#midokai

                ❛   i    feel    like    to    throw    up    .         ❜         maybe    he    knows    ,    maybe    he    can    explain    to    them    this    disease    ,    because    whatever    it    is    ,    it's    nothing    he's    ever    heard    of    .    one    clawed    fist    grips    the    table    ,    like    he's    trying    to    balance    himself    .      ❛   does    it    .    .    .    i    don't    know    how    else    to    explain    it    .    do    you    know    .    .    .    what    i    mean    .    .    .    ?      ❜      /      @midokai         .

they were awfully active tonight. a little ... greedier than usual. a far more desperate palette for blood and flesh, evident in the way many of the demons out and about tonight were attempting to overcrowd taiyou; overwhelm him by the numbers. with the sounds of screeching, sharp growling, and eerie laughter shared between them in a foul symphony of the unholy. alas, when will they ever learn .... like moths to a flame, they welcome the embrace of their end if it meant their tongue got a taste of satiating their insatiable hunger. ( no different from wild beasts who are strung by pure instincts... or sinners who've embedded their knees during desperate prayers for redemption before staining themselves over and over again. ) it's why when one throws itself at him, taiyou simply laughs -- swinging his sword until it sliced them through the middle, spilling blood, guts, and foul flesh apart. adorning the once green grass with black and red blood.

it lasts for a good while -- perhaps hours of flesh being torn, blood spilling across formerly green canvas of grass, and taiyou snickering after their bodies fall one by one. after what seemed like the last of them fell ( head decapitated, twitching flesh beneath the foot of his boot ) taiyou allows himself a moment of respite to catch his breath. blade sticking to the ground to use the hilt for brief support, he leans against the weight of his sword as he rakes his hand through golden hair ... parts of his armor chipped, black gauntlets stained in red and painting his face with remnants of demonic ichor. he exhales, the cold air embracing his breath into a fog.

a rustle behind him; in a split second, taiyou's sword once stuck into the ground is THROWN into the direction of where he heard rustling -- struck into the trunk of a tree next to his target; oh. oh. amidst the daze of adrenaline, there's surprise briefly apparent in blue eyes when he sees an all too familiar lush of green hair and pretty face; @midokai. " hah .... " something breathless leaves him, exhaling with amusement now painting his smile as he registers who was just behind him. " ... well. i certainly wasn't expecting to see you all the way out here. "

that ... 'friend' of hikari's. ( was that even the right word ? ) that odd yet sweet little stranger that came into the cafe. when taiyou first met him, there wasn't much to think; pretty face, pretty smile ... seemingly 'normal'. except ... his instincts, in that moment, had flared up in a way that was all too familiar when being present in front of a demon the longer taiyou was present in front of him. how and why that came to be during that moment, taiyou didn't know or understand. but now .... the hunter makes his way over to the ' pretty boy ', allowing distance between them to shrink as his hand reaches up to take his sword out from the trunk of the tree it was struck through. " what's a pretty thing like you doing all the way out here ? "

     ❝     they’re not perfect,     ❞     not by a long shot because it’s been so long since he’s done anything to perfection,     now that the weight of the world is no longer crushing down on his ribcage     &     threatening to engulf him whole.     the smile that graces his features is sincere, a smidge bashful but the very essence of n whilst he holds up the newest of his creations since he’d first taken to sewing—     two plush animals, connected together via the magnets lodged within their forms     &     dangled by star keychain clasps.     (     a zorua     &     a mightyena.     the significance is clear.     )     ❝     but i felt it a necessity to personally make you something to take on your travels,     ❞     even though it’d proven to be far more strenuous of a task than he’d initially believed it to be     /     but it had needed to be done,     for eden,     regardless of the pain     &     suffering,     of all the accidental pricks of sewing needle     &     the nasty wounds the punctures had left ‘hind.     (     they’ll heal with time but he would have never forgiven himself if he’d allowed her to leave empty handed once again.     )     ❝     this way you can always take a part of me with you,     everywhere.     ❞

inbox call. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  they're not perfect.

                his WORDS caught her attention, and almost like instinct that the trailblazer's thought immediately wonder what could he be talking about. anything that came from him was nothing short of perfect in her eyes, or perhaps watching him and anything he did from her point of view had landed a different outcome ? not that eden would think otherwise if that was the case. liquid gold turned to face him, and upon his hands was, as she expected, the most adorable creations she had ever seen.

                for a moment, the TRAILBLAZER wondered if it was the gift he was holding or the smile that was presented on his face that caused her heart to do that skip of a beat. both, perhaps ? something about that genuine yet bashful curve of lips had made him shine all the more brighter in her gaze and should she not be stunned into staring in awe, her gloved hands would've lifted her phone to capture that moment so she could relive it time and time again.

                she wondered how long she was staring at him, only for her gaze to finally land upon the plush animals that were delicately crafted out for her. the two creatures, the familiar-looking zorua and the mightyena he had gifted her as her partner. the both of them captured within the small yet detailed work as her hand slowly opened to accept them. a sense of joyous warmth slowly found itself rising from within her chest, spreading gently but surely all over her frame at how much time and work he put into creating this for her.

                gloved fingertip tenderly nudged the heads of the pokemon, letting out an airy giggle at how they shifted within her hands. his words were taken in, every syllable of him wanting to give her something of his own making for her to take on her travel through the stars. aureate orbs moved from the adorable plushes towards his hands, and she saw the PAIN he endured to make this happen. some wounds and punctures were hidden behind bandages, and eden felt her eyes BURNING fiercely at the realization.

                with one hand carefully cradling the keychain he made, the other gently took his own to bring it to her lips.

                long lashes draped over the starlit hues, lips so adoringly placed one kiss after another to each of his fingertips. the very hands that crafted such a wonderful creations he deemed to not be perfect but to her ... " thank you ... they're perfect. " the soft murmur vibrated upon his finger as she continued, tracing any wounds she could catch with her lips as though she would be able to take away the pain. however, at the very same time, it was brimming with gratitude words could hardly capture. how could these hands take so much into it ? did he realize just how far she'd go just to return to feel the warmth of his hand again ?

                how she would willingly braved through WARS for these hands to hold her.

                love. love. love. she loves them. she loves him.

                calloused gloved fingers curled around his delicate ones, before guiding his hand to her chest. the way the STELLARON inside simply pulsed in the same rhythm of her heart, as though it was recognizing its owner coming into proximity. and it was true, was it not ? amber optics met his emerald orbs that would always manage to still and jumpstart her heart all at the same time.

                " a part of me will always stay here with you. you have my heart in your grasp. it is yours to do with. all of it. " another kiss to his hand, followed by a soft squeeze. " while it's incredibly selfish of me to ask after you went out of your way to give me something so precious — "