#mxtalqueen

     The back of her skull sank slowly into the wall of pillows propped against the headboard. How many nights had she spent since recovering, staring up at the ceiling in the dark? Whilst her hands memorized the hilt of her blade, her arms and legs were willowy and frail. Bedridden, there was nothing to do but stare upwards, as though pleading some higher being to take her back. Enveloping the young master in her arms, impalement. She could feel his warmth, feel the sting with each pierce that shredded through the skin on her back. Although the scene was artificial, psychological, she could still feel it. Her mind seemed to convince her body that she was incapable of walking, of moving. Reliance on the nurses, those who skirted her room... she loathed it. How many years had it taken, to obtain her strength? All of that effort had been wrenched away, she was rendered powerless.

{      Perhaps this is my punishment...        Death is an escape. A way out.        }

Black moons resided on the pale skin beneath her eyes, becoming fuller with each sleepless night she faced. To open her eyes after facing death, to most, was a miracle. However, awakening to realize that she and her classmates had been responsible all along for their strife... 'twas almost too much. If she did benefit from the situation at all, it was... perhaps, through the fact that she no longer misunderstood Fuyuhiko. He'd changed, he became the man she had always envisioned him becoming. They were still rifted, given the way they behaved when lured by despair's strings. Things they had done to others, to each other... and facing the fact that the Kuzuryuu family rested in the ashes of their tarnished world. There shouldn't have been anymore reason for her to be afraid, for her to try and act as though she were human... 

{ ...Right? }

Peko's thoughts carried her to far off destinations, steering away from thoughts of sleep, of succumbing to the nightmares that readily awaited her. Her door made a noisy whine as it sailed open, prompting her to lift her head slightly, angling her neck as to see who was entering at this time of night. Florescent light from the hallway leaked inside her sterile room, the silhouette of a girl with twin horns on her head limped in.

Some might humor the idea that a monster or demon was on its' way in to take her to hell. However, she knew well who this person was. Ibuki Mioda. Roomed across the hall, they had the opportunity to speak to each other a few times before. In fact, it was at a point where the former musician would sneak in on a nightly basis, seeking midnight conversations. Whilst Peko never had much to say, she didn't mind listening to the other girl speak. It was a distraction from the toxic prison her mind had become. 

"Mioda?"

For a kiss where there is a pulse

To love is to be human.

While love could be as wounding and dangerous as a dive towards a ledge decorated with sharp, jagged rocks— a life devoid of it whisked everything else away with it. Happiness, satisfaction, warmth, excitement.

The absence of love spawned violence, agents of despair.

They were different— a cliched day and night contrast woven into two separate people. Ibuki could make hundreds of facial expressions without a single calculating thought. Peko could make a variety of four different, heavily controlled and somewhat discomforted expressions. Ibuki poured her soul and identity out— sharing herself with others in search of acceptance and love. Peko kept herself locked away, having long before convinced herself that tools like her were undeserving of love.

However different, their loneliness seemed to have brought them together. Tired after having awakened from a certain death, to be brought back into a world where neither of them had received any love. While nightmarish— misery tasted so much sweeter with company. Ibuki’s room was across the hall from Peko’s. A crutch grasped tightly in her fingers, she stumbled her way in whenever nurses weren’t skirting her room like hawks.

Paralyzed, all Peko could do was lie back when the former musician visited. At first, she made idle, comical chat. And then she began delving deeper into what had happened to her— how horrible it felt that she wasn’t accepted.

A girl who thought herself akin to an object didn’t say much. So she simply listened. Without the ability to move her limbs or wield her sword, she hadn’t anything much better to occupy herself with. And after a while, she didn’t really mind Ibuki’s visits. In fact, she began looking forward to them. She was a ray of light in the darkness, someone she could strive towards recovery for.

And… that was all Ibuki really needed.

Someone to listen.

Ibuki climbed into bed with Peko on one rainy afternoon. Cozying next to her, pulling them together for warmth. Curiously, Ibuki dipped her head down and hovered her lips over the kendoka’s neck, garnering a small sound of shock. The horned girl felt the tickling sensation of a smile sparking at her lips— satisfied with pulling a reaction from the usually stoic girl. She neared the arteries in her throat, where her skin pulsed rhythmically. And then she whispered softly,

"Ibuki can hear Peko-chan’s heartbeat."

She pressed her lips lightly against her skin. And then she held herself up on an elbow, brushing long, tangling silver bangs from Peko’s eyes.

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Opinion on;

Character in general: Eeeee they’reee both so great I can’t even go on enough~ Ibuki is so amazing and I love her and her lines and the depth that goes into her character. <333 She’s a character I love to research and I salute all who play her yes~How they play them: After we discussed headcanons and things, I absolutely love the research that the mun puts into headcanons and how much depth is explored in posts. It’s a unique, need side of Ibuki, seeing her post-coma and all. c: I adore the portrayal~ Really cool characterization and I’m looking forward to seeing more!The Mun: Super nice and conversational! ^o^ We can just dive into headcanon conversations and go paragraphs at a time on certain subjects, even if we’ve just started talking recently. It’s a lot of fun and I’m looking forward to interacting and chatting more in the near future!! <3 

Do I:

RP with them: Yes yes yes! Want to RP with them: Mhm! <3

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Very fun and cool mun to interact with and a very in-depth take on Ibuki’s character~ <3

texts to; ibuki mioda

Send ⁇ for a worried text

...You needn’t force yourself to smile if there’s something bothering you. I am not particularly skilled when it comes to dealing with other people... but I am willing to listen.

Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

I... can’t sleep. Sonia leant me a few movies and... well, aside from the nights I spent with Bocchan, I’ve never had a sleepover before. Perhaps we could...