#bunheadusako

Peace was such a fragile, ephemeral thing.

It was bound to happen. It was destined to happen. Chibi-Usa - Small Lady - had made it clear that the Silver Millennium knew nothing but peace in the 30th century. Those who lived under the reign of Neo-Queen Serenity had been blessed, both with life that seemed near-everlasting as well as with lives that would never know the touch of darkness. At least, according to the stories. The stories that Chibi-Usa had been told.

It really had been too much to actually hope for peace to come that easily.

The Moon Kingdom had been restored over a century prior, back when they still had been simple middle-schoolers struggling with their new identities, but restoration didn't mean it was inhabitable. That had only happened within the past... twenty years? And the construction of Crystal Tokyo, the grand kingdom that Neo-Queen Serenity was going to rule over, was still a work in progress.

Though technically a Princess, Minako had never felt comfortable retiring her senshi duties. The uniform of Sailor Venus felt more a part of her than her identity as the Princess Venus, or even as being Minako Aino. What mattered most was protecting her Princess and ensuring that no evil was ever able to get to her.

She was on the outskirts of what would eventually be where the new castle would stand. The forces of chaos were still weak, but it wasn't unheard of for a sliver of darkness to give form before trying to slither in, only to be halted by a sword stabbing through their head. It was grim, but it kept her busy - which was why she was so surprised to see a familiar silhouette approaching.

                                                 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐨

                                                 independent && private                                                             loved by Meg

                           𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖

                                             𝐜𝐡𝐱𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

Haruka was wringing their hands, perched atop a building just a block away from their destination. It was a breezy and mild night, mundane and routine. But they knew that they were about to shatter that mundanity for someone in a matter of moments.

“Someone has to do it,” were Setsuna’s only words of comfort or apology — if they could be called that.

But does it have to be me?

Haruka found themselves dragging their feet, though there truly was no time to waste. However reluctant they were to teach a new senshi, the need was there and trouble would surely be around the corner.

Knowing that there wasn’t room to delay any longer, they leapt from their spot on the roof, quickly making their way to the home. At first, it was hard to tell which window was the right one. If they chose incorrectly, their cover would be blown at worst, or at best, the person greeting them would have no idea what to make of the situation.

But they didn’t have to wonder for long. On the second floor of the house, a room with a bright light could be seen. Looking more closely, Haruka noted the pastel colors that seemed to line the walls. While they didn’t know much about Usagi other than her name and the greater role she would come to play, this seemed to track.

Haruka carefully lifted themself up to the window, peering in enough to see a pajama-clad blonde sitting up in bed.

This was probably how she spent every evening. There was probably nothing remarkable about Usagi; nothing that would rattle the foundation of her world more than this would.

The longer they let themself take in the details of Usagi’s room, the more guilty they felt about having to be the one to break this all to her. Being a senshi was more responsibility than Haruka had ever felt in their life. There were times that it felt like a punishment, admittedly. This was what they would be subjecting Usagi to.

It was inevitable anyway, Haruka knew. And once more, time was ticking away. They needed to get this over with.

Attempting to toe the line between getting Usagi’s attention but not alarming the rest of her family, Haruka knelt down, rapping their knuckles just firmly enough against the window to be heard.

@bunheadusako​ sent  “The moon is my ally!” (bunheadusako - maybe Sailor Moon crosses paths with Sebastian?)

MOONLIGHT AESTHETIC MEME

Status: ACCEPTING

        “What did this- What did this to me?!” 

        The question was echoed back to her, incredulous and bitter. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to scream in pain as the wound he held seeped crimson and stained white kidskin gloves. Green eyes glowered, and pink lips curled in disgust.

        What did this to him? Oh, how rich of Sailor Moon to ask him this! Was she so ignorant to her own sins?

        “How dare you ask me that?! You... you who force our hands! You who threatened our kingdom! Our loves... our lives! You who made us who we are!” His head turned and he spat blood onto the asphalt.

        “What did this to me? No... who did this to me. Who did this to all of us? It was you, Sailor Moon! No... Princess Serenity! And once I take that silver crystal from you? You will no longer be able to harm anyone!”

@bunheadusako​ said: “what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night.” // For Mamo shippy starters // accepting

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He sheds his tuxedo disguise when she opens the door of her balcony and lets him into her dim bedroom. It's soft and homey in here, but he doesn't really think to appreciate it right now. Mamoru really does feel bad, and this is something he usually never does, but he’d been tossing and turning restlessly all night, because of her. He should be used to it by now of course, they all put themselves in danger quite often fighting enemies, but when there’s a close call with Usagi he doesn’t sleep well at night for a week afterwards. Every time. Without fail.

Mamoru stands in front of her worried stare, feeling very naked. How does he tell her his emotional distress? He’s not good at this. He settles on tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.