#defiancemuses

My muse is blindfolded and listening. Go on anon and whisper something into their ear. It can be anything you like, a confession, a secret, a memory – there are no limits.

@defiancemuses

@defiancemuses

The case was taking a turn for the worse. It started simple with a robbery, but now the web had spun to a criminal network, money launderingand drug mulls. And that’s only what they had found so far. Needless to say, Naoto’s trip has been extended for quite some time from her original plan.

So it was with a degree of shame to admit that she had skipped to check her phone’s personal messages system for a few days, and by the time she reached Kanji’s messages, it had almost been a week. She read it while in public, as she was crossing a local park on a snowy winter afternoon. The snow made a crunch as she walks, the path winds to the other side, where it would only take a few more minutes to reach her hotel. It was far too cold for her liking here, a bitter, numbing sort of chill that doesn’t exist in Inaba.

Her breath comes in puffy white, and despite having gloves and scarf and jacket on, she still couldn’t feel much of her hands. The day of work had ended, and there’s a small hot drink stand by the entrance of the park. She got a coffee, and walked. It was somewhere between entering and exiting she finally found the messages, buried under so many more from others of her acquaintances.

It’s a simple message, and so very much Kanji and Rise. It warms her in ways her jacket and the coffee in her hand can’t. She doesn’t really need the money. God knows, they probably can live off what they already made if they retire right now, but it was the thought that counts, right? And the thought that they, all the way back in Inaba, remember and trust in her in ways her coworkers refuse to, was all that matters.

Her reply was simple. Away from work, why bother to hide?

[TXT] I miss you both dearly. I hope you’re doing well. I’ll do my best. Let’s celebrate when we all get together again.

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The thunder rolled outside the cabin, as Ran tended to the pot of tea on the hearth. She supposed that was one benefit to living out here in the middle of God-only-knew-where, in a log cabin with no electricity - there was nothing to detract from the majesty and fury of a good thunderstorm. No fears of the power going out. No unending hum of power. No delicate electronics.

No heat, either, but that wasn’t really a problem with a good fire and a warm companion.

“I think the marshmallows are done cooking,” she said by way of explanation, as she pulled the skewers they were melting on off the hearth, and carefully sandwiched them between wafers of cookie and chocolate. Setting them on a plate, next came the tea, poured into two waiting cups. She carried the whole thing a mere four feet further, to set them at Kyouko’s feet before tucking herself under the wool blanket, curling up at her side.

“I know green tea isn’t exactly proper for s’mores, but I hope it’s good enough.”

defiancemuses replied to your post:♣

all i could think of was batman when kanji said that

[WHY WOULD BATMAN STOLE NAOTO’S PHONE??????? XDDDD

The detective took some steps closer. She could see his eyes, reddened by the tears.

“Do you...” she was probably the last person Kanji needed around. Knowing her awkwardness, she was sure she would say something logic. Some stupid fact. And then, there would be silence. She wasn’t even sure she wouldn’t make things worse. Biting her lower lip, she crouched down. “I am here. B-but I can’t discern if you need to remain alone...”