look nice on you.” Though of course, Saki couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t look nice on Akito. 

Akito wasn’t certain about this, and didn’t quite feel as though she ever would be but then again, it was Saki telling her to do it.

Saki knew that the other woman wasn’t used to this sort of thing. Or anything like it, for that matter. Since they were just recently acquainted, Saki began to think of ways that would make Akito more comfortable, but still willing. 

Tohru dipped her fingers into the glittering, pale blue water as a quick test, then, finding its temperature to be only moderately cold, slid swiftly inside the pool. It was a welcomed feeling, as the summer day was hot to the point of being, while not yet unbearable, highly uncomfortable.

“Come on in, Saki-chan!” she called out to her friend, smiling and waving at her brightly from the side of the pool. “The water’s nice and warm!” As Tohru looked longer and waited for her reaction, she noticed that Saki was reading a book, but the fact did nothing to dissuade her from encouraging the other girl to swim with her. She really wanted them to spend the time together, was all, although if her friend really wanted to be alone or just read right now she, naturally, wouldn’t push her company on her.

After placing the book under her towel, Saki approached the side of the pool. She dipped her foot into the water, which seemed to confirm Tohru’s claim. The depth seemed to be adequate as well. 

“If you insist.”