Your muse walks in on mine in the bathtub, covered in wounds. Send “Bandages” for my muses reaction to yours pulling them out of the tub and beginning to bandage their wounds.

“Ow, ow - Kouji! Careful...”

He wanted to chide his brother, but the words effectively died on his lips at the lost puppy dog look Kouji gave him. Kouichi was weak to those icy eyes, trying to stay strong but so deeply hurt. As if Kouichi’s wounds were Kouji’s own - only on the inside. Or something poetic along those lines.

Kouichi couldn’t stare for long and instead turned his head away from the bright light that was his brother. He bit his lip against every ache as Kouji wrapped him up - the wounds mostly residing around his chest. And here he was feeling stupid for getting caught like this...

Send me “Date?” and I’ll answer…@risinglightwarrior

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[x] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[x] Platonic Date

[ ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[x] Movies  • [ ] Romantic Comedy  • [x] Adventure Movie  • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  • [ ] Horror  • [ ] Drama  • [ ] Buddy Movie  • [x] Science Fiction

[x] Restaurant  • [ ] Expensive/High Class  • [x] Small and familiar  • [x] Fast Food

[x] Nature • [x] Beach • [x] Park • [x] Forest     • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[x] Staying at home • [x] Watching movies • [x] Playing Video Games • [x] Reading

[x] Hiking

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better

[x] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

Send “It’s okay,” for my muse to react to yours wrapping their arms them and telling them this. @risinglightwarrior

Kouichi hunched into his twin, shivering as shadows sprouted around to offer its comfort. But despite the welcome of Kouji’s arms and his spirit’s element, tears trailed over the dark warrior’s cheeks like ink, blackening and blackening...

Kouichi couldn’t say what happened; he couldn’t speak, revealed to his brother as brokenhearted and weak. Kouji of course didn’t need the elder to say anything to wrap his sibling close and whisper reassurances akin to the way he’d called Kouichi from death, his words consoling and sweet.

But the older brother felt like he wanted to die; betrayal working a knot into his bones until he was swallowed up. The jealous rage made him unable to breath, and should his emotions corrupt the Spirits once more, Duskmon might hold the power enough to destroy the world. Or at least he now had a reason.

@risinglightwarrior : send for your muse to comfort mine

Kouichi was curled in the messy shadows of his bedroom, arms hugging ‘round his legs with his knees drawn up under his chin and a cloud overcoming him. The warrior hated to feel this way; succumbing to pity and wallowing in misery, out of sight of anyone else. Because Kouichi wanted just as badly as his loved ones wanted for him to be able to enjoy this life to its fullest especially in thanks to the miracle that brought him back for a second chance...

But there was no life without ups and downs; like a heartbeat monitor, to be stagnant was to die. Now just happened to be one of those times when Kouichi was so low that the darkness seemed vast and great within himself and he was overrun with emotion. The Dark Ocean, that evil place, threatening to swallow him and everyone around him up; so he hid himself away and alone.

Usually Kouichi was strong enough and could rely on his friends, his brother, and his spirits to fight with him and prove to himself if not others that darkness could be good and was necessary... but now the twin’s utter weakness was showed in the form of falling into a pit of despair.

From which he was deftly pulled up by his brother’s strong arms lifting him and wrapping around his shoulders, head tucking in close to his own so their words of whispered promises were private enough for him alone. Everything that Kouichi could ever ask for, which he didn’t usually ask for much, Kouji spoke like he read every wish his heart had ever desired right out of a book.

@risinglightwarrior

Lopmon was picking flowers for Salamon when he sensed the Light. He knew the presence of all the Legendary warriors, even if he didn’t always know their names, each one sent a unique feeling through him, sensations that weren’t easy to explain. This one, the Warrior of Light, felt like a warmth deep inside, comfortable and reassuring.

But at the same time, Lopmon always felt a little on edge around this warrior, and the Warrior of Fire. He knew in his previous life, those two had been the ones that defeated and purified him, a necessary step in saving the world as a whole, but still it wasn’t easy facing those two. Although whether it was an innate fear of a child meeting his former murderers or simply shame from knowing what he’d done to force them to those measures, Lompon wasn’t even sure himself.

 Kouichi lay sprawled upon his brother’s bed, waiting for the twin’s return. Or more accurately, he had fallen asleep and was only now starting to wake, throwing an arm over his eyes so the light, though feint, didn’t fall onto his face.

geopardmon:

Loud purring could be heard deep in the child-like cat’s throat.

“I’ve heard about you! Nice to m-meet you!”

The cat then looked at Kouichi, “Does he not know about us th-then?”

“Nice to meet you too,” his expression softened when he sensed this was more Lowemon than Duskmon, until his brother’s words caught up to him and he shot Kouichi a look. “What. Is a Nacht?” he asked, protective instinct rising up in his chest.

“No,” Kouichi carefully shushed Geopardmon, petting their purring head. “I haven’t been able to speak to Kouji about the reborn Spirits of Darkness yet,” he directed a stare at his younger brother. “Geopardmon and Nachtmon.”