#bondbinder

faunus reside in an unfair world where humans treat          them cruelly, and she’s shared her own experiences of distrust. A black bow is the only thing that keeps a form of protection to the faunus as ironic as it sounds. Moments of wanting to tug it away are there, but couldn’t abandon this desire to become a huntress alongside the others. The cat was out of the bag...even if it wasn’t developed slowly with time between her stay. An academy’s walls provided subtle protection, allowing those skills to be strengthened and a mind occupied with these fairy tales. Sometimes the cat wished to dive into what seemed impossible while escaping these struggles --- it was pathetic. Blake resented people who had it easy, the ones who could smile easily without an issue in the world. Eyes stare blankly at a sky that noticed constellations being put together like a picture. One even shot nearby to greet her one day, believing this was some idiotic wish she made of being rescued. At least it was nice to reduce a guard before someone who won’t impact her livelihood here in Beacon Academy. 

“fairy tales don’t exist when it comes to the real world surrounding us. Although they’re beautifully written in stories, those kinds of worlds just aren’t possible. It’s nice to hear of your stories to other worlds but...they also sound a bit painful.” Mostly being birthed from a selfish desire that Blake could leave this world and journeying out when the faunus are given their humanity back.

“SPIRIT…SHOTGUN!!!” With one punch, he fires a wide spread of spirit energy hitting the three monsters that threatened the peace near his noodle cart. But as soon as he took care of those four more took their places. “Dammit, what kind of discount demons are these anyway.”

MORNING AFTER

TIRED EYES STRUGGLED TO OPEN, blinking rapidly several times until they focused and slowly she sat up, the unfamiliar surroundings throwing her for a loop. Tossing her legs over the side of the bed she was sleeping on, Gwen cautiously left the room and came face to face with someone she didn't recognize and leapt back in surprise. ❝ Ahhh ! ❞ hands raised, blue energy crackling.

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📚 ─ to go to the library

Sora, the boy with a heart of gold that brought hope to soo many people in this world. There had been moments after the androids the world was invaded by these beasts of shadow. Strength alone could not make them waver and all it took was this boy and his key to show him the way, to show him that the strength of one’s heart was just as important as physical strength or perhaps it was more important. 

Either way Sora had invited him to the library earlier in the day. The warrior promised he’d meet him there once his daily errands were done. Went to the store for his mother, helping other folks within various districts with rebuilding and of course getting more and more materials for Bulma to ensure that one day he would receive a fine prosthetic arm. However, finally Gohan made good on his promise and met the young one within the library, it was ruined but still standing strong.

     ❛ i was beginning to think i wasn’t going to see you all day! ❜

     it was quite the exaggeration. the day was still young, there were still hours left before the sun set & even longer before they were expected home. but, sora & riku were usually the first of her valentine’s day deliveries. to have not seen sora earlier in the day was more than a bit unusual. she stood from where she leaned back against the paopu tree, picking up her bag as she turned to him fully.

     ❛ i had half a mind to eat all of your cookies myself! ❜

     she took a pause, letting the words sink in before her smile grew.

     ❛ kidding! ❜

     with that, she took the tin from her bag, handing it to him with all of the care of a treasured gift. perhaps, she was treating them a bit too gently, but she wasn’t going to risk something happening to them in the midst of finally getting to hand them over.

     ❛ one batch of valentine’s day cookies, just for you! ❜

     shaped like the fruits that were native to their homeland, perfect for valentine’s day! that wasn’t all, of course. she pulled out the second part of her gift for him. admittedly, while she had gotten it to assist him on his travels, it was the design that had caught her eye. the star shape of the clasp had reminded her of her lucky charm–––– of the paopu fruit–––– & she hadn’t been able to stop herself from getting it. she placed it in his hand, her smile smaller but still bright.

     ❛ this is for you, too. to help you a little when you’re away. ❜

     her gaze drifted up to meet his eyes, & she gave his hand a squeeze before returning her arms to her sides.

     ❛ happy valentine’s day! ❜

obtained

     when they had originally dreamed of leaving the islands, this was the sort of place that kairi had imagined ( or tried to imagine anyways, she hadn’t been able to even begin to dream up anything like this ). somewhere the complete opposite of where she had spent the majority of her life. as she quickly learned, opposite was a hard thing to find. there were many worlds that were completely different from destiny islands, & yet she wouldn’t have given them such a label. the closest she had come to finding one was the world that never was, but her time there spent as a prisoner ensured that she didn’t get the opportunity to make the decision with conviction.

     but this was it. there was no doubt about it.

     her head didn’t turn as footsteps approached, & she didn’t have to look to know just who had joined her. it took a moment before she managed to speak, as if she was too afraid to break the silence that had washed over them.

      ❛ it’s so different from home. it almost feels like i’m dreaming. ❜