#scornedfire

where did she even get her wardrobe? — … bc i want it

Send a url with a symbol and my muse must kiss them on that spot!

♥ - cheek

“Well, that’s easy enough. You don’t mind, Ann-chan?”

The years had been quite kind to Rise, and though her days as a popular teenage pop idol were (mostly) behind her, adulthood had opened up new doors for her. More serious modeling gigs were a regular occurrence for her, and she even had some possible acting roles lined up! Of course, she would still keep making music, but... Today, she had the pleasure of working with an up-and-coming model from one of the local high schools, by the name of Ann Takamaki. 

It would be a simple photoshoot, mainly meant to show off a new line of bright summer fashion that had just released, and one of the many requested poses involved her placing a friendly kiss upon the younger girl’s cheek while Ann made a mock-surprise expression. It was meant to be a cutesy, fun, energetic sort of shot, and Rise was all too happy to provide! As the cameramen moved into position, the woman smiled cheerfully, waiting for a nod from the manager before making her move! “Aaaaaand... There!”

 Ann was laying with her back against the cold hard concrete, the scent of iron hanging in the air as the hot sticky substance ran from the corner of her mouth. She’d taken a particularly bad beating. Normally she was careful enough that this didn’t happen but she got sloppy and underestimated just how many people where there. She’d counted two but there ended up being three hiding in the shadows waiting for her to drop her guard. She’d already twisted her ankle so she was off her game.

         A flutter of thick lashes as her eye caught sight of Iwai, feeling the strong embrace of his arms. A soft sigh fell from her lips as she shook her head with a bit of difficulty. “You were right, I should’ve checked my six.” the laughter that followed after was followed by a painful cough as she clutched at her side.

No number of rehearsals could ever fully prepare you for the real thing. Takamaki could be theatrical but never overconfident -he didn’t even think that anyone could ever gain the upper hand over her, but one less pair of eyes on the situation could well mean disaster. There was no time to be hating himself for letting her take a job alone. The image of Takamaki curled up on the hard floor of the parking lot reminded him that she was not quite as big and tall as she made herself to look during fights. She was moving, at the very least, and was conscious. The urge to just scoop her up and hold her like a child was overriding all reason and training, but he forced himself to slow down and go through all the procedures in case there was any spinal damage.

“Exactly. What did I tell you about shooting behind you without looking?” he joked in return, doing his best to keep his voice level. “I was making dinner, you know. Well, dinner at 2am. Hope I remembered to switch off the oven.”

“Pillows?”

❝ .... yes. ❞

“Every Father’s day I grow a little more bitter and just a little bit more spiteful to be honest.”

*wiggles ma leggy*