#falsebride

His eyes surveyed the new area around him. Nothing seemed familiar at all, not the air, not the place... not the people. His loose hakama paired with his haori was a stark contrast to most of the inhabitants here, and Shunsou immediately felt rather out of place.

But the anxiety quickly let itself go as his eyes caught something rather familiar. Those clothes, that style, the mannerisms... Ah, so he isn’t alone after all. Not realizing his feet had begun to move on its own, he soon found himself in front of her. Wait. Now what?

“...”

Yeah. Randomly approaching a stranger doesn’t look too good. Lacking the words and will to make up an excuse, Shunsou resorted to the truth.

“God you’re like...really pretty.” Is it jealousy or the palpitations of her bisexual heart? Perhaps both. She’s stopped in her tracks, disarmed by the young woman wrapped delicately and perfectly in her yukata, dainty flowers dappling the bottom and spreading further toward her bodice. 

( nonverbal starters ) - accepting.

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse.

“ What is it? ” Asks Hyakkimaru first—the smell of it familiar in a distant sort of way, but different enough that he can’t pinpoint exactly what the food might be. Not that is matters, in the end, food is food is food. Finding something to eat had proven to be difficult lately, so meals have shrunken in a way reminiscent of wandering too long between villages. Even with a large lake, apparently, no one is allowed to catch or eat the fish they catch. Annoying, he finds it, and all very confusing, besides. But it also happens to be the main reason why Kayo had sat him down for a proper meal—kind enough fizzle the brewing argument between Hyakkimaru and what he assumed to be someone in charge and subsequently lead him away to have an actual meal. 

Though he asked the question, he chooses not to wait for the answer. There wouldn’t be enough time to tamper with his food anyway, and Hyakkimaru isn’t the picky type, could never afford to be such. He allows himself a measured bite and quickly decides to take two more in quick succession, lighting up in a subtle way of his. 

SEND ONE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOUR MUSE

↱ = being lost with them .

     “Your outfit is.... very interesting.”

Ah, that probably didn’t sound very good, did it? No, it was supposed to be a compliment, but sometimes Lysithea’s words can come out sounding... not so. Quickly, the young mage waved a hand a little.

     “I don’t mean anything bad by it. I have a friend that      would probably be interested in your attire choices,      that’s all. You’re very fashionable.”

        “hmm... i feel a unique air about you. perhaps may i ask where you’ve come from? there are whole bunch of interesting people here, isn’t there?”