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{♚}  Debating about how to go about this, Lux stood there trying to determine the best opportune moment to give a kiss to Kiragi. More or less the boy wouldn’t care much nor think twice about it if she were to go through with it. Kiragi was hard to fluster anyway...then again she wasn’t here to get him to go beat red honestly! Taking a deep breath she hasened her pace towards the young archer----her heart beat steadily increasing as she approached. 

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((going assuming that Kamui is his mom))

Kamui absolutely adores Kisaragi. She loves how outgoing and cheerful he is, as well as how he helps show Takumi that his family loves him. 

While not an outdoorsy person, Kamui would have no problem whatsoever with waking up and going hiking with Kisaragi. She’s not all that up for hunting, though. 

After she gets Kisaragi to start enjoying learning, Kamui will get tons of books from the library and read them with Kisa.

Family cuddle time? Yes please. They probably have long naps after Kisa comes back from hunting.

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5. My muse coming to yours after they’ve been critically injured.

Injuries weren’t uncommon on the battle field. Everyone was inspected to take a few beatings, bleed a bit, get stitched up, and whatnot. Rhajat was used to having to seek a healer every now and then both in and out of battle. The skin she did expose was not flawless, she possessed a few scars of her own. Again, the expected result of fighting a war.

What she hadn’t expected, however, was for an injury to go further than skin deep. She had always been careful on the field, she had to be. She wasn’t adept in swordplay nor had the luxury of being a mounted fighter. She had only her scrolls sometimes even a tome if she were lucky. She had to keep a constant look out to make sure she was always properly protected. Maybe the enemy far exceeded her own stalking abilities, perhaps the heat of the fight caused her to lax today, she wasn’t sure.

A searing pain flared through her back as she felt the steel of the blade press through her skin and tear back out. A wetness gushed, warming her lower half with her own blood as she felt her knees buckle and hit the ground beneath her, her fingernails scratching the dirt as the pain spread through her body. Rhajat could barely even manage a thought, her vision clouding from the involuntary tears. She looked up to see if there was a healer around, but of course, they were busy helping the others. The only person her now limited vision could process was the prince’s son, Kiragi.