❛  fortune's untried divinity.

we did. ur over

No wonder it smelled weird here

          ❛          IS  THAT  interesting  trash  …  ??          ❜

@surutakai.

     ‘  ...  very.  ’

he quips back in a scoff, gaze hardly parting from their steadfast fixation forward as a hand moves deftly to pull the loose rim of the bag shut.

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.  // always accepting.

PERHAPS EVEN MORE THAN A ‘ FATHER ’  ( multi-faced, paradoxically omnipotent and absent )  hiiro  ( or nora )  represents the past that he sought to leave behind.  most of my thoughts on their relationship come from when he revokes her name ; it’s an abrupt action that, to me at least, felt largely symbolic rather than having ties to any interpersonal hostilities.  that’s not a revolutionary thought.

i think the sentiment / dynamic that lay just beyond the action are a lot more multi-faceted.  i’ve always believed that yato would, more than anything, empathize when hiiro.  he doesn’t hate her.  how could he ?  they were raised as siblings.  i think the love there was real, especially on yato’s end, as a child whom had little other contact with people.  perhaps it would be a little stockholm syndrome-y, but i don’t think that discounts it at all, especially considering the circumstances.

hiyori and yukine point out that in the moment of revoking the name yato was trembling.  it’s not something that was easy for him  ( and honestly, that’s the only moment that i was mad at the pair, but that’s a whole other thing entirely )  .  yato knows the punishments that are levied on her when he’d misbehave, and more than anything, i think he knows what it’s like to live with father, and has seen the effects that it has on them  ( hiiro especially, whom is presumed to have been with father for longer, probably much longer )  .

i don’t think yato places them on two separate planes of existence when it comes down to that relationship in particular, i think that he sees it more as a line, a single plane of progress in father twisting them, simplified in my mind to being wrong and right. himself pulling back to the ‘ right ’ polarity, having been able to escape, and hiiro on the ‘ wrong ’ end of the spectrum.

i think this because hiiro has little discernable personality from what we’re seen of her.  i think this lack of anything to form her in yato’s mind, yato would inherently project his own emotions onto her, especially as a child.  in this manner, i think that perhaps even more than himself, he’d want to save hiiro.  ( that’s also seen in the flashback / sakura chapters ; yato shows visible guilt and actively moves to help her. i don’t see him blaming her for sakura’s death, i doubt to be mad at hiiro for that had even crossed his mind. )

so i think the trembling, and further, the fear that comes when he revokes her name is a mixture of both the fear of completely severing the ties to a past, and a guilt of leaving hiiro to be with father.  i think that in his idealistic goal to be someone who ‘ helps people ‘, i don’t think it wouldn’t be too out of left field to think that hiiro would be included in that.

⊰  ‘ ☠ 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚜  ➟  kamui placed  his hands on his hips. perceptive ?? no, more like he’s part of the undead. then his former species being one of magic-practicing humans. humanoids ?? who knew.  ❛ it’s a long story. all i can tell you is that the ward’s broken, so you need to work quickly. if you want, i can lend you a hand. you gods are busy, right ?? ❜  not to be condescending this time around. kamui scratched his head. then turned to his left. little creatures. odd ones …

                                      they were  ignored in favor of focusing on his issue. the artist placed his hand on the mural, over one number in particular and stared at his work. fading metallic portions, a lack of sharp edges. everything was smooth and transitioned nicely. he turns back to yato and gave a faint smile.  ❛ here. only the number will be erased. so you on’t have to work so hard. ❜

                                     his hand  glowed. little sparks filled up the outlines of the vandalized potion, leaving everything else intact. kamui wasn’t versed well enough in magic to clear it himself, so outside assistance was mandatory. he steps back as the sparks aligned themselves into lines that curved ; like those neon signs on certain establishments. except just the edges had an off-white and sharp glimmer.  ❛ and done. you can start working now. i’ll try to make sure the place doesn’t get … polluted, so to speak. ❜

                        Normally, it’d add insult to injury.  But, jointly with chaos  ( bona fide divine warfare )  comes a particular appreciation for any state of non-business, and so, the god isn’t particularly inclined to quip back at this particular comment.  

Rather, it’s definitely the  ‘ ward ‘  and  ‘ broken ‘  notion that piques his interest, still more in the nonchalance in which the other rattled such armageddon-esque language off.  ...  and further still in the fact that he’d never heard such terms used before, nor had he heard prior of such a catastrophic event.

...  but he supposed it couldn’t have been of too much importance, given the other’s aforementioned nonchalance and general preoccupation.

So the deity reluctantly silences the curiosity, instead fixating on a hand and a disappearing number.  Suspension of disbelief afforded him enough to accept the power without much trouble, but it begged another : just the number ?  if he could’ve done that with such seeming ease then why the hell wouldn’t he just  --

The change weighing down his pocket silences his thoughts once more, and the god merely takes a few strides to close the distance between himself and the mural.  Now he has a better understanding of what he was meant to be fixing, eyes darting about the wall, mentally filling in colors and lines accordingly.

@surutakai has summoned ( ❤ ) the dead witch.

’ did you really just right your name in a public bathroom? you’re going to have someone calling thinking you’re a prostitute or something. ’ the witch can only imagine what kinds of perverts would take a look at the wall, find a number written, & assume it’s someone looking for a hook-up. 

     ‘  ...  you’d be surprised.  ’

He notes, a bit off-handedly. Going through the motions of finishing the note  ( an advertisement, just as much of a plea for help from the advertiser as it was to the ones acting on it  )  , it’s only after he’s finished flicking his arm in a fluid motion to form a heart that he glances in the other’s direction.

&& @surutakai

          he looked around in bewilderment, eyes turning to look at every direction in his perimeter. the damn cat had promised not too leave his side tonight, what with it being a very merry festival where humans and spirits alike will mingle, but look what happened now. natsume was not in the wrong for being cautious, and therefore, not in the wrong for wanting his bodyguard to actually be around for once. after a moment, he decided to ask around instead, careful in pinpointing who are human and who aren’t. then he came across a male in a track suit ( —questionable taste in fashion, but takashi’s not going to comment on that), who was sitting on a bench nursing what he presumed to be a cup of sake.

          “ uh, sir, have you seen my cat around?  he’s fat, and kind of resembles a manekineko…”

     ‘ Yer cat ?  Why’s it always gotta be a damn cat ?  Why don’t you humans -- hic -- understand that ’m good fer other things ... too ... ’

Perhaps he’s being overly  ( not to mention preemptively )  defensive  ( he hadn’t even fully understood, or even taken in the brief description of the feline )  . But the flush of his cheeks and the slur of his cadence betray all too well his state of intoxication, as a bit of the sake he’d been holding slips over the rim of the cup with his motion to turn even transient attention to the youth. Coupled with this image, the deity’s gaze was rimmed in red, eyes glassy with the remnants of withheld tears  ( of an entirely different situation, which had led him to the sake to begin with )  as he glances up at the teenager.