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      ❝ you are? ❞  their words held disbelief, seeming to not understand why someone would say those words to them. their gaze lowered. thinking on how to process it.  ❝ i.... i'm glad to... ❞  they could at least say that much, despite their words coming out almost choked.

❛   ...   ah   ...   are   you,   um    ...   ❜   memory   seems   to   fail   her   upon   being   approached.   upon   hours   and   hours   of   research,   kagome   knew   that   she   recognized   this   man   !   his   ghost   -   like   presence   was   serene   ...   eyes   widened,   delight   washing   over.   ❛   oh   !!!   tsugikuni   yoriichi   -   san,   right   ?!   you’re   him   !!!   ❜

            “ yoriichi — san !! look !! ” the female calls, trying her best to lift the basket she held in her hands to show the male. “ the kind obaasan near the bottom of the mountain gave us some fresh vegetables !! ” uta beams happily as she hurries her step to catch up with the male, “ we’re so lucky tonight !! we can have a feast !! ” she hums. it’s been a lot less lonely with the other around...she was glad and happy to have met the male, even though there wasn’t much she knew about the quiet yoriichi, she filled the silent space with her ever moving mouth...her mother used to chide her about it, saying she’ll chat off the ears of her husband one day....normally, those very thoughts made her sad ( thinking how her family was no longer around ) but with yoriichi accompanying her day to day, it made the loneliness just a bit more bearable.

           ❝    brother     ?  ....   how  old  you  look .   how  pathetic .    ❞    voice  of  burnt  corpses  releases  bitter  speech  ,   laced  in  hatred  for  the  other  before  him  .     you  were  meant  to  perish  before  25  ......  yet  you  lived  a  long  life  as  a  human  .   bitterness  upon  sharp  teeth  burns  like  sick  and  sweets  .    such  a  horrid  contrast  just  like  the  twins  before  us .  

song: oblivion - bastille

      “ just put a little spit and elbow grease on it you’ll be fine ! ” he 100% broke the vase . 

“drawn like moths to a fire. hn.”