#kychma

WHAT COLOR ARE YOU?

yellow;;

you act, you move. you laugh and you conduct light with your bare hands and you are so, so sweet. honey comes from smoke, and so do you. your jaw clicks in and out of place when you smile, and you are a prop for other people's lives. you don't blame them. you don't think you know how.

TAGGED BY: @senpujin​

Hmmm, how does she approach this? Kagura tilts her head to the side in an attempt to appear ‘cute’ – although there’s a big blush that’s crossed her cheeks and she’s trying to stay composed. “Do you… want to… kiss?”

disillusionment arc

it's hard to imagine yourself when you were young. maybe you were meant to be a hero; maybe you could have been, in another world, but this world only made you sad. there seemed to be too many problems to fix and too much cruelty and too many hard lines that you did not know how to soften. the world turns and it is bloody and hard and you sit on your bed, thinking about the blood and the hardness and all you failed to do. i know it feels like you could sleep until the end of time, but i hope you don't. i hope you lift yourself out of bed one day, not to save the world, but to peel an orange and to walk in a forest; to find all the softness you could not create.

tagged by: yoinked it!

@kychma​ asked :  “😩🔄” your muse doesn’t want to go trick or treating

@kychma​ asked :  “Where should we set these up?”

                                ❝    HMMMM    .    .    .    ❞    sharp    nail    pressed    to    her    skin    when    a    single    digit    came    up    thoughtfully    in    her    musings    .    she    glanced    down    at    their    finished    pumpkins    before    turning    in    a    slow    circle    to    decide    .    ❝    we    have    so    much    going    on    already    up    here    as    well    as    coming    up    the    stairs    .    .    .    oh    !    we    don’t    have    anything    at    the    foot    of    the    stairs    where    people    passing    by    can    see    !    we    can    put    some    of    those    battery    powered    fake    candle    lights    in    there    for    safety    and    effect    .    ❞    

❛    i    think    i’ll    get    a    hamster    at    our    school    fair    today    !    ❜

Kikyou was uncertain how this would go. She faced demons, banshees and other types of supernatural creatures in her brief lifetime --and yet, the idea of returning to school filled her with a sense of unease and sorrow.  Can she be blamed for feeling this way?  For the last time she attended classes ,was during the early middle school years when her parents were still alive. Upon their passing, she withdrew from school in favour of being home schooled, as well as trained in the arts of spiritual combat and defence.

Being an early bloomer as well, she managed to secure a part time job to at least support her sister and herself. She did not feel comfortable relying on the charity of the nearest monastery. They were simple and humble folk to begin with. So as soon as she could, she began working, studying, training and finding the time to help her sister. 

That being said, she was already weary of the world and did not feel apart of it. That sensation died the same day as her parents, when her entire world came crashing down. It was only due to the continuous insistence of the monks, did she finally relent and registered for high school upon achieving the appropriate age. By this time, the second term was about to begin. 

Due to the diligence of the monks, Kikyou was not at any disadvantage school work wise. Even if she was, there was no doubt in their minds that she would catch up. Their only concern was..that perhaps they had waited too long to return her to school. And perhaps..they were right. Everything was loud and jarring to the young woman, even if she did not appear distressed. During the breaks between classes, she found herself internally overwhelmed by the amount of curious peers and their conversations. As pleasantly and politely as she could, she answered their questions or deflected accordingly. Her pseudo smile and brief conversations were enough to placate them.

Already irked by all the attention, Kikyou made a decision to find an isolated place to eat her snacks or lunch. She already had many offers by both males and females alike to show her around--but with a pulsating headache already, she declined gently. Besides, if she did discover a suitable place..she did not desire her classmates to know.