#lordfounder

send me   “ what am i?”    and my muse will describe yours in 3 words. 

@lordfounder sent: ❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜ - [ For Akaza ]

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Akaza did not know if the younger demon was serious or not. It was an open secret that most demons did not have their memories of when they were human, Kokushibo and Douma being some of the few exceptions.

"Unlike yourself, I do not have nor would I want the memories of my human life to answer that."

@lordfounder inquired:

"Let me see your face."

The Lord Founder's voice was soft, but his touch was softer still. A hand cupped Kotoha's chin, her head held up steady as Douma inspects her face.

"Hm.."

The unsightly purple bruises that marred her face had begun to fade, far too slowly for his liking. Yet the matter of her damaged eye still remained. He lingers, still as a statue, his expression obscured beneath a dark veil. 

His other hand gently dabs a cold washcloth against her swollen cheek. The water had been infused with small doses of his blood, enough to hasten her healing.

"You poor thing." His voice lowered to a whisper, drawing forth another icy breath from his chest.  "You can breathe easy, that man will not hurt you anymore. You have my word."

[For Kotoha, set during the first couple of days at Eternal Paradise.]

⁕| Unprompted |⁕

Kotoha had never been one to put too much faith in the gods, but neither did she refute them. She was a young woman who always fell through the cracks, just out of reach from their gazes. But if she had to imagine what a god would look like… It would be him. Tall with a strong figure that would be imposing if he weren’t so gentle. A veil covering his face, creating an image of anonymity—not that she would be able to make out his complexion anyway in her current state.

For all Kotoha knew, he could be a god amongst mortals. Or…maybe he was just an enlightened man. Maybe enlightened men were different…maybe they don’t yell or hit…

Kotoha felt a cool hand gently touch her chin, causing the young woman to flinch just slightly at the contact. She still wasn’t used to soft touch… Usually, any sort of contact was just a prelude to getting hurt. And she couldn’t see well enough to tell if an attack was coming. But she was safe here. No one would hurt her, so she willed herself to relax…to try and relearn how to live peacefully.

She exhaled slowly as she felt something cool and wet against her cheek—no doubt a rag. Kotoha didn’t know anything about how temples like these were run, but she assumed a ‘Lord Founder’ would be above taking care of new additions… Wasn’t there someone else who could dab her face like this? Wasn’t the Lord Founder’s time too precious to waste on her?

" He… He must be angry at me… " she whispered as she lowered her gaze. Her voice was soft and surprisingly clear despite the grotesque bruising of her otherwise pale skin. It seemed she somehow managed to avoid getting her throat damaged. Still, the idea of speaking too loud was frightening. " I’m sorry… You’ve been so kind to me, but I… He’s just going to find me here… " He always found her. She should leave before he caused any trouble for the temple and its occupants…

@lordfounder // ( unprompted -> accepting ) Okay. Maybe he didn't think this prank all the way through. Did it count as a misuse of his blood art if he created a legion of ice bunnies and released them upon his fellow Kizuki? Maybe. Nevertheless, a thousand ice bunnies now reside in Kokushibo's quarters....

It was quiet, almost eerily so. It was the ideal condition in his mind, and certainly their master's. So it is in this moment of silence he finds himself settled on a cushion, only dimly illuminated by a two lanterns on opposing sides. Six eyes were fluttered shut as he allowed his mind to slip into a meditative state. Hands move to rest upon his legs as he let his posture slip. Allowing tense muscles to relax and find a level of release.

But it would be all for naught.

The first bunny slipped in unnoticed. ( Well... Rather, unacknowledged. ) The second, and then the third forced a twitch in his brow. And before it his eyes could even open again, the room was swarmed in several rabbits. Blocking out the light and wreaking havoc among the few items he did retain in his space.

There is no need to ask. It's clear just who their creator was.

"I WONT HESITATE B I T C H ! ! !"

"Frost, creeping in from the corners of my vision and spreading, looking like it's on glass." He wasn't sure why the more powerful demon had decided to ask, but he had said he would tell people what he saw when they spoke, so here he was.