#fifthnamed

u just got saizowned

        “ I take it that you’d sooner perish the thought of leaving              these premises, even if I were to ask you nicely? ”

         Nicely, he says, but this comes from the mouth of someone with a dagger at the ready. Of course, Jakob expects no mercy of leave—not by Hoshido’s first shadow. Which is where the dagger comes into play, should it need to. He breathes a sigh, knowing the futility in even trying to play ambassador here, yet still does he smile.

   THE NIGHT AIR -- it calms thoughts and skin both, chill drafts stealing unwanted heat and distress from her bones. it dusts away the clouds gathered inside her mind; focus returns, and alongside it, tranquility. it is here kagero finds peace, atop wooden shingles and aside a trusted companion. her trusted companion; he who has yet to prove her wrong, despite disagreement upon disagreement. a mutual trust exists yet, as do underlying confessions she has yet to come to terms with. 

                    or does not want to, more like. 

   but even he seems distracted upon what -- to her -- is a utopian night. head turns a slight in his direction.

      she feels the warmth upon her cheek before she sees it; morning has come too quickly, despite the lengthy night the two had shared. loath to open her eyes, kagero settles for exploring her other senses in the meantime. her waist is loosely held in her companion’s grip, head tucked beneath now-exposed chin. she stirs, rubbing at her eye with a hand. 

dont use owo and then say lookin 4 a lord to serve…. i cant with u