#enspectro

mother mother ━ accepting

❝ i assure you that we haven't encountered each other before. though the familiarity could stem from the nature of my true identity and, well, the identity of you. ❞

sunday waves a gloved hand, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. zàoyīn was indeed a special person, that much was a fact given the fact he could enter somnoire and fix the dream state. and, in truth, with the abstract and timeless nature of dreams, it was very possibly that zàoyīn did know him. he would certainly have to look into that once somnoire was no longer unstable and he could access all of the dreams once again. instead, the man simply hums, thinking for a moment before speaking.

the northman ━ accepting

❝ while that may be so, no harm will come to you in my presence. ❞

@enspectro - ''thank you for listening to me when no one else would.''

...When no one else would.

Have you tried?.

This is what she wonders, without bringing the very thought alive. To have others confide, even the most unfathomable disasters, experiences, was something Hinamori will always welcome.

She will welcome the pain, the good and the bad, stuff all that pain for herself. But as unhealthy as it seems, to take on others's weights, latching onto their own burdens so tightly, that it may never disappear, the Inazuman woman has long stopped caring.

To be Dendro, is to be memories, to be wisdom.

She is solace incarnate.

Thoughts put aside, her coolheaded expression remains, soften ever so slightly.

''Its no trouble at all. If you ever feel stumped on anything, you can always reach out'', she will squeeze time to tend to others, to listen to them. Wheter it'd be from a letter or face to face.

ㅤㅤㅤhello  little  star  

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤi  mean  rover  

"yinyue, is that really you?.. or is this another dream." ( time for some sib interaction uwu zaoyin. )

unprompted. || always accepting

─「银月」─  while the forceful AWAKENING and the sudden realization that she had found herself upon a new world with little to no recollection of her own past, there were a few things that were innate to her VERY CORE and allowed her to recognize at single glance. in this case, she could hear his wavelength even before his voice was registered into her mind. a sense of RELIEF flooded her, piercing through her very frame and clearing away the sharp pain in her head.

                she could recall the WATER entering her lungs, the waves echoing within her mind, the separation as they were thrown into a place she had little recollection of despite how it felt almost familiar. seeing him, feeling him again, was like a LIFELINE.