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blxxd-oaths asked: 'you are an inspiration’ (gorou to kokomi)

@blxxd-oaths​

;;~ Humming to herself and lost in her book once more Kokomi found herself, sighing softly in low and upset tone, though she never expected her faithful general, Gorou to be so close. The priestess pauses for a moment as she gave a few silent blinks and slightly blushes. 

“Huh ..Oh Gorou forgive me I didn’t noticed you were here , wait  Inspiration?. What do you mean by that?” Her voice falls into a paused silence as she was confused what it was she had done  to receive such praise like that, after all normally she herself was the one to dish out such rewarding praises.

Wait did Gorou notice that she was was lost in thought again, feeling a bit down after the last big fight the resistance was involved in.

 She was of course being a bit harsh on herself as well, after learning the weapons that were donated  to them , were all undoubtedly the cause of a huge and deadly problem they were now dealing with, and all because she was too trusting about it. 

|Cant find the meme this was from @.@| - but here you go. 

debtofaloneyaksha asked:

'you seem so relaxed about this’ (for hu tao)

;;~ The director smirked as she lifted up her polearm, “And you would think you would be used to this as well, fufu Come now it’s not that bad  after all, all were doing is investigating a few hauntingly disturbances, besides you did agree with me that is sounded a bit shall we say paranormal...”

 Hu Tao was used to this type of things so it really did bug her much. Plus she was actually excited that she finally get to explore this so called ‘Haunted house’ everyone was rumoring about by the harbor in Liyue.

If it indeed was a wandering spirit she knew what to do to help the soul find it’s way. she wasn’t the gates guardian for nothing after all. 

“Perhaps you should relax more Xiao... I know for absolute sure this so called haunter is not tainted by corruption.”

“From what sources have told me whatever is inside of it only pulls pranks and tries to scare people out of the house...  so relax , this isn’t my first haunting call and this won’t be my last.”

I chose:  ‘ sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want. ’

Teeth grit as fists curl, anger bubbling up in a wave that is not uncommon, but uneeded. He can’t lose his cool, not when his opponent cackles and mocks; holding a Keyblade that bares the sharpness of it’s teeth with each blow. He is strong, but so is this Wielder-- and he’s faster too. It’s not an automatic loss, but he struggles here, his attacks landing a second or more too late and hitting nothing but ghosts of where the other had been standing. His weakness mocking-- it’s infuriating.

“You’re wrong.” He says it less in a statement of fact and more of an opinion of person. The Unversed cackle like the other, gathering around as negative emotions summon them, and he struggles. The fight will end poorly if he loses his cool more than he already has; he knows that his own lack of self control can summon more Unversed to the area. Why do they seem to ignore him though? He doesn’t know, but he will find out. His Keyblade hums, encouragement swimming in the blood that pounds through his ears as he yells; another attack lunging through him at the other.

“Is that what you think?”

Children has weakness. You pick at it, like a scab, and the weakness bleeds out. Gently chipping at their faults would help shape them over time. That is what a good mentor does; they figure out their pupil’s weaknesses and help pick at it, making it bleed out, and wash away. They were some of the unlucky ones: the pupils who didn’t have good mentors. Their mentors picked at the wounds to the point they got bigger, reached in, and tugged until they found the most crippling bit. Until he found the most crippling bit.

Darkness is in everything after all.

His words almost carry a chuckle to them, a soft roll of noise that might be familiar to Saïx. The Nobody that was made from this body shared some of this body’s cues after all-- his body’s cues. The lines of individuality blurred years ago, when memories were scattered by an act of good will, and youthful determination was paired with aged cunning. He is still there though, despite it all. He lingers, despite his failures, and his misguided actions. He will never stop fighting. He hopes he’s not the only one.

“Do you like it? The Darkness. How it aches and creeps inside. These coats-- they don’t do much. It’s a band-aid on a wound, but there’s still poison being dribbled on top. If you stay you know what will happen.” Did he have a choice? Did they have a choice? Yes. “I don’t remember you being the type to back down.”

“No one deserves to die!”

His voice booms; projected proudly from within him in a deceleration of ideals. A body disintegrates between them, the Heart fluttering away to Kingdom Hearts, where it would be safe. He will make sure it makes it there safely, his Keyblade already summoned, and humming in familiar energy beside him. Shadows skirt around, hungry, but wary. Their Her Darkness calls to them, as does the exposed Heart, but he won’t allow it. He won’t stand down.

“You act as if life is something that can just be thrown away! Like it’s-- a toy! Don’t pretend you’re so self-entitled to dictate the lives of others. You have no right!” Anger crawls like a line of blotted violet through him, blurring his edges with feathery tendrils of something familiar as his heart pounds in his chest. He had just watched her throw away someone else’s life like it was nothing. She acted as if this was all nothing. How absurd. How-- liberating.