#florabled

“ hold still, this shouldn’t sting too much. ”  with kanao’s arm propped up against a table, aoi careful cleans the open gash kanao had received on her recent mission.  it would require some stitches, but that wasn’t that big of a deal for aoi.  as she works, she tries to keep a conversation going, even if most of the conversations with kanao were almost one-sided.  “ so how was the mission?  aside from this small gash here i don’t see any other injuries.  not even any bruises. ”  but that was because kanao was incredibly strong, someone aoi admired very much.

@florabled​ said:  [Soramaru; Shirasu] [ WARM ]

( ACTIONS MEME ) [ WARM ] for the sender to cover the receiver with a blanket!

   “  I  won’t  freeze  you  know.  “

   Every  winter  they  seemed  to  have  this  situation.  Shirasu  sitting  out  on  the  deck  (  sometimes  with  and  sometimes  without  a  cup  of  tea  )  as  the  snow  fell.  The  brothers  were  too  trusting  and  optimistic  about  this  world.  So  Shirasu  would  be  watchful  on  their  behalf.  He  would  doubt  in  others  and  even  winter  would  not  deter  him  from  such  duties.  At  heart  he  was  a  ninja  after  all.  And  not  any  ,  like  the  clans  that  followed  for  money  ,  but  a  Fuma.  He  would  do  this  as  necessary  for  the  brothers’  own  well-beings.  

   Purple  eyes  turn  to  the  fabric  now  draped  over  his  shoulders.  He’s  tried  arguements  in  the  past.  When  he  was  far  younger  he’d  tried  to  reject  it.  Have  you  ever  argued  with  a  young  child  ?  One  rarely  wins  ,  even  a  ninja  apparently.  He’d  tried  to  argue  about  training  or  this  and  that  over  the  years  ,  but  it  never  seemed  to  dissuade  Soramaru  from  covering  him  with  a  blanket  every  time  if  he  was  caught  in  these  early  mornings.  

@florabled — emotional prompts — accepting

William falters a moment in washing the blood from his hands, looking down into the depths of water stained red. As the ripples settle, he watches his own reflection come into focus, and his stomach twists at the emptiness he finds in his own gaze. 

     “... If not a monster, then what...?” His voice is a whisper, nearly choked back entirely— but this is Moran. Apart from William’s own brothers and Jack, he’s known him the longest, and through that, he’s seen the most of what the younger man tries so hard to hide from everyone else.

He’s meant to lead, and to do so properly, he must carry many more burdens than just his own. He shouldn’t put this sort of thing on the people he loves— Not when they believe in him so. But Moran is different, in a way. Moran would know, no matter how William fought to keep it to himself. There’s something about being known so deeply that makes William unwilling to even attempt.

Taking a deep breath, William lifts his chin to look up at the ceiling. His head spins, for a moment, and he feels as if he may hit the floor at any second, but when he lowers his head again, he turns to Moran with a smile trembling to life on his lips.

     ❝So...-- “'Nemi,” huh? Thought ya hated that nickname.❞

“Our intel back at the inn has led us nowhere... Could the Fatui be moving to act again? No, that can’t be right.”

Broad daylight stands the Qixing’s Yuheng, evermore perplexed by a tipoff of danger that had been passed onto her steadily growing pile of responsibilities to handle both swiftly and efficiently. However, how is one to do so when they do not know how to proceed forward? Eyebrows scrunch in some mixture of confusion and pinpoint focus, hand raised just above her chest as fingers tapped idly onto the cloth covering her collarbones. Wangshu Inn was no stranger to peculiarities or sudden threats. But one that leaves no trace? Even the Innkeeper had her fair share of keeping a watchful eye on certain ghosts! As her focus centers back on the people walking about the outside of the inn, Keqing’s eyes find themselves immediately drawn to someone who had very evidently not been a Liyue local. Inazuma, perhaps? If she really had to chance a guess. But it doesn’t matter much. She clears her throat, taking steady, purposeful steps toward them.

ALO was so much like SAO in many ways. She wasn’t sure if it was Aincrad hanging in ALO’s virtual sky or the same game engine that didn’t help the faint nausea that settled in her stomach. Yuuna had came here of her own volition of course. Years of nightmares and sleepless nights had taken enough of a toll on her now. But that toll had only made her more determined to get over her fears with time.

She was sure her parents would disapprove diving into another very similar game to face her fears, But Yuna wondered, maybe if she just saw it and walked the streets of SAO again, maybe then finally could her heart and mind be at rest with the horror she had witnessed.