#breathofinsect

     ✿ / PROMPT ー SENTENCE STARTERS: THE PRINCESS SAVES HERSELF IN THIS ONE ! ( accepting )

            “  that’s what we do, right? or do you just give up and cry somewhere when you get hurt a little?!  ” his temper flared at the very thought and he threw an arm aside in gesture, “  that’s stupid! it’s spineless! i hate guys like that! if you don’t try, if you don’t do everything you can—  ”

       a kindly smile graced his thoughts then, and another so similar, before it burned away to something icy, something evil. he remembered the cruel smirk of his opponent as he delighted in his kill, the crinkled brow of a girl suffering that loss and fighting back tears for the sake of a long festering revenge. even in the wake of their victory, it still hurt, as if it were only yesterday they stumbled free of their nightmare at last, arm in arm.

       it boiled his blood, and poisoned his words with a familiar hatred.

            “  then what good are you?!  ” he was angry— but it was his pain, not his rage, that spoke loudest of all.

        pinky promise!                                 his memories sang in sweet voices, but he couldn’t let himself cry again. 

send ‘look into my eyes’

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considering how many times he’s met his brush with death and had the scars to prove it… didn’t really make this answer any less obvious. perhaps legosi did have a lesson to learn in taking a step back to analyze the situation further. but if you were ever put into his shoes during the situations he’s been in? you would probably act upon instinct as well. 

though no one ever said his instincts were always the smartest way to go. 

while kanao is previously accustomed to spending time independently, she finds it near impossible now. in the expanse of a new land, she cares little to explore the sights or its citizens --- she merely trots after shinobu, more like her shadow than her sister, refusing to let the woman out of her sight. she knows better than to invade her personal space, but there’s no denying there are sleeve tugging, shoulder tapping, seldom hand holding. just reminders that yes, shinobu-nee is alive.

to be greeted with the sight of her sister, her last memory seeing her devoured --- kanao does not normally dare to wish, but every night she begs whoever’s listening to grant her this serenity. 

please. let her have this domesticity. let her have the home she carefully curated in kanae and shinobu. she doesn’t want to lose her family again.

today is a simpler day. there are no tasks to be done nor people to greet. instead, they sit underneath the cherry blossoms of cotes. among the fluttering of petals are collections of butterflies that are drawn like a magnet. but rather than allow them to rest upon her hand, kanao is more drawn to her hands fiddling with the delicate tresses of shinobu’s hair.

she owes too much to shinobu: owes her life, her love, her entirety. the regrets run rampant within her soul, and even now, she remains incredulous that her beloved sister is physically here, able to be touched. she manages to resist her hands trembling, but her lips purse at the familiar sensation of shinobu’s hair.

it’s warm. like her, like their family.

❝ what do you think? ❞ she has deftly woven shinobu’s hair into a short braid, pinned by their ever-familiar butterfly trinket. it’s a little uneven as some strands are sticking out. it’s a bit harder to do these sorts of tasks with half of her vision blurred, but she heeds no mind.

i’m sat at the front row of this ted talk and i give a standing ovation

Reserved!