#royaltywritten

“You say that, but..--”

Ear twitched slightly as she stared up at the wolf she had found out to be Ozbane and not Legoshi. She felt slightly uncomfortable around him, but that didn’t mean she was going to simply walk away. She couldn’t help the curiosity that tugged her towards him so that she could find out more about him.

His way of thinking was unlike Legoshi’s, so she knew that she couldn’t speak to him in the same way, but still she had to say her own piece. Hand is brought up to the back of her head where she gently rubbed and thought about how she could word what she wanted to say.

“I think that there are people who are genuinely monsters who only care about hurting others and there are people who are genuine heroes who try to save others.” Legoshi in her eyes was her hero who saved her when she’d been kidnapped by the Shishigumi and the monster who had taken her away was nothing more than a monster.

“There’s a gray area, sure, but I don’t think that things are broken.”

They could smell that uncertainty on her ; sense it in the way she moved. How she kept distant with them, both verbally but also physically. Far, yet she tried to step closer in her own ways. What a strange, persistent little rabbit she was.

“...oh, things are broken. It just takes a bit of digging to unearth it ; the world likes to hide those things.” they trailed off, their tongue moving to idly rub along one of their fangs. Like Legoshi, Ozbane had their own ticks ; though they mostly fiddled with their claws and teeth when thinking.

They stared down at Haru now, eyes looking, well, far off. As though Ozbane had checked out for a second ; but they were still present. Listening. They inhaled lightly, then spoke so bluntly, yet calmly,

@royaltywritten​ 🖤’d {Emma}~

The Prospector sidestepped out of the way right as the Geisha tried to attack him with her fan. At her misstep, she accidentally set foot right into the magnetic ring Norton’s special device had on the ground, and the survivor took that moment to repel her against the wall and stun her. While she was unable to move, Norton dashed towards where the Gardener sat trapped in a rocket chair. She had only been in there for a little bit, not even reaching the halfway point. 

Norton quickly untied her from the chair just as the Geisha recovered from the stun. He swore lightly under his breath; not enough time... He had tide turner, true, but he doubted Emma would make it to safety before the effect ended and left her incapacitated. 

With a light grit of his teeth, he ran right in front of the hunter as she dashed towards Emma, getting hit with her fan instead of the Gardener. He could contain the Geisha until Emma got to safety.

       “Excuse me, do you need help?”

   For a minute or two, Kaoru had watched as the poor girl struggled to reach something on a high shelf. When he realized that no employee would step in and help her, he decided to speak up and offer his assistance. He walked over to her and pointed towards the items on the top, waiting for her to tell him what exactly she wanted. 

     ❝... Haineko? I’m sorry, I don’t have anymore sake for you to bring back to Matsumoto-fukutaichou. Though... Hitsugaya-taichou might thank me for that later.❞

In one of the practice games, Akaashi let Anahori, their first year setter, play with the regulars this time around. And even after two years of playing with them, there were occasions he wanted to study their dynamic on the side. Find gaps, improve in a consistent manner and continue growing as a team for the future.

The coach trusted in the setter to make rational, quickfire decisions during games. It was a team play, but most of the make-or-break moments were up to the setter. It wasn't as flashy or inspiring like a wing spiker, but the team also trusted him for the flow of their game.

And immersed in the match, he didn't notice someone who was as immersed heading in his direction. They both snapped out of their trances when Akaashi felt someone bump into him. 

Even Kenma had to admit that training camps were pretty fun. Very tiring, but fun. The chance to play against people he didn't usually play against, that was definitely fun.

Having to move around for so many hours of the day, so many days in a row. That was less fun. At least there were breaks, and evening down time. Plenty of opportunities for Kenma to pull out his phone, DS, PSP, or switch.

This time, he'd opted for his switch. He had fossils to find and an island to maintain, after all. It was good to focus on something other than volleyball for a bit. He could almost zone out.

Almost. Not quite enough to not notice Yachi getting closer to him. Kenma waited, only quickly glancing up at her to judge if she was approaching him or just moving past, then his eyes went right back down to his screen. When it didn't look like she was going to move past him, he offered a quiet almost greeting, still looking at his game.

GHOSTS

Your pain takes the shape of ghosts, haunting you, always there. No one would believe you if you told them, or understand even if they did. You don't know how to make them go away, or what they want. They just follow you, casting shadows over all you do, being your fears and the embodiment of all you've lost or are afraid of losing. They can't touch you though... Can they?

tagged by: n/a yanked it from an old blog of mine!!