#fiery-assassin

❝ you do know that I can see you back there, don’t you? ❞

❀ receiver admits to sender they are pregnant, after feeling nauseous for days (reverse)

          :･ﾟ🌪️┇He should be happy — but instead his complexion takes on ashy tones — sickly pale. He feels his throat contract, his belly drop. Thinks, for the first time in as long as he remembers, that he might be sick. His hands arbor a tremor he cannot conceal, and in his eyes there’s a swirl of worry like a dying galaxy.

            His happiness is thwarted by powers higher than him, bigger than him. He swallows the ball of lead in his throat, scorching warmth blooming at the center of his chest. ❝Iris…❞, he begins softly — and there’s a shimmer to his eyes, akin to diamonds born of darkness. He thinks of Argus and his sons — the way all of them had to be hidden from the Elder Gods — and the woman he had loved, dead with grief. Would his child have to suffer the same? Iris? And if not, then the Elder Gods, they would take her away, as well as the child, never to be seen again. A price to pay as a lesser god for disobedience short of taking his immortality.

It seemed like a rare occasion that Asuna actually saw Takeda Takahashi at the Shirai Ryu compound, even rarer that he was around her for any notable amount of time. They had been acquainted the first time he came to visit after she came to live here - introduced to him as Hanzo's newest prodige. The man was always kind to her, yet there was always a subtle nervousness to her actions knowing that he was the clan's chujin, the second in command. Perhaps it was his closeness to her in age that unsettled her, knowing the he was so much stronger and knowledgable than she was. She didn't put much thought into it - simply being polite and courteous when they were in each other's presence, allowing he and Hanzo to conduct their business without her in the way.

That night it was her turn to clean up the kitchens after dinner, planning to take her own food back once everything was cleaned to her standards. While she cleaned out the pots, she looked through a window and noticed Takeda sitting outside, alone. She hadn't seen him come to get anything to eat that evening that she could recall; she decided to make two meals instead.

When she left the kitchens that evening, she had two plates of food and two cups, a bottle of rice wine tucked under her arm. Quietly approaching the bench where Takeda sat, Asuna lowered herself onto the stone and gently handed the man a plate piled with fresh white rice and cooked fish and vegetables - cooked the way her own tiny village was known for doing it. It tasted like home and some of the few pleasant memories of her childhood; she didn’t mind sharing it with others.

Had in mind simply to exchange a few words with his former student, it wasn’t difficult to engage in a trip to her realm, neither to enter her place, Sub-Zero might be getting older every day but he still knows how to hide himself and pass as if he is another commoner. Iris deserves a few words from him and hasn’t gotten any sort of news or words in return since the last time they saw each other. Her anger is understandable, not misplaced, but is understandable from her point of view.

“If you wish to know about what happened with the Lin Kuei, you may want to sit down for this.”

           ❝ I HAVE A FEELING that I’m about to hear something batshit crazy. ❞  Skarlet takes Iris’s advice and sits, legs crossing over each other as her elbows lean against the table.  ❝ I’m all ears, princess. ❞

MUNDAY COLOUR ASKS || Open

YELLOW - …food that makes me very happy.

Call me basic but nothing makes me happier than pizza, I love it so much, and baked sweet potatoes with actual potatoes with salmon? Chef kiss.

TURQUOISE - …fictional crush.

I’m gonna name one that I always leave out but is actually one of my oldest fictional crushes and tbh is the responsible for marking my level of expectations in men (quite unrealistic but still)

━━ ˟ ⊰ * ˖・ﾟ❝ Come in my darling girl. ❞ The Empress, typically reserved and cold like ice, melted upon feeling the presence of her only true sire. Onaga lifted her eyes from the scroll they held in hand and a smile blossomed on their ancient features. With a wave of a jeweled hand they beckoned Anna closer, encouraging her to enter the room. ❝ It has been far too long, come let me have a look at you. ❞