#flowerfestal

meme || accepting

@flowerfestal

       a fond smile crossed his lips, he knew he was in the minority as royalty who was also soft of heart, but he was quite happy with the way it guided him. his father may have been a tough, grueling man, but it was his sister’s kindness that guided him and molded him into who he’d become. and, if the words of his comrades were to be believed, he’d become a man others admired. 

Though Sakura is sure her words don’t make sense, Tsubaki understands. He’s been working for her long enough to know how she words things.

“I know I can trust you,” he finally says. “That’s why I’m sharing this with you. I’m sure you’ve noticed I don’t tell just anyone these things,” he adds, giving a small but genuine smile.

SOFT FAMILY | @flowerfestal​ | ACCEPTING

TEARS HAVE clouded their eyes,  the second they notice Sakura.  Hidden amongst the trees,  little Sakura was almost lost.  Kotaru doesn’t wait but a moment,  before throwing their arms around her.

LAST THEY HAD HEARD,  the enemy had managed to breach the left flank,  and were heading sharply towards where Sakura had been stationed...  And Kotaru thought she’d be safe!  Having already bent to Sakura’s will,  and allowing her to help on the battlefield,  they thought it best to keep her as far away from the true battle as possible.  And now,  the troops raged towards her.  

THUS,  Kotaru also ran towards where she’d once been,  only to find empty land,  and worse,  the horror of bodies.  It was terror,  and Kotaru can barely take it all in.  Burning,  horrid reeking,  and those needing naught but final rites.  There were,  thankfully,  people in need of healing,  too,  and Kotaru tried their hardest to bellow orders,  to give themself time to try and scour for any sign of Sakura.  

IT IS THEN,  that every horrible vision,  every idea that could come to fruition,  crosses their mind.  Almost,  they remember the rumors that Sakura had confided in them.  That once,  the Nohrians would’ve kidnapped her instead,  and it is the idea that fills their mind.  If only because it was,  perhaps,  a vision where Sakura would still be alive.  

BUT THAT IS not a life that Kotaru would ever wish,  even upon their worst enemies.  Thus,  they search harder,  and find only trees.  Only trees,  standing tall and staring with naught but apathy,  their branches obscuring any sights of pink that Kotaru could cling to.

MERCIFULLY,  though,  Kotaru finds her.  Hiding,  and injured,  but alive.  Sakura is quickly wrapped into Kotaru’s arms,  their fingers lacing into her hair and trying to keep her close and safe.  ❛  Oh,  gods!!  ❜   they are breathless,  weeping openly,  ❛  I could’ve lost you.  ❜

CALM,  quiet Sakura responds as such,  ❛  Lost things have a way of turning up.  ❜

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Sakura falls still. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed in a pensive expression, sorting out the words in her head before she speaks.

“ Have you now…? ”

She pauses for a moment, before looking up. However, her gaze is not directly at him.

“ I think… I think we all have, to some degree. Whether we meant to or not. ”

A quiet swallow, hopefully it wasn’t too noticeable.

“ I… I want to become someone more… patient… And give people a chance to learn from past mistakes and actions… So, ah…

I suppose what I’m saying is: these… ‘terrible things’ you say you’ve done don’t… they don’t matter very much to- to me, if it’s something you wouldn’t repeat. ”

     She’s right, Ban supposes, when he listens to the princess speak. Listens to her explain that perhaps everyone has done terrible things, in a manner of speaking. Hearing her, he gives a small of a thought, red eyes glancing down to his hands and watching his nails dig against his knuckles. The bandit can’t help but think if he should be worthy of a second chance. Even if he’s learned from the mistakes he made.

     Even if he’s had to live because of those mistakes.

     “I see,” He muses quietly before he makes a hard swallow, lifting red gaze to look to the girl, “I think I understand what ya’ mean,” A sad smile is given, teeth barely exposed in the small grin he offers. He can feel blood well beneath his nails, the skin giving way to the crescent marks he makes– and he can feel them vanish just as quickly as they came.