#ascetia

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gargling screams, the rotten stench of bile and ale, of an oni like no other. SHUTEN-DOJI  hollers from atop his throne, revered by an army of his kind, those who churn amuck with vitriol for those mortals waging war upon their tribes. a whisper in her ear, the foul odor of liquor laced breath seeding into her mind :  “ shinobu, you have one task, do not fail me. should they pass the third brigade, you are to defend our stead in my honor. ”

a flurry of fire, of burning heat collapsing in on their home. the mortals had planned this ambush for decades it seemed. as if the world itself were caving in, steels clashing, men rushing forward through the thicket of smoke and fallen brethren. long spiraling horns flash with selfish greed for blood, a lust unlike any other. a roar of violets, of electro vision cascading electrograss out in a chain that latches onto ankles and drags those past her back. 

she  didn’t  expect  him  to  react  to  the  news  so  badly.   there  was  a  moment  of  silnce  and  held  breaths             and when  no  answer  comes  for  yet  another  moment,  rosa  starts  to  toy  with  the  laced  hem  of  her  dress.  but  then  luke  suddenly  takes  a  step  forward,  his  brows  furrowed.   with  each  step  taken  by  him,  she  retreats  with  two,  and  still  it  isn’t  enough.  soon  her  back  bumps  into  the  bookshelves  and  escape  is  not  a  choice  anymore.  luke  says  something  about  her  taking  chances  and  not  thinking  of  her  own  safety . . .   but  rosa  becomes  his  watson  and  when  breath  hitches  in  her  throat,  she’s  barely  even  that.

his  watson.  his  ella.   soon  after,  just  when  her  cheeks  get  tinged  with  the  sweetest  shade  of  red,   luke  also  seems  to  realize  the  distance  between  them,  or  lack  thereof.   coral  hues  drop  from  ella’s  eyes  to  her  lips,  and  just  like  that,  she’s  completely  disarmed.  her  thoughts  spiral  to  their  proximity,  rather  then  to  giving  a  rational  explanation  of  her  actions.   after  all,  who  is  he  to  dictate  what  is  and  isn’t  dangerous ?  yes,  she  cares  deeply  for  his  opinion,  and  would  never  blindly  jump  to  danger  just  to  get  a  reaction,  but  this  was  different.   why  did  he  worry  so  much ?     “    luke ...    ”

   I thought so  .  Not quite like it was with Itachi  .         This may have been too soon for you .

                           Obsidian eyes downcast , the child averted his gaze from the Hashira . Maybe this wasn’t the best decision . Sasuke wasn’t the best yet with his ninjutsu skills or his shurriken training .      Out of all the targets , he’d only been able to hit three . He just wanted to be strong . The words of his father echo in his mind causing him to stay silent .            He didn’t care about pleasing people but he loved being praised instead of compared . 

                     Some days he compared himself to his older sibling that it was beginning to eat at him .  Still so young , still a tiny body of emotions . Emotions he wasn’t able to hold back ; hands clench tightly onto the hemline of his shirt , lips pressed into a tight line as tears began blurring his vision .        ❝ . . . ❞ He’d been taught the hand signs for their clan’s firestyle , but he hadn’t mastered it . Only showed himself to be a fool in front of his father . It was another reason why he was easily burnt out in today’s weapon training . He’d been trying to master the fireball jutsu . It was the symbol of their clan . When one had mastered it were they considered full fledged members . That’s what the fan meant that he wore so proudly on his back .

WYNONNA EARP SENTENCE STARTERS  /  ACCEPTING !

" mad,  you   say?   but   why   would   i   be   mad?   you   were   only   trying  to   do   your  job!  and  a  job  well  done,  might  i  say!  "  

and  yet,  the  brightest  of  smiles  could  never  quite  succeed  in  hiding  the  smallest  glint  of  anger  slithering  beneath  the  butterfly’s  words   —  or  rather,  the  centipede,  pulsing  with  venom  just  waiting  to  strike  at  the  damned  fool  who  laid  a  hand  on  her  girls.  upon  hearing  what  naho,  kiyo,  and  sumi  all  had  to  say  of  the  incident-  dear  aoi  sulking  in  her  room  for  hours  straight  was  what  ultimately  did  her  in . . . and  she  was  sure  to  give  tengen  the  treatment  he  deserved  when  he  returned.

busy  hands  only  became  busier  as  the  hashira  moves  to  tie  off  the  gauze,  making  sure  to  give  an  extra  TUG  at  his  expense  ( after  all,  they  could  never  be  too  safe! ).  making  sure  he  didn’t  bleed  out  was,  of  course,  entirely  necessary  ( though  she  hesitated  to  think  so ),  and  cauterizing  the  wound  was  another  step  needed  for  further  treatment   —  a  step  that  probably  shouldn’t  be  performed  while  under  emotional  duress.  this  thought  warrants  a  sigh  of  disappointment  from  the  woman,  but  killing  a  man  who’s  already  arrived  half  dead  would  be  a  bit  much.