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© Ukiyoe Onao   

     little brother kind carries sticks and stones across back, scarred boy buried bent beneath branded dirt and hurdling over tremendous mountaintop passages placed treacherously – destined to fall, destined to break, destined to be beneath weight of mud mired vestiges and nothing more. today had been hard, back breaking bones and knuckles chapped from cold winds lashing tongue as he fixed himself in ranks seen yet unheard.      his comfort blanket laid upon cold deadened mat, a prison sentence laid out for them to suffer through as they laid there. he used his eye to watch her, to check for breathing, as anxiety crept up his neck; every night, every day, he had to check to make sure they were not dead. so cruel an evening, where he cannot even find himself to wake her for her comfort; big sister kind lay tired and worn, while little brother crackling watched with eye not yet used to it’s abandonment.     slipping into unconscious action, he took steps to her side and curled himself against her warmth. he took scarred hands into his own damaged goods, cradling it to bring cold ill-circulated beating back to life and warmth. no blanket, no heat source, he shivers and closes his eyes.     breaking little brother cracked holds sister dearests hands as he places the wood of his broken heart into fireplace, lighting fire for warmth as he drifts into his own dreams which are black.

         he  hears  her  words  like  siren  song , twirling  eyes  looking  her  over  for  moments  time  before  balancing  themselves  against  bland  empty  counter top . what  a  light  conversation , hinted  with  blood  droplets  coating  his  view  as  an  itch  unseen  coaxes  it’s  way  to  chest . breath  quickens  pace , and  his  fingers  grab  for  anything , anything , anything …          death’s  darkling  dancing  fumbles  for  comfort , bottle  his  instant  ally  in  this  most  light  hearted  topic . he  pours  a  glass , and  another , and another , until  the  edge  has  been  removed  from  his  dying  heart  and  the  sun  inside  of  him  sated  from  it’s  heated  fury  eclipsing .        “    i  don’t  know ,    “     he  lies , tongue  dipped  in  molten  silver  searing  his  flesh  and  watering  his  eyes .      “     never  been  in  love , never  had  a  valentines  day . maybe  a  sex  toy ?    “     ///    @kinkind

Shiro & Onao

"     i  think  about  dying  a  lot . not  as  a warning , but  as  a  luminescent  exit  sign  in  a  theater  that's  playing  a  show  that's  not  too bad , but  not  great either . the  characters  are  good , and they are  bad --  the  story  is  always  painful . it  constantly  beguiles  me  into  thinking  things  are  good , when  in fact  they  are  not . it's  just  there , waiting  for  me  to  see  the  end , or  end  it  myself .     "

Their first impression: Probably indifference of some sort?? I imagine Abi first finds Onao while conducting a joint search for other underground elite clans and what-not. Being from Ame as well, Abi probably leads such investigation even though it may cause her some discomfort. In doing so, she also has a small understanding for Onao since she is aware of caste systems and powerful clans in Ame such as the Ukiyoe as well as how underground markets and societies flourished in the land. Despite this, I feel like that small understanding allows Abi to feel some indifference and perhaps even mercy fo her.Their current impression: Although she’s careful not to disclose any private information with Onao, Abi feels very relaxed around her and would visit her on minimal ocassions to see how she is doing. Especially if she gets to see cute little Dai and bring him gifts or play with him i cr yWhat they like the most about your muse: Although Abi does not agree with her moral standards, as far as her killing and deeds without hesitation go, she admires the capacity at which Onao speaks with truth and continues to allow herself such freedom of her own being despite the forces of the world around her. She also deeply admires how she has put up with the society in which she grew up in, since we all know that Ame can be very toxic to people.What they dislike the most about your muse: Again, Abi doesn’t necessarily agree with her deeds and the nonexistent of mercy in such actions, but she won’t pluck a flower simply for it’s flaws. Instead, she instigates a matter of feigned ignorance and does not dwell too much on it, although she possibly makes it clear that she will not be able to completely shield her from the government she works under. (then again, once Dai is born she probably tries to protect her simply for that reason)What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): Ocassional aquantinces, I imagine, though maybe less. Obviously they are not the best of friends but Abi is willing to overlook what she doesn’t particularily like about Onao to focus on the kindness she holds. and Dai ok just shoot meA general opinion of their relationship: Not much, honestly. Very vague and almost nonexistent but not total strangers maybe.If applicable, something they wish to reveal: I will not always surrender my will to lie on your behalf nor will I show mercy simply for the understanding between us. But I will protect you for the good of Dai, and only for that reason. Shiro not included in package deal oo p s