#kyousei

the words were spoke softly, faintly even. though from who spoke them was known without even turning to look, a chuckle rose from his chest warmly. " it's about time you asked, though three songs in must be a record i think. " helbram spoke while turning to face harelquin, slowly he raised a hand to slip into the one that was stiff in offer. palm in palm , helbram led his dance partner to where others twirled themselves.

bright orange eyes settled on king's, a hand gracefully swept across before him and laid upon his waist. a bow then, string of hair wisped from where it was gently tucked away. harlequin had done the same in return, his cheeks were a soft rosy color. helbram found it rather amusing still now, their hands intertwined and helbram stepped close. their chests gently bumped as harlequin began to lead them, and a smile crossed his face quickly, where a rosy hue dashed across his cheeks.

FOR  WEEKS  NOW  HE'S  BEEN  WATCHING  HER.     every night he follows his nose to find her,  her scent so soft,  so gently floral  —  it's unlike anything he's ever smelled in his life,  almost  intoxicating.     why eludes him.     he's never known any humans,  never cared to get involved with them aside from  eating  them ... so what makes her that much different?     what is it that's drawn him to her so strongly that he can't help but try to learn more about her?

who is she?    she's a mere  kakushi,   one of the corps' footmen in the field for slayers to walk on ... but she has so much power over the fourth most dangerous demon in the entire country.

her home is quaint,  a small & rustic thing really.     somehow it suits her,  an equally delicate thing in her floral—print yukata,  looking so at home on her engawa as she lights a stick of wisteria incense   (  as if something so trivial could drive him away  ).     the demon is content to study her from the foliage,  watching her fragile hands shake slightly as she attempts to strike another match,  knowing that she cannot detect his presence unless he  wants  her to.

then it happens.

@kyousei​ asked:  They have kissed eight times. Giyuu knows this because the first was, well, the first, and the following five were a disaster. Kyojuro's overabundance of enthusiasm and lack of skill made for intense, teeth crushing kisses that left Giyuu's mouth sore. And though he had tried the two times after to guide Kyojuro into a more practiced kiss (without judgement. Not everyone had as much... experience as Giyuu in this department), this ninth and present kiss was... Frankly, it was breathtaking. Even Giyuu needs to catch his breath when Kyojuro pulls away with a grin. He can feel his cheeks heated to a shade of dusty pink and he stupidly touches his lower lip like a love-sick teenager who had just shared their first kiss with someone. — But... Kyojuro? The one who, just recently, was still fumbling and clumsy every time their mouths came together? Giyuu felt a small pit of dread pool into his stomach. "Where did you... learn that?" he finally asks, tentative and breathy.

Tengen was such a good friend. There had been zero judgement from the other man when Kyojuro had come to him for advice, and had left with several things written down and instructions to practice with whatever he could find... though admittedly Tengen had attempted to get Kyojuro to actually practice on him, it had been turned down quickly. Doing so simply didn’t feel right ... and quite frankly, Kyojuro didn’t want to do anything of the sort when the idea of it didn’t send butterflies soaring through his body. He was so new to this yet, but ... he couldn’t imagine not feeling this way at the mere idea of being able to be with Giyuu... and the thought of kissing him? In getting it right ... Kyojuro just hoped that it would make the man feel the same way. 

And he got his chance a couple short days later. Seeing Giyuu, he couldn’t help but radiate joy as he approached, taking Giyuu’s face in a tender hold before pressing a kiss to his lips ... this time there was no clacking of teeth, no awkward adjustments after their noses bumped... oh no. This one ... this one rocked even Kyojuro’s world. Stirring a feeling deep in his stomach that made him almost regret pulling away. Letting his touch linger a moment longer, just enough to allow the pad of his thumb to brush against Giyuu’s cheek bone, Kyojuro smiled brightly, deeply proud of himself as he watched the shock cross the hashira’s features... 

He did that. 

And then the question came. A small choked noise came from the former pillar, his smile in place as his eyes remained staring unblinkingly ahead as he processed the rush of sheer embarrassment at the idea of having to answer it. A deep blush rose to his features as he tried to think of a way to get out of it, his hand coming up to cover his mouth, other hand resting at the elbow to keep it prepped up... could a hole just appear now and swallow him up. 

@kyousei​ ; genya //

Genya is supposed to see the Insect Hashira for his weekly checkup, and despite how hard he tries to keep a mean face the moment she lays eyes on him he is reduced to.. well. It's not pretty. This is where he is now, sitting on an exam chair with sweat beginning to bead on his hot face and clammy palms gripping the armrests like his life depended on it. Save him.

it was so interesting-- a slayer capable of consuming demons and turning that ability against them. in her own time, the hashira hadn’t seen such a concept in reality. surely he wouldn’t have been the first, but at this time it sure seemed like he was the only one. however, it was routine at this point, surely he’d be use to coming in to be examined by at least one of the girls by now-- right?

@kyousei​   //   Humans are fragile, weak creatures, Kokushibo thinks, bandages knotted at the boy's missing limb to stop the bleeding. There is nothing Muichiro can do, and Upper Moon One intends to keep it that way. "It takes some time... to turn powerful Slayers... but I know that you... will exceed my expectations... my descendant."

dammit.  dammit.  dammit.   DAMMIT.

the words ran on repeat through his brain again & again.  dread consumed every inch of his body just standing near the upper moon. never had a demon made his body feel weighted, as though his gaze alone would turn him to stone if he stared too long. yet, with his body slumped against the wood beam & the demon looming-- there was no where else to look.

even with the marks painted across his skin,  it hurt. if it hurt like this, the idea of the pain without them was unthinkable. with his own blade rammed deep into his chest, the hand that now laid across the floor in a pool of his own blood. eyes forcing themselves away from the demon to the hand  &  then to the blade. his hand twitching as the desire to grab the hilt & strike at close range.

‘  our blood has long since severed, ‘   NOTHING bound them at this point.  they were closer to strangers than family.  he would never accept the demon  &  himself as one of the same.   ‘  we are not family,  ‘   his name was forgotten to the ravages of time,  as deserved.  ‘  a demon doesn’t have a place in the family. ‘

his words oozed with venom as he spat at the beast who so carefully tended to the wounds he created.  if the panic hadn’t set in, it wouldn’t be much longer.   his desires to transform the hashira whether he willed it or not would unfurl if he didn’t move.  the ever changing landscape of the building made someone else coming in all the more unlikely. 

his heart threatened to burst from the confines of his chest as pain mixed with anger.  an anger that mixed with fear.  disgust & shame not just at his short comings when dealing with the upper moon but,  the truth set upon him.  no matter how distant,  no matter how much denial--  he was descended from the man once known as michikatsu tsugikuni.

“... Why would I take the blue nurse up a tree? Is this some new kinda training?”