#rpscllion

and, truth be told, all she had ever wanted ━━━ from ebony at least, was kindness. happiness, love, honesty. the latter, it seemed as of late, was a bit harder to come by ; because she knows that ebony has been hiding something from her. just what, she's not sure ━━━ maybe she's too scared to ask in fear of what she might find out, but still, she knows it's there.

something that the other kept hidden, perhaps for good reason, perhaps not. but how could she expect tiburon to love her in all the ways that she wanted to be loved, if she didn't even have the heart to be honest ?

small, delicate hands reach out, gentle in the way that they take ebony's own. she hopes that with this, at least, maybe the other won't feel like she has to keep herself hidden ; those parts of herself that she's too scared to show tiburon could be loved too, if only she gave them the chance.

capriciousness   lurks   in   his   gaze,   a   jabbing   remark   already   waiting   on   their   tongue.   there's   a   certain   rhapsody   in   battle   —   an   every-shifting   melody   like   flames   dancing   in   the   moonlight.   he   listens;   picking   up   on   the   timbre   of   her   blows,   and   hears   the   thud   of   impacts   coupled   with   startled   surprise.   his   dark   gaze   sits   on   her,   becoming   lambent.   a   gentleness   lurking   beneath   unmistakable   amusement.   hands   come   together   in   a   soft   clap,   and   his   voice   drones   as   a   whisper.   ❛   well   done,   well   done.   quick   on   your   feet,   quick   with   a   staff   —   it's   a   wonder   you   ever   got   caught   by   some   dumb   squids.   ❜

he   listens   for   the   sounds   of   footsteps,   fearful   more   might   come,   although   they   never   arrive.   far   too   numb   with   the   succor   of   liquor   fogging   their   already   feeble   minds   —   ah,   to   be   a   bandit,   it   seems   far   simpler   than   this.    

@rpscllion // ( random dialogue -> not accepting ) ❛  i didn't think you'd care so much.  ❜ / shinobu

Silence sweeps over the room. The words draw out any breath from the insect pillar. It leaves her to only mull over any racing thoughts. From pain, to anger, and eventually sorrow. Was it truly all for naught? ( Was it her who gave the other slayer the impression she would not care? ) It's a heavy weight that chews against her heart. When her breath returns, it is shaky and uneven as she forces a level of control. To not succumb to her emotions so easily.

@rpscllion // ( the five senses →  accepting   ) [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] for nobu

alya peeks into the meeting room, not at all afraid of the king possibly getting angry at her, waiting until it was mostly empty before slipping inside. it wasn't hard to find the one she was searching for, smile widening as they lock eyes & she waves.