#moonescent

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"Understandable." It seems like Atieno is allowing Hinata to go through the motions of wrapping their wrist in medical gauze. The sprain is something they barely register as a thing and honestly, it's a bigger concern to their friend than to the entity themself. But it had been a bit of an awkward fall, so if allowing their friend to show some care in this fashion is what it took, so be it.

Hinata may notice that the wound is barely a wound, just a rip showing the more cosmic, starry nature that is Atieno's true self beyond their appearance. A hint at there being so much more than they would initially let on.

Atieno themself does notice the twinge of a frown that appears on Hinata's face, making them wonder if it's out of worry or something else.

The question about making them feel unimportant is.. something that makes Ati pause. They look down and back at Hinata.

"I mean.. you have your own life, your concerns.. I get why they would take precedence for you. I don't.. I don't think you've made me feel unimportant. "

Ati knew that their celestial importance couldn't really mean much to most individuals that they encountered, they figured Hinata was no exception to that expectation. So it's hard for them to actually respond to this.

They shake their head.

@moonescent | continued from here.

𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙅𝘼𝙍 𝘼𝙎 𝙄𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍. a sigh rolls past his lips. today was supposed to be for inventory. but clearly he'd forgotten to lock the damn door when he came in this morning. it's nearing noon and only a third of the store was accounted for. he'd stopped to take a break and get some lunch before he passed out from hunger pains. it's then he see's hinata, a woman who he'd seen here more than once, a regular. despite that, cyrus had never held much of a conversation with her prior to now. clearly she is remorseful and hell, this entire inventory thing was boring him to tears.

❛ s' okay. don't fuss over it. ❜ moving behind the counter he grabs a hand held brush and dust pan, sweeping up the contents into the pan. he dumped them, grabbing the remaining jar. there is more where that came from. alice prefers not to sell spilled or opened containers. the unused product will not go to waste though, that she always makes sure.

❛ let me grab you another jar . . . ❜ he turns his back to her, a pause following. ❛ i didn't lock the door this morning so, it's my bad. i was just about to . . . take a lunch break though. so, i can check you out. ❜

❚❙⋮ 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝑜𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒, 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓊𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔.

It may be a common assumption that Karin is incapable of empathy, especially that which contributes to kindness, and all the daughters of kindness that followーbut such a thought is wholly a misconception, and an entirely cruel one too. Karin overflows with compassion, is drowned by a deluge of empathy, her emotions often far too much to bear and thus are imprisoned deep in her psyche, and, for a precious few, her fondness for them, too, is overflowing. Hinata is one of the few who deserve Karin’s softness, her little tendernesses; while it is hard to be considered ❛close❜, both in that she evades putting such a label on a relationship without the other’s confirmation, and that she evades intimacy as a general philosophyーit would be foolish to assume that someone whose heart can be easily won over by goodness would not have some large degree of appreciation for Hinata Hyuga.

Here she is: the red-haired menace, a wretch of a woman, thoroughly martyristic and vicious in equal measures; she who loathes more than she loves, who has killed not out of honour nor duty for a country but a duty unto herself, who has, at times, savoured the sadism that entwines itself in her heart... here she is, and she is softening at Hinata’s nervousness, all the hard, sharp edges of her face dimming until she is selenic in nature. Lids strikingly painted with eyeliner lower until her eyes have settled into blood half-moons, smiling with her eyes while the witchery of her painted mouth remains neutral, but softer still, capturing the golden hour within the gloss. 

Her mouth is light, and her nature is light, too; all of this is in response to the sheer goodness of Hinata’s own heart. Her chakra radiates at a quality purer than even Naruto’s, whose, at the time they had first been in each other’s company, had been marred by demonic presence. Not Hinata, whose chakra was rich and suffused with all the warmth of late Summer, where the air is forgiving and the skies are bright, and the sunlight is gentle on one’s skin. She carries about her the scent of lavender and lilac, and all the loveliness of them too. Karin may be cruel, but she could never be cruel to one whose heart is unrepentently, determinedly kind. Even in a moment of vulnerability such as apologising for one’s own speech.

(She remembers her time of apologising for her own; such a demeaning practise...)

Quiet foot steps padded to the back of the church where the four statues of the Saints rested. Seteth often visited when he was in contemplation and for the most part, no one bothered him here. It was a sanctuary within sanctuary. 

Of course, there were times he found students here. Not often praying but rather here to complete their duties in keeping the statues polished. As now when he found Hinata here. 

I’m loving all your headcanons!

you watch:  all you can do is watch  (  their backs  /  their flight  /  that single-minded purpose you cannot match  ).  the flame engulfs,  the lightning strikes,  and  YOU;  twisting in the wind,  waiting,  waiting  for the chance to take the leap.  what holds you back?  you watch,  and you  LONG,  and you wait until the gulf has widened past impossible means       for all you try,  you’ll never meet their measure.  vengeance  /  admiration,  revenge  /  family:  the boxes ticked,  the ballots filled  (  what else is there for you to do,  but care?  )  

this is your measure:  past the strength,  earned on bleeding  /  bruised  /  broken knuckles,  past the sleepless nights,  the halcyon days that teeter on the precipice of war.   BLEEDING HEART,  broken girl  (  you watched one leave  /  you watched the other  break  ),  not yet  defeated.  one day,  your reach will stretch upon the  DIVINE:  today,  all you can do is  care.

❝  watch where you’re going ---  ❞   an unlit cigarette bounces with mumbled english.   eyes lazily drift up from the screen ,   the inevitable decrescendo of the game telling him that he had  died.   try again ?   

@moonescent said:  “No! Don’t leave me, I don’t want to be alone!“

hinata’s soft eyed, voice cracking desperation draws her back in an instant. instinctive, body moving on it’s own until she’s crouched beside her, hands out and uncertain. sakura, quite honestly, doesn’t know what to do when presented with the pain of others. she knows how to heal wounds, set broken bones, pull poison from the body --- but the ease the suffering of a heart? how could she ever, her own hung out on a laundry line, soaking wet and never getting drier no matter how much she wrings it out for the sake of others. 

she sits, then, and frowns. hinata is not someone who should have to beg someone to be by her side, of all those in the world to ache and bleed it shouldn’t be her. gentle as a morning bloom, spirit bright and gentle in a world that encouraged sharp edges. “it’s alright,” sakura tries to sooth, the frown turning into a smile to try and assure her. give her an anchor to hold onto. she reaches, fingers running along hinata’s hand before curling around and squeezing.