#aligninghearts

                “HELL YEAH!!! FIRE IT UP!!!”

  A moment, and then:

What Should We Plot ? [x]

🌺   —   platonic ship🌸   —   other type of ship

     Please. I’m like a mother pushing her edgy teen child to make friends and he just shouts about not wanting any and sits there angrily at some other kid’s birthday party.

❀  rest  prompts  ❀ ❧ armor. falling in and out of a restless sleep. feeling safe when a loved one presses a kiss to their forehead and strokes their hair.

   It  wasn’t  uncommon  for  Yukari  to  be  restless  in  his  sleep,  either  in  a  peaceful  manner  or  one  of  obvious  pain  of  some  kind.  But  when  questioned  he  would  never  reveal  what  plagued  his  mind.  Now  was  one  of  the  bad  restless  nights,  turning  his  head  this  way  and  that,  sweat  forming  over  his  skin  as  a  name  lingered  on  his  lips.  Then  with  a gasp  his  eyes  snapped  open,  drawing  in  a  deep  breathe  as  adrenaline  shot  through  his  veins.

SCEPTER 4 INTEL: [ ⚔️ ]  - @aligninghearts

AND WHERE A KING ADVANCES;;                 IS WHERE YOU STAND - -

      [ [ “We advance with sword in hand,                                            for our CAUSE… is pure.” ] ]

                            “Munakata, batou.”

The near inaudible click of justice unlocked in the face of chaos, an almost systematic turquoise wake, careening through a throng of ilk in a rigid slash before him, ensnaring, silencing, each and every perpetrator that would force the KING’S HAND.         Without word, he stood with an unreachable back to the loyal hound, facing ahead as he ALWAYS would, a very poignant dare to the rest of the world; Try and make a path through my ORDER, and see where it takes you.

                          “Kuroh Yatogami, while I appreciate the daredevil act of heroism on your part,         I must ask you to step down.                            We, of Scepter 4, shall take on this task.”

Hellfire in the form of several STRAIN’S ire rained down upon them from all sides, an obvious attempt to take out the Black Dog before retribution came at the JAWS of a pack of lawful wolves - of course, for naught.         Glistening and impenetrable, a barrier encompassed them both, and the frigid monarch stood, unflinching, unmoving, Sirius now idle in a loose grip at his side.

                     “It almost sounds like rainfall, does it not?”

    He hadn’t expected to see Yata, at least not so early in the day. And yet here he was with a rather suspicious expression on his features that gave even the black dog a few shivers. Blue eyes fall on the pages of a magazine, a complete and total guide for braiding hair. He raised an eyebrow in confusion at first, wondering why he traveled all this way to use him as a hair dummy.

    He sighs.

    “Alright, but if you so much as cut any of my hair I will make you bald”

     It was an unsettling expression that took his features, to be sure- but quite honestly, he didn’t know which other to make. He’d flipped through ONE style magazine at the doctor’s office a few days ago before returning to HOMRA only to hyper-focus on Anna’s fine silverette locks.

     He’d not been able to get the idea out of his head since, resulting in his conclusion: pay a visit to the only long-haired man ( because let’s face it, he’d go into cardiac arrest if he even attempted touch with a woman ) he knows.

     So here he was, ready to knot & destroy braid the black dog’s hair.

                “You think ‘m stupid?? ‘S gonna be totally badass, so sit down and shut up!!”

     A moment, and hazel eyes flitted searchingly about the room.

                                     “Wait- first give me...”

     Yata stopped to examine the page closely, squinting his eyes as he did so.

Kuroh has regrets and a bump on his head ;;

   PERISH.