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@halcyonies​​ replied  ;  awkward hug for shoku after another battle 🥺👉👈  /  from:  𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 ! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 ?

         she was like an angel.  was the first and only thought that crossed his tired mind as the melody of her voice softly ceased playing and the dull sound of rain replaced it instead.  It was in the midst of the despairing sight left after their last battle and the absence of her voice that he found himself thinking about her, almost involuntarily, unconciously even- almost like how a writer would find themselves constantly thinking about words and imaginary to incorporate into their poems even when outside of their home.  It was despite the red that tainted the battlefield and the relief of some soldiers that today, they’ve been able to stand up once again, that he found himself thinking about the most trivial of things—  about her wing shaped ears; and how vibrant the shades of green on them were, and of how much they reminded him of the leaves of orange trees— the ones that bloomed in mid-spring from where he came from; and what a coincidence that whenever spring came, small white flowers blossomed all around the trees as well, with a soft shade that reminded him of her hair as well. Orange blossoms were used in perfumes, and for a few seconds, he thinks about the idea- about how perhaps in a different life, or a different time, he would have enjoyed making a perfume for her with them, for those little flowers were often associated with good fortune, and how curious it was that they reminded him of her, as good fortune was something he believed she brought each time they had to leave to the battlefield, for her presence was always a comfort, yet at the same time a worry; a worry that each time an expedition was made, there was always the lingering chance that something could happen to her, and that he would not be there to be of help. 

That was in fact, perhaps his biggest fear.

@halcyonies​​ said ; i need shoku to know that i love and appreciate him so much!!!! (is this ic or ooc no one knows)  /  𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

        No way— Could this be... !? Is this what he thinks it is...!?  ❝ —A note ... ? ❞  Did he just get his very first secret admirer !? It must have been because of that other day— ....certainly! When he gutted those fishes for dinner- he totally looked so cool ! he even ended up being proud of his own well done job ! or mayhaps it happened during the last harvest- he was carrying all those boxes on his own without breaking a sweat, all while wearing black despite of the heat ! not many swords could do that- not as cool as how he did at least-

With his heart beating with excitement, he carefully unfolds the small letter as he begins to daydream imagine the kind of words that were written on it; ‘Oh Shokudaikiri you are so cool and strong!’ , ‘I admire you!’ , ‘I would love to learn cooking from you!’ , ‘your soup from the other day was delicious!’ ; there were simply so many posibilities ! but he was sure that none of them would be as great as the actual content of the letter he was about to read;

        ‘I need shoku to know that i love and appreciate him so much!!!!’

Love....? appreciation ...!? Was this.... This wasn’t just a simple admirer.... This was a confession letter!? He’s definitely seen this before- he’s even read about it on a magazine as well! With his cheeks now acquiring a peculiar shade of red, he cleared his throat and fixed his already neatly tied necktie, an habit he used to do when he was nervous, before folding back the small letter and tugging it inside the right pocket of his suit..... Where his heart beated, of course ( in his mind, this certainly sounded cool ) . Clenching a hand into a tight fist, a new sense of determination was now shining all around him as he pridefully declared; 

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there is something akin to an infantile pout 'pon roseate tiers, soon accompanied by the furrowing of brows and by the scrunching up of her petite nose. yes, sonus might have little experience when it comes to socializing with others after so many years spent in utter loneliness but this is certainly something that she had not expected to hear. ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met. ❜  (for itto!)

“What? Not an appropriate——? Awh, c’mon! Are you kiddin’ me?” The gargantuan oni was utterly indignant, if his perplexed stammering and overt huffing hadn’t given that away. Her pout, while endearing on an already gorgeous visage, did nothing to help correct his crass behavior.

“I thought you looked like a stick-in-the-mud, but I didn’t think you’d actually be one. All I asked was how much you planned on packin’ away! The food’s good, right? I think it’s pretty cool when someone can eat and eat and not feel even a speck of shame about it! S’what food is for, ain’t it? You gotta enjoy it while you got it, so don’t hold back!”

He cast her a wide grin and gave her an enthusiastic clap on the back. “You manage to out-eat me, and I’ll be double impressed. Not that I think you can. Haven’t lost a single eating contest yet.

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she has always enjoyed the rain, even more so whenever she could simply stand beneath the tranquil downpour and observe the pale luminescence of the sun through a thousand falling droplets. this peculiar preference, however, is certainly not going to stop her from hastily approaching someone who seems to be drenched all the way down to their bones. ❛ i hope you haven't been standing out in the cold this whole time, you might get sick. ❜   (for venti!)

He knew he ought to be responsible and show a modicum of self-control, but the harder the rain fell, the harder it became to resist the urge to play. The playful archon, buoyant as the breeze and just as flighty, hardly thought it fair to ignore the call of deep, rippling puddles and slick, stinking mud. Venti didn’t enjoy getting dirty, but that was where his abilities came in handy.

A cushion of air under his feet, thin enough to remain unseen but constant enough that it whisked aside every fleck of muck that threatened to stain his pure, white leggings. He could jump into the dirtiest of puddles and come out pristinely clean. That left the rest of him exposed to the rain itself, but he didn’t mind. His hair hung heavy, his clothes clung to his skin, but he felt refreshed. He felt free.

The sound of genuine concern tore him from his playful skipping, whole body turning on the tip of his shoe so he might face the astoundingly beautiful, wholly unfamiliar being before him. He stood there, stunned and awed, at first. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. Then — a grin, wide and beaming to the point that it verged on pushing away the clouds overhead.

“Are you worried about me? Ehe, don’t be! I’m perfectly fine.” He spread open his arms and tilted his head back, letting the rain pitter-patter against his flushed cheeks and closed eyelids. “It feels wonderful, doesn’t it? Letting the rain wash everything away. Your worries, your exhaustion, your thoughts. For a little while, it’s nice to just exist and let yourself be soaked.”

unprompted ask // always accepting !!   only few weeks have passed, since she abandoned her homeland in pursuance of moving here, in a town immersed in nature and tranquility, far from the corruption of the metropolis and from the strife that has stolen away too many lives ( the lives of her dearly beloved family too ) .   and yet, sonus has grown accustomed to this mundane lifestyle faster than she had expected: now that the little cottage in the outskirts of the town is clean and fully habitable once more, she only needs some help with learning how to properly farm and tend to the little animals that she has decided to adopt on a whim.   this is exactly why she is standing right in front of his house, the sun risen by mere minutes, holding two twin rabbits in her arms and molding her facial features into the most dulcet of expressionisms   -   if one were to look closely and carefully enough, they would undoubtedly see a stain of infantile guilt in the depth of cerulean hues.   ❝   Look ! You have two sons now !   ❞   ( stardew obv uwu ) ( @halcyonies​ )

he   was   born   to   let   his   locks   flow,   to   have   freedom   of   movement,   to   show   his   spirit   in   the   form   of   vermillion   sand   ⸻   his   messy   hair   uncovered   the   nap   he   was   taking   prior   to   her   arrival,   the   frown   marring   his   thick   and   sharp   brows   exposed   the   evident   disapproval   of   her   unexpected   presence.   still,   what   rested   behind   the   limbs   of   his   ribcage   bounced   and   waved,   so   reflective   of   the   light   she   cascaded   onto   him:   a   light   embraced   by   a   sweet   joy,   honeyed   mirth   and   sugary   glee.   ❝   ...   what?   ❞   taken   by   surprise,   he   took   him   a   minute   to   gather   his   composure,   to   ebb   away   the   blur   in   the   gold   of   his   spheres,   and   to,   ultimately,   take   note   of   the   two   rabbits   so   contentedly   nestled   in   her   petite   limbs.   it   took   him   another   minute   to   exhale   a   guttural   [   it   was   raspy,   for   not   even   his   vox   was   yet   awake   from   that   much-deserved   repose   ]   growl   before   rolling   his   eyes   in   clear,   albeit   so   subtle,   annoyance.

unprompted ask // always accepting !! ❝ do you remember any lullaby from when you were a child? back home, lullabies and similar melodies were really important... they were religiously passed down from generation to generation and each mother and father would then add a line or two, so every family had very unique and personal songs. ❞   a titter, mischievous in its performance and lilt. ❝ of course, some lullabies were better and made more sense than others... but i always thought that this was a really beautiful tradition. ❞ ( @halcyonies​​ )

from   her   query   came   the   bounty   of   diversity   and   the   plants   of   his   memories   rose   toward   the   sun   of   nostalgia,   showing   off   their   petals   as   if   they   were   in   a   carnival   parade.   a   barely-there   beam   showcased   beneath   the   scars   of   his   wars   and   there   was   a   peaceful   balance   for   a   moment,   when   the   memories   brimmed   with   joy,   mirth   and   happiness   found   each   other   ⸻   the   wild   garden   becoming   more   pleasing   to   the   eye   of   his   soul.   the   detached   heartache,   however,   that   which   has   become   lost   in   the   vast   space   of   logic   alone,   a   desire   to   dominate   the   pieces   lost   with   his   father's   disappearance,   overwhelmed   his   mind   and   become   a   destruction   of   what   was   so   natural.   there   was   thus   a   frown   upon   his   forehead,   the   sand   of   his   rebel   hair   yearning   to   hide   it   but   failing   to   do   so.

his   despondency   came   as   tame   cloudlets,   clouds   that   promise   withered   petal-rain,   clouds   that   reminded   him   he   was   broken   even   if   he   had   showed   the   world   that   he   had   gained   the   reins   of   his   life.   as   his   golden   spheres   met   the   gaze   of   benevolence,   the   sweet   chant   of   peace,   the   epitome   of   what   was   graceful,   unique...   especial,   he   could   only   stare   at   lineaments   so   different   from   his,   wondering   how   she   could   ooze   such   altruism,   when   she   could   exude   so   much   compassion   towards   someone   she   had   no   affiliation   to.   ❝   i   don't   remember.   ❞   his   vox   was   just   a   tone   above   what   could   be   audible,   still   swimming   in   the   sea   of   his   thoughts,   facing   the   wrathful   waves   of   his   own   anger,   attempting   to   overcome   the   furious   currents.   ❝   i   don't   ⸻   i   don't   particularly   have   a   good   childhood.   even   if   i   want   to   remember...   i   can   only   recall   difficult   moments   in   my   life.   ❞