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Concern || Accepting 

‘ Let me clean your wounds ‘ she says – insists, in that sweet little voice. 

      (She’s never been one to give up.) 

Persistence is key but persistence will get her nowhere. Not this time. 

             “ – I’m fine.” 

And you will be, when the blood clots, when all the imperfections of mistakes are erased by the spider-webs of skin mending and rendering itself smooth once again; when all the torn muscle beneath is woven back together, the bone they cling to precise and sturdy, as the foundation of the home should always be. 

Away from her you turn, concealing the split flesh of your belly, frayed at the edges, beneath the white of your cloak - and you watch, briefly, as the white bleeds red, clings to your abdomen where the wound is most prominent, before casting your gaze up, ahead. 

              “We need to head back.”

Moving with a nasty wound like that? What a trooper. 

Merry Christmas?

Headcanons || Accepting 

Nightmares

Tatara is definitely not one to get nightmares, or not in the literal sense. You won’t catch him jolting awake in a cold sweat, gasping or shaking, anytime soon. He has no qualms with his past despite all that’s happened and who he’s lost, so I can’t imagine he’d be all that bothered to the point that it’d interrupt his rest. It might have been a problem in the past, closer to the point in time when he’d lost Chi She Lian, but with all the time that’s passed, it’s probably not that much of a problem anymore. 

End 

When I think of the word “end”, all that comes to mind is Death and all that it brings tbh. So I’ll elaborate on that! 

Tatara is a very prideful being - but, while he likes to put forth just what he’s capable of, the chances he’ll let himself be driven to death in the midst of a mission are slim. Despite the belief that his underlings should give their all, even if their all means their life, he won’t let himself be cut down that easily. Though if he’s up against Houji, of all people, I think he’d be in enough of a rage to set that aside. Houji is definitely a fight-to-the-death kinda enemy. 

Epiphany

I’m gonna be honest, Tatara has an epiphany every single time he bests someone stronger than himself. As aforementioned, he’s prideful, and taking an enemy down, proving he’s the better one, is probably enough to get him off. (Not really, but could you imagine?) 

Memories

Texts || Accepting 

Send “⁇” for a drunk text.

[txt]: i todl you i dindt 

[txt]: wnt a dri

[txt]: k

[txt]: .thsi is yoru faul

Reaction || Accepting 

♢ = reading them a story .

You know your worth. 

You know of what you can provide, what gives you purpose, what makes you useful. 

              (Omniscient, aren’t we?) 

No. You are anything but. You are prideful and arrogant, a warrior, vengeance and armageddon all wrapped up in one.

And there’s only so much you can mean to her, perhaps not as a lover, nor a friend, maybe not even a coworker, but– 

Like this, with your head in her lap, eyes drawn down halfway as though you’re being lulled to sleep, you feel whole. 

             Whole. (It’s wrong. You don’t deserve that kind of clarity.)

There comes a point you aren’t even focused on the story itself so much as you are on her voice, and all the deceit and all the malintent she hides behind the gentle chimes that all but drip from her tongue in honeyed syllables. 

You reach up, move long strands of hair that feel like velvet against your fingers away from her eyes, because she becomes so enraptured in everything she reads that she doesn’t even notice. But you do. 

Accepting | No longer accepting 

Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.

[txt]: You no longer have any reason to be lingering around here. The Aogiri has no room for dead weight. 

I just imagine tata-chan sometimes slips into Chinese without realizing it and everyone stares at him blankly