#|| mitama

🐉 -  One of the monsters on-screen have escaped! It’s your job to round it back up.

(( @haikusandstareyes ))

Crouching behind a row of chairs, he glanced back over his shoulder and shook his head.  "How did this happen?" T’was a mere whisper, for if they did not assume the role of the hunters, they might soon take up that of the hunted.

His question radiated genuine curiosity mixed with only the slightest, near imperceptible tinge of regret. The theater had seemed a sound idea - curled up next to each other in the dark, watching some probably melodramatic story on the big screen... Maybe if Mitama got scared, he could pretend he was sly and hold her close... and even if she didn't, just holding her hand and spending time together would be nice.

Chasing after the thing that had leaped forth from the screen partway through the film was not quite what Ewan had envisioned, and yet... it remained time spent together all the same, he noted inwardly with his usual sunny optimism. Sure, the idea that the creature prowling about might be dangerous dampened the thought some, but. Eh.

There was so much to see, so much to do, and the whole of it had him absolutely brimming with excitement. And yet… when Mitama spoke up, the better part of all other stuff to see and do that faded into the background. Ewan glanced from Mitama to the dance floor and then back, beaming his brightest.

“Aye, so it is! And so am I, in truth! But… it would seem the celebrations appear to call for dance…”

And he was not about to wait until he lost his nerve, he decided there and then.

(( @ haikusandstareyes ))

A crisp knock, a fraction more impatient than the first had been.

"Mitama! Mitamaaaa," he droned, retrieving his hand so as to loosely cross his arms over his chest. Fingers drummed lightly over his biceps. He huffed. Truly, he probably deserved this, and yet... He couldn't abide it, all the same. Cruel, cruel daughter, keeping him out in the rain like this.

A long, weary, probably exaggerated sigh was drawn from his lips, escaping in a cold white wisp. To be fair, it was probably much earlier than she was accustomed to, no doubt... But, to be fair, that wasn't exactly saying much.

"I'm growing old out here," he lamented. "Such a shame, the frailty of the human condition... I'll be bones and dust before you know it, at this rate, and that's all will be left for that daughter of mine to sweep up from her steps. Woe, indeed!"

Hey, she had to get her flair for dramatics from someone, no?

🎵 meme “Send me a🎵and I’ll write some lyrics of a song that make me think about your muse.”

Hmm... Setsuna... I feel as though many a wistful, whimsical sort of song might fit-- but let’s go with Fly at Night, by Chilliwack

Fly at night in the morning we landFly at night 'til we're satisfiedSee the morning from the other side

And when you close your eyesSleep comes fastWhen you fly the universeWell, you need some restYeah, you need some rest

It reminds me of a quiet dreamer’s isolation from reality, and makes me wonder where Setsuna’s thoughts take her, and where the future might take her. For some reason, Clocks by Coldplay sort of feels Setsuna-ish to me too? And while I was looking for songs for this meme, I stumbled across this one -- no lyrics, but has that sort of fanciful spirit I was looking for earlier~

Bonus Mitama:Wake Me Up (heh), by Avicii

Feeling my way through the darknessGuided by a beating heartI can't tell where the journey will endBut I know where to start

They tell me I'm too young to understandThey say I'm caught up in a dreamWell life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyesWell that's fine by me

... At ease...