#cloudpools

~Tea-riffic Dates~

That morning Madison rose early to watch the sunrise on her balcony & do a bit of yoga before her cafe date. Was it a date? Like a date date? What did Carter think of her? Did she sound foolish last night? Did he think she was weird? These were the many questions that went through her head during her supposed yoga meditation, during her shower, while she picked out her clothes & on the walk to the cafe.

Truth be told, she was only half engaged in the conversation w/ Carter because she was so nervous. Those damned questions kept bouncing around in her head that by the time they sat down at a table, she felt exhausted. Her heart was pounding & her knee bouncing anxiously.

Looking at Carter was just as hard this morning as it had been the night before. What was she expecting? That she’d wake up & think he wasn’t as cute as she imagined? Maybe that’s what she hoped. But… in the early 8am sun, he looked even more adorable.

When their drinks were delivered to them, Madison happily reached out for her tea. Carter had asked her something which she only half heard, “hmm?” She asked, & brought the tea to her lips accidentally spilling onto their table.

Oh god.

Her cheeks reddened. “Uh no, im so sorry.” Quickly she used her napkin to clean the table before lowering her cup. “Umm… can you repeat that please?”

Her eyes wandered down to his outfit, then to hers. She only spent 20 minutes this morning picking out an outfit. Casual seemed to be a theme for Carter, & that’s what she intended to go for… yet she still felt a bit over dressed. A cardigan, a skirt, sandals that gave her no height (keeping her a 5ft) & a basic bag. Nothing too fancy in her book, but what did he think.

actions prompt meme :: selective

@cloudpools sent: [ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood. ((Blane & Gurin LOL

"OY YOU BITCH YOU'RE GONNA DRIP ALL OVER THE CARPET! That's PREMIUM material, hells damnit!" Yeah, there could have been something a little more concerned. A question of whose blood that is or why is there blood among so many others. But priorities unfortunately leave the bound soul very very low on the rungs of Gurin's ladder.

Mind you, the demon gives Blane very little opportunity to react or apologize herself. His catalyst is already spinning up around his wrist, a stone splitting off from the band and impacting the girl in the chest so that she would fly back before another step was taken onto the (very comfy) fur material. In short time the master himself was standing over her with disapproving glare, looking over her and readying another stone that might remedy some pain, if needed.

If he was feeling generous.

If she had good reason for this shit.

....yeah, who the FUCK is he kidding.

"Do I even wanna know how the hell you ended up like this? You're a fuckin mess... Disgusting. Tch. And it's your blood. Of course it is." He's honestly relieved at that. It meant he would have no quarrel with someone else, if the instigator under his charge lost.

On the other hand. It was embarrassing for him. So really, what's the worse outcome? Who the fuck knows. It's all a damned annoyance.

How many years would go by?

A life changed.

A life stagnant.

The world moved forward. Time kept, like the rustling of autumn leaves. What purpose did he have? An uncle, maybe he could do more when the kids were older. Someone to help around the house. A yōkai exterminator. Stagnant. Nothing but the next fight, eating, and sleeping. Hearing all about what loved ones had going on, having nothing to say in return.

That he did what they'd already seen him do a million times? That he saw the same forest holding his namesake every single day? He could forget the loneliness, but it never went away. He had a place to belong, one single place that treated him fairly. He was regarded as a good person, someone to be smiled at, even if it were only here.

Yet the hanyō stood, heavy autumn winds drawig soft, silver hair behind him. Overlooking the ocean, overcast. Inuyasha could smell the rain coming soon. The moisture i the air was getting thick, he'd need to leave soon. Softly exhaling through his nose, his body turned.

Only for the ledge to crumble.

A sharp cry, though it did no good. There was no catching himself from this far away from the cliff.

Then came the plunge.

Frigid. Darkness. Sinking.

Nothing to jump off of.

Seawater flooding his nose, hands clamped over his mouth. The current's strong. Taking a breath wouldn't have done shit for water this cold, the impact alone took out any air he'd preserved in his lungs. A shock he couldn't fight, he wasn't given the luxury of regaining his senses before the hanyō's vision was going dark.

A dreamless sleep.

A dreamless sleep he had yet t wake from, even as he washed ashore. One may have even said he looked peaceful, eyes closed softly, soaked clothes clinging to his body. Golden sand, though nothing registered.

Nothing at all.

Inuyasha wasn't even breathing as he lied there.

Under the cover of night, Jack's mass was huddled in the shadows of a local alleyway. Though his movements were quiet and discreet, the stench coming from his vicinity was overwhelming. However it didn't seem to have any affect on Jack as the man continued to feed.

Jack paused and lifted his head when he sensed the stranger's presence, prompting him to look over his shoulder, observing the other with a look of what could only be described as amusement.

"Pfff. Did your parents ever teach you that it's rude to stare?" The blonde called, lifting his bloodied fingers in a lazy wave. He looked down at the butchered corpse before him, his head tilting while he pondered.

It had been a week since that one day. A fight with the Magical Girl, Iris, and how she mentioned his father, the thought of disobeying him had never crossed his mind before but since he had saved her...he could not get that thought out of his head. Of course Anton was angry by the events of that day, and Zaire was forbidden from going up top, to the outside world...however after a week, Anton's rage subsided and he was sent out again, a simple scouting mission.

There was the internal conflict of believing dying in battle was the best way for a Yato's life to end given their love for battle, along with the self loathing he already had, then the thoughts of how his death would hurt someone extremely important to him too. As the blood would continue to fall from his wounds, so many things swarmed through his mind.

Of all people to find him though, it had to be her. That annoying samurai. He'd threaten her, but it was empty words since he was pretty sure a punch from him in this state would give the same amount of damage as a toddler. He'll bluff and play it off though. Kamui despised weakness, he hated the memories of being that weak child unable to do anything, the one who failed to kill his father when he needed to the most. Being vulnerable in front of someone he fights with is out the question.

He couldn't. He just couldn't.

What if she'll look down on him? It'll make him want to kill her even more.

CHIRPS IN SURPRISE

why can't people approach her in a normal way?