#nihilara

SNIFF CHECK, SNIFF CHECK, SNIFF CHECK!! // accepting.

not all those who are immortal are divine. leandros learned that when he met valdemaras, who treated his inability to die as a curse and a plague, and it was something that stuck with him. sometimes, immortality was a burden, not a gift.

this miserable-looking man, who smelled of cat hair and rain water, certainly attested to that. his scent intermixes with his inhuman nature--tired, worn-out, ancient. a little like encountering a god from times of old, albeit, one that wants to just hide away from the world and disappear.

" so you are prepared for the amount of public appearances you will be making with me? the joint business decisions? paparazzi eliminating any sense of privacy you have had thus far? constant and unpleasant scrutiny from the general population? "

" it is difficult to maintain my true form for long .... on certain days, this is the most i can muster without overexerting myself. " with a roll of his sleeves, he exposes the bare expanse of his arm -- and with shift among his skin, it's slowly replaced by scales reminiscent of certain reptiles. ( specifically, a dragon's. ) the muscles on his arm flex slightly to make the scales return to their human skin. " i ... don't like to show these traits often. i understand that they may frighten some people. "

kuro being the one and only person that the fox allows to even come near her tails━━━let alone touch them & groom them. her, becoming sleepy and nearly dozing off as the comb runs through her precious, shimmery tails, because she feels so completely safe and at ease in his presence. there are no alarm bells ringing in the back of her mind, keeping her on edge as there typically is when others close in on her tails. just silence, comfortable silence.

ahri humming old hymns long - forgotten to the sands of time, now only filed away in the depths of her memory and brought to life in moments of serenity; as in while kuro brushes her hair, running his fingers through it's inky length, grazing over and around her ears and sending tingles down her back.

ahri melting into him with each kiss pressed against rosy cheeks━━━and listening with wonder and amazement to each of his tales. they've both been through so much and seen so much in their infinite years, yet their experiences are so vastly different & she cannot help but immerse herself in the sound of his slow, soft voice recalling his own journeys.

a sense of familiarity and closeness that is only formed with one who understands you on a level so few do permeates the air between them. two hearts, two souls listlessly floating along the lazy river that is time. watching the world pass them by, hand in hand.

✉     ⸻     unprompted. send by, @nihilara

Of course he couldn't say no to Robin. Kuro had told her he'd do it, he'd help her and her brother. And... so far he'd been good company. Odd, quiet, didn't ask for much. Mimi didn't have a problem with him either, and he didn't take up much space. Though it had put Kuro's bounty hunting to a standstill. Doing his very best to not draw any attention to him and his passenger. " I wasn't told you had any allergies. " setting a bowl down in front of sunday. Soup of some kind, with vegetables and noodles. " And I realize I hadn't really thought to ask so, I've been playing it a bit safe. " a bottle is set next to the bowl then, the drink is probably from a vending machine somewhere. A stark contrast to the meal Kuro had made from scratch. " That said, you're welcome to ask for something specific. I'm not very picky, and I like to cook. "

                      he had never imagined he would make it this far after his fall.  a part of him had accepted that moment as his end,  prepared to perish even though the thought of leaving robin alone weighed heavily on him.  it brought him profound grief to consider abandoning his younger sister,  but he had faith in her resilience.  robin,  he believed,  would be alright  —  she always had been.  

                      so,  when he was rescued,  it left him uncertain,  grappling with conflicting emotions.  he appreciated the aid,  of course,  but he couldn't fully grasp what to do with himself now.  kuro and mimi's company was not unwelcome,  but their lifestyle  —  and by extension,  the one he was now forced to adopt as a fugitive  —  was far removed from anything he had ever known.  it left him adrift,  his days largely consumed by reflection and the daunting question of what lay ahead.  for the first time in a long while,  sunday felt lost.  

                      during a moment of introspective,  his thoughts were interrupted.  a bowl of steaming soup appeared before him,  placed with casual care.  he blinked,  momentarily startled,  before lowering his gaze to the dish.   ❝   ...  it looks good,   ❞   he admitted softly,  his quiet tone betraying the low rumble of hunger in his stomach.  embarrassing as it was,  he couldn't deny it.   ❝   i don't have any allergies,  at least not that i know of.   ❞   he added,  somewhat awkwardly.  his preferences tended towards the selective,  but in current circumstances he understood he couldn't afford to be picky. 

                      resigned,  he gave the meal a try  —  and found himself pleasantly surprised.  the flavors were simple yet satisfying,  and he realized just how hungry he had truly been.  his voice carrying a genuine appreciation.   ❝   you're a good cook,  it tastes delicious.   ❞   

                      as he ate,  the silence stretched comfortably until kuro,  having lingered nearby,  began to step away.  before the other could fully depart,  sunday looked up,  his golden eyes catching the other's attention.   ❝   kuro,   ❞   he said,  his voice firm,  but not sharp.  there was a pause as sunday allowed a rare,  sincere gratitude to show in his tone.   ❝   thank you for this meal.   ❞    

                      still,  he wished this farce would end quickly,  that they would grant him the final release he now quietly desired.  there would be no fair trial,  of that he was certain. 

sunday: i’m gonna need a human skull and i can't have you ask any questions why. kuro: only if you also don't ask why kuro: *pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* take your pick. sunday: kuro: sunday: this one is fine sunday: i learned some very valuable lessons from this. kuro: i’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. sunday: death isn’t real, and i’m basically god.