#shokutsus

@shokutsus inquired : what can i do to convince you ? inbox prompt : morbid curiosity prompts. prompt status : accepting !

𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙎  𝙄𝙏'𝙎  𝙐𝙉𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙍  𝙏𝙃𝙀    way  she  scoffs  quietly  at  his  question .  ada  knew  better  than  to  wonder  if  he  actually  meant  it  ,  nanami  was  hardly  one  to  say  something  he  didn't  mean  ―  it  was  simply  just  the  idea  of  leaving  that'd  pulled  the  noise  from  her . 

❛  it's  never  as  simple  as  just  wanting  to  leave .  ❜  the  mercenary  hums  quietly  ,  a  soft  melancholy  to  her  voice  as  she  looks  over  the  area  around  them .  there  had  been  hundreds  of  times  she'd  thought  about  stepping  away  ,  both  before  the  involvement  of  the  organization  and  after  ,  none  of  them  being  followed  through .  there  were  few  places  she'd  be  able  to  go  and  even  if  she  found  one  she  was  sure  that  her  disappearance  would  just  be  let  go  by  her  superiors .

ada  already  led  a  life  constantly  on  the  run  ,  leaving  would  just  take  away  what  little  security  she  had  currently .

❛  outside  of  this  life  ,  i  don't  exist , i  haven't  for  a  long  time .  ❜  fragments  of  memory  were  all  that  existed  of  her  life  from  before  ,  name  and  home  long  forgotten  through  years  of  compartmentalization  for  the  sake  of  anyone  who'd  survived .  ada  wong  was  a  facade  ,  one  that  she'd  never  intended  to  keep  for  long  ,  but  it  was  the  closest  thing  to  herself  she  even  had  anymore . 

@shokutsus inquired : Ada ,  what were you thinking ?! inbox prompt : morbid curiosity prompts. prompt status : accepting !

𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙀𝘿  𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙎  𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃  𝙁𝙊𝙍    a  perch  ,  anything  to  balance  herself  enough  that  she'd  be  able  to  get  air  back  in  her  lungs .  taking  hard  hits  was  not  something  ada  was  unfamiliar  with  ,  though  perhaps  it'd  seemed  easier  because  she  always  was  able  to  prepare  herself  for  the  hit .  however  ,  using  most  of  her  body  weight  in  order  to  move  nanami  out  of  the  way  had  taken  most  of  her  energy  and  the  little  she'd  had  left  was  unable  to  be  used  to  at  least  prepare  for  a  blow  on  the  monstrosity  that'd  slammed  into  her .  it  hadn't  all  been  for  the  other's  sake  ,  he'd  been  getting  far  too  close  to  the  console  that'd  held  what  she'd  been  sent  for .  maybe  it  was  foolish  to  think  she  could  last  minute  outstep  the  monster  ,  one  of  the  many  encountered  since  she'd  arrived  ,  with  minimal  injury .

a  miscalculation  that  might've  just  cost  her  the  job .

@shokutsus inquired : a kiss that seals a promise . inbox prompt : kiss & tell prompts. prompt status : accepting !

𝘼𝘿𝘼  𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙉'𝙏  𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍  𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉  𝙏𝙃𝙀      lies  she  once  so  easily  told  started  going  down  like  poison  in  her  throat  but  it  had  never  been  as  noticeable  as  it  is  now  ,  as  she  takes  in  the  fact  that  this  will  be  the  last  time  she  lays  eyes  on  nanami  in  person .  he  isn't  aware  of  it  yet  ,  but  she'd  made  her  choice  to  vanish  from  his  life  not  too  long  after  he'd  shared  with  her  that  he  was  retiring .  ada  had  no  intentions  of  stopping  the  work  she  did  ,  not  that  she  particularly  had  a  choice  in  the  matter  ⎯  the  leash  she  was  kept  on  got  tighter  and  tighter  by  the  day .

❛  if  it  puts  you  at  ease  ,  you'll  be  the  first  person  i  call .  ❜  she  muses  ,  tone  light  with  amusement  despite  the  way  her  brain  spirals .  it's  a  mask  well - worn  and  comfortable  to  fall  into  despite  an  unresting  inner - turmoil  that  accompanies  the  burn  of  the  lies  in  her  throat .  even  still  ,  the  mercenary  manages  to  lean  into  his  embrace  with  little  hesitation  ,  lips  sealing  the  promise  she  knows  she  will  break .

ada  knows  the  moment  she  leaves  his  apartment  that  any  memory  with  him  will  be  shoved  to  the  furtherest  corner  of  her  mind  ,  forever  to  be  avoided  until  they  cannot  be  any  longer .  even  then  she'd  find  something  else  to  consume  her  time  ,  to  take  any  ability  to  think  about  anything  other  than  work  away  from  her  even  if  it  means  taking  herself  to  the  brink  of  exhaustion .  anything  to  avoid  the  ache  that'll  inevitably  take  refugee  in  her  chest .

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@shokutsus / @divinecomedie — Dante the menace lmao

@shokutsus inquired : [ knee ] sender lays a hand on receiver's leg while driving inbox prompt : prompts for comfortable intimacy. prompt status : accepting !

𝙄𝙏  𝙒𝘼𝙎  𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇  𝘼  𝙉𝙀𝙒  𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏    to  ada  to  allow  someone  to  show  her  any  amount  of  affection  when  it's  not  a  necessity  of  a  job  ⎯  so  it  certainly  had  been  strange  ,  this  routine  they'd  fallen  into .  most  of  her  gentleness  and  softness  had  been  hidden  behind  a  wall  built  up  inside  many  years  before  they'd  even  crossed  paths .  however  ,  it  seemed  with  each  interaction  outside  of  their  jobs  ,  the  wall  was  slowly  chipped  away  at  even  when  that  hadn't  been  the  initial  intention .

this  time  was  no  different  ,  with  one  of  his  hands  resting  on  ada's  leg  as  the  other  sat  on  the  wheel  ,  making  their  way  from  one  of  her  numerous  apartments  towards  his  own  ⎯  presumably  for  their  usual  night  together .  his  own  gentleness  certainly  had  been  something  for  her  to  get  use  to  ,  especially  after  facing  him  in  hand - to - hand  combat .  to  feel  such  gentleness  from  hands  that  easily  could  kill  her  was  a  strange  feeling  ,  but  it  was  one  she  found  herself  lingering  to  pull  away  from .

with everything that had happened, everything she'd seen- it felt difficult to come by the words she spoke, but she knew the truth at the heart of the matter: that this game could still go either way. after suiren-san's name was removed as a player from the kogane following what she could only assume was their death, she was directed by kenjaku to uphold his part of the binding vow her descendant had made. using another vow made by her and kenjaku some 800 years ago, she was able to leave the body of her other descendant, the one named soraia-chan whose body she had taken over, and was able to possess that of a curious cursed spirit called minpo- an ancient kitsune who had grown weak since the fight they'd had against none other than the bearer of her name.

of course, there was good that had happened- over the course of the game, she had discovered the wider extent of her personal lineage, had gotten the opportunity to see how different japan was from the last time she was alive- and perhaps, most importantly, she had learned that the fudō clan that existed today wasn't descended from inuhiko, but instead from none other than her lover, her husband, hajime. without even trying, she had seen, had wrought the downfall of the fudō clan herself, and there truly could be very little to feel more pride over than that.

" do- do i look like i'm in need of some help? " brows arch up slightly as the corners of her lips turn down, offering up a slight pout towards him- she doesn't mean it sarcastically, by any means, either- she's just hoping she doesn't look that helpless.

" . . . okay, maybe i am. " she can't deny it- she hates getting on the step ladder after the last time when she nearly fell off it; it was luck that suiren happened to be walking by and caught her, but the possibilities of that happening again were all of zero right now since kuma-buchō was making them try and repair the recording that's supposed to play when someone comes through the doors. [ she didn't even know suiren knew anything about electronics, considering how ancient their phone was. ] hands moved to her hips as she looks up at the shelf taller than her head, gaze flicking back at the- considerably taller- nanami-san. he'd been coming by more often lately, and while suiren said they were just old classmates, she wasn't so sure. [ it was just . . . there was a vibe, sometimes. ]

@shokutsus inquired : pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back. inbox prompt : actions speak louder than words. prompt status : accepting !

𝙉𝙊  𝙅𝙊𝘽  𝙒𝘼𝙎  𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍  𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙔     that  was  a  fact  that  ada  come  to  accept  a  long  time  ago  ,  but  finding  herself  face  to  face  with  nanami  always  meant  it'd  be  much  more  of  a  challenge  than  most .  unlike  most  she'd  come  to  blows  with  ,  he  was  just  as  quick  as  her  ,  if  not  faster .  if  it  wasn't  for  her  ability  to  slip  from  his  grasp  at  the  first  sign  of  it  loosening  there  were  plenty  of  times  she  would've  had  to  have  gotten  herself  out  of  the  government's  clutches .

not  an  entirely  new  scenario  for  her  ,  but  one  that  would've  not  been  ideal .

this  meeting  had  been  no  different  ,  sharp  wit  and  quick  quips  thrown  back  and  forth  before  the  actual  conflict  begun  ,  each  of  them  getting  hits  in  where  they  could  until  he'd  managed  to  get  a  step  ahead  of  her .  getting  one  hand  stuck  in  his  grasp  was  bad  enough  ,  but  as  soon  as  he'd  gotten  her  other  one  in  his  grasp  ,  both  arms  twisted  to  be  stuck  behind  her  back  she  felt  a  breathy  laugh  leave  her .