#bloedend

One of the barrels move at place and a few of the men startle at the sight of it, jumping from their places and reaching for their swords as muffled sounds come forth. The head eventually opens and out of it emerges Riku who is quick to take in her surrounding, amazed by the vast expanse of the ocean before her amber irises settle on Yuuji, a smile stretching across he face. ' Whoaaaa ! I can't believe I made it ! '

. 遊児 .

It always pained to leave Riku behind, even if he knew the other villagers would take care of her, and she would be busy with the livestock and preparing for the harvest to come. Even so, he was planning on getting home quickly again, which is why he had been talking with Kazuma of a possible route, together with another crewmember. Maps suggested they could go a way less known, or stay to their path. 

Though their discussion is interrupted by noises; spooked men talking about a cursed barrel while getting armed. A supposedly cursed item did pique his interest, so he did follow the noise to the source. Thing is, he was just as shocked, if not more, when a familiar face appeared from the barrel. “Riku?! What are you doing here?!” his feet quickly brought him to his baby sister, lifting her out from the barrel. Crouching down he made sure she was unharmed, that her clothes were on properly, before he shrugged off his fur, wrapping it around her instead. 

“You shouldn’t be here. You had duties to take care of at home. Who is going to take care of the animals and the fields when you’re not there?”

      @bloedend​  : ── “ please, tell me you have a plan. ” kageyama x tanaka ! ── ( MISC. SENTENCE STARTERS )

         ❝ ERM-- . . . ❞ his voice trails off while staring at the dark, blank screen. no matter how many times kageyama tries to turn on the device, his phone stays dead. ❝ battery’s gone. i’m sorry. ❞ kageyama looks up to scan the area again. there’s absolutely no one here. it’s a rest stop with only water fountains && restrooms. during this training camp, the teams drove to a nearby university gym to play against college athletes. on the way back to camp, the buses stopped here . . . however kageyama && tanaka got left behind. 

      her  head  dips,  as  if  she  could  hide  from  the  attention,   and  the  laugh  that  leaves  her  is  almost  skittish.   fuyumi  shifts  from  one  foot  to  another,   wringing  her  fingers  together  nervously   . . .   of  all  things  she  might’ve  expected,   a  question  about  her  own  days  on  the  court  wasn’t  among  them   ;   in  hindsight,   perhaps,   she  should’ve  guessed  at  least  one  of  these  players  would  know  her   . . .   but  she  had  thought   (   or  maybe  hoped   )   that  she’d  faded  back  into  obscurity.   

      it  is  an  undeniable  truth  that  fuyumi  had  loved   -   no,   still  loves   -   the  sport,   and  it  is  an  undeniable  truth  that  she  had  a  talent  for  it,   too.   even  now,   the  surprise  on  her  face  softens  as  memories  of  the  sweat  on  her  brow  and  shoes  squeaking  across  the  court  fill  her  mind.   she  takes  a  deep  breath,   and  in  it  she  feels  the  old  ache  of  her  ribs  heaving  with  exertion.   the  ball  in  her  hands   . . .   the  sting  of  her  palms,   her  wrists,   her  forearms   . . .   the  shouts  from  her  teammates  as  a  spike  powers  through   . . .   for  a  moment,   her  heart  is  overwhelmed  with  warmth   -

      and  then  just  as  suddenly  her  final  match  comes  flooding  back  to  her.   her  chest  tightens,   this  time  with  apprehension  instead  of  excitement,   that  overwhelming  hopelessness hanging  over  her  head   . . .   and  fuyumi  shrinks  back  into  herself.

      ‘   a - ah,   well   . . .   ’   her  voice  dies  off,   eyes  cast  down  to  the  side   . . .   and  she  shrugs.   ‘   i  suppose  i  just  got  too  busy.   ’

Kenma rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to take his request back if Kuroo isn’t going to take him seriously. But he doesn’t, because however Kuroo’s going to react, Kenma really wants his hair played with.

“I’m fine.” Is what he mutters instead, eyes not leaving his console. Clearly however long he’s been looking at it is not long enough.

Kenma’s eyes do leave the screen though when Kuroo’s fingers reach his scalp, and then they slip closed. He tilts his head into the touch without even thinking abut it, giving a quiet contented hum. They open again, flicking to Kuroo quickly, then away again as Kenma processes the question.

36 ainen x sylyx 😌

THIS WASN’T WHAT WAS MEANT in actuality in getting bitten when he said to bite him.  it was a figure of speech  ,  to tell another to just FUCK OFF but it seemed to be their cue to bite him.  literally.  this wasn’t even DIRECTED towards her in the first place  ,  so now he’s got a mouth latched onto him.      ❛    s ‘ cuse me ?    ❜      she seems to be somewhat distracted as he’s just giving her head a FIRM but gentle push to detach that mouth of hers from his skin.  it wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to having marks on him.  after all he owns the brothel  ,  is a demon  ,  does truly UNSPEAKABLE things to others.  now ?

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