#holylies

⎾ @holylies​ asked: The demon crowds in on the slayer, a bright smile upon your face as you inch closer, despite the rage slowly expelling from the pillar. It's a busy night on the market walkway, vendors calling out to those willing to buy. Your eyes flit over the man's hand on his sword, before you clasp your hands together, joyous words falling past your lips. " Never would I have expected someone like you in such an unclean place like this, how are you doing, my little flame pillar? " ✹

The distinct chill in the wind that starkly contrasted the otherwise humid bustling street was all the signal he needed to know exactly who crowded into his space before the demon even began to speak. Kyōjurō stilled as if he were cornered by the very beasts that haunted both humans and demons for months, though they were no longer a threat. That was exactly why he was here, wandering unfamiliar territory when he should be home. He watches the upper moon flick his eyes to his hand, resting ever-so-gently on the handle of his nichirin blade out of habit. He now found no comfort in his capability to slay demons. What point was there to do so, when he was such a bastardly traitor, pulled by his own heart to places a demon slayer hashira should never even think of? This demon was his enemy and forever would be, there was no doubt about that despite the months of fragile truce between their kind as they fought the amalgamations that plagued the earthen ground for months. It was so entirely strange, how it felt to last for years in the middle of it, but now that it was over and things were returning to normal ( humans and demons were always going to be enemies; the hunters and the prey, but who played which role changed depending on who you asked ), it almost seemed to be a fever dream. 

For @holylies​

‘Run run run! Faster Rui, faster!’ He chants in his mind while barely managing to stay ahead of the two slayers out for his head. There had been a third, strayed away from his small group and not paying attention to his surroundings, which gave Rui the opportunity to sneak up on him and kill him with a single razor sharp thread through his neck. He’d been in the middle of his meal when the other two discovered the scene and started after him.

Now he’s been running for nearly an hour and they show no signs of giving up. So he’ll have to fight them; and hopefully if he plays this smart he’ll come out of this alive.

Jumping over a long fallen log Rui dares to look over his shoulder and gauge how far away they are. It’s a decent enough distance, what with the trees and logs of the forest providing obstacles. He raises a hand to summon one of his threads and lashes out, the silvery strand catching the moonlight. One of them ducks, but the other isn’t fast enough and half her head goes sliding off; her body tumbling, dead, to the ground.

The remaining slayer is even more enraged now and Rui forces himself to go faster, really pushing his body...until they both burst out of the tree cover and into a clearing that has a temple in it. He doesn’t have time to take it in; already turning on his heel to deal with the last slayer as he has no other choice.

left on her lonesome by such hospitable hosts, a sigh of relief slipped as she felt comfort beginning to get the better of her, lashes fluttered to a close as a heart exhale escaped. but musashi couldn’t maintain too much of an eased disposition, for there was another presence that lingered near, and she would of course greet them with a softened smile, unbeknownst as to whom the other individual really was.

❝ good evening. ❞

@holylies​​​ said: ❝ wow, akaza-dono! are you getting taller? ❞ he saw you frowning, not knowing that his very presence may be the reason. the upper two leans right into the third moon's space, clearly learning nothing from the last hundred years.

       oh & how he can feel the blood in his veins BOILING with irritation the moment he hears the sound of the other’s voice, the moment he senses the other’s presence as soon as he makes himself known. hell, said hatred didn’t even include whatever he was trying to say-- for when he speaks, it’s like breathing air into a FIRE; his words helped only to deepen his already endless dislike towards the other ( even if it wasn’t meant to be annoying ). albeit his rather OBVIOUS irritation, seen in the way jaw is clenched tight, seen in the way veins pop & in the way his frown deepens even further-- it was a taunting he’d ( unfortunately ) grown used to after centuries of being exposed to it. & that ? that he would’ve tolerated, if only for the sake of appearances, for the sake of keeping true to his word & respecting the HIERARCHY.

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