#lightflown

Normally , Black Swan prefers to avoid revealing too much of what exactly she knows — it sows the seeds of distrust , and this woman before her is someone dear bird feels compelled to offer nothing but sincerity . She can sense Jun's heart , how deeply it cares for the life around them .

Such should be protected . She carries a gift of light that is worthy of praise .

    Two and a half things about Sergei Dragunov.

    One: he does not suffer fools gladly.

    This is why he pays heed to the group of three teenage boys squatting on the side of the park path for longer than half a second. Whatever they are snickering about cannot be good. He keeps his footsteps light, demeanor casual, and grip on a bulging plastic bag tight to his chest, coming closer without alerting them to his presence. He peers between them. 

    A naked, pink thing writhes in the dirt. Saliva glistens on its bare skin. One of the boys snorts another load of loogie.

    Two: Dragunov likes birds.

    He grabs the boy by the back of his jacket and throws him back, sending him sliding on his ass on the pavement hard enough to pull his pants down. The others scramble to their feet, are about to say something insightful and poetic about Sergei's mother, but meet his gaze, a glare as sharp and frigid as glacier ice, and make their only good decision for the day. They run, their compatriot stumbling over his own trousers.

    Dragunov grunts. Beating them would only be a waste of his skills.

    Kneeling, he gingerly cups the hatchling. It's smaller than his thumb, eyes bulbous, black, and shut tight. The trees around him still have their leaves, orange and gold they may be. He can't see a nest.

𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐓 & 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘 | ( 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ) | ✲・*:･ﾟ

Wow... For a second she almost felt it. That sardonic forced breath of air escaping her throat. Slight amusement mangled with disbelief breaching apathy, stinging akin to acid striking her throat until in seconds again numbed by ice. — Cute.

❝Please... Anyone who doesn't have a reason to lie is either bluffing.. or is too stupid to realize they should.❞

And when it came to Jun Kazama - mystery incarnate, tales from Mishima mouths abound - even her wicked web of a mind could play nice enough to assume the former.

After all, behind closed doors one devil only ever spoke of his mother in regards to seldom sentiment or retribution. Akin to a folk tale of Grimm. One devil from the outside appeared to hold the woman sharing her image with a picture atop his desk so close as to suffocate any urge to speak of her at all.

One the killer, hand on her hip, dared think she might trust. The other, her current boss, who struck any shred of it's definition from his vocabulary.

❝Don't tell me I overestimated you.❞

| @lightflown | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

"You truly don't know? ….check what's trending on twitter."

❝ 私の父は死から蘇っていない。これは残酷な冗談で、あなたの喉仏に私のブーツを素早く、そして断固とした歯ぎしりで答えるだろう。

次に来るのは、私が世界を征服し、この愚かなA.I.を抹殺することだ。❞

My dad is not back from the dead , this is a cruel joke that will be answered with a swift and decisive crunch of my boot against your larynx .

    Tell him about it. When she was small and desperate for food, she would grab his fingers as he offered her pieces of rat. Even then she could break his skin, her claws as sharp as fish hooks, and she hung on until she had eaten her fill and liberally peppered him in rodent blo--

━━   ❝   𝐌𝐨𝐦?   ❞  Jin sounds both hopeful but also regretful as he’s become..something else. Far from the boy she had raised, though reformed there was still no escaping the sins of his past. His intentions were righteous but his method of carrying out his plans was anything but, and he knows that now. The end doesn’t always justify the means.

( lightflown. ) ––––– "Being a child of the summer solstice fits you." Jun offers her niece a mug of cool barley tea, refreshment against the heat. "Today is the longest stretch of daylight in the year, the beginning of summer; and you have that same radiance about you, Hana." She pauses to take a sup of her own tea. "I like to think that this light could herald new beginnings for all of us." She turns to look at Hanamaru with a more full, contemplative gaze. "I must confess, I'm not the best gift-giver in the world when it comes to material things, but I was hoping you could join me for a seasonal purification rite. One passed down in our family and performed at this time of year. I could teach you, if that is something you would like?"

❛ thank you, aunt jun. ❜ you give her your softest smile, taking tentative sips of the tea upon receiving it to relish in the taste. it dawned on you how much your aunt and mother truly favoured each other –– the more you learn about jun, the more you’ve realized why hitomi adored her so much, and honestly, you as well. ❛ it means alot . . . to hear that from you. I want to make a difference in the world, whether big or small. one of my wishes was fulfilled when I began to meet the rest of my family, I didn’t think it would go too far . . . but I realized instantly how wrong I was. ❜ you were so glad to be given the ability to bond with them, how they’ve accepted you, it warmed your heart immensely.