#silverxblade

❖  ➤   ❝ I can catch you, little brother. ❞  Fall into your big brother’s arms. Come hug your brother, we’re destined to be together, that’s what he’s here for, we are family.

SHE FLAPPED HER ARMS OUT like a bird, stretching her fingers and wiggling them in the air. Motes danced around her through Golden Hour’s light. It was both warm and cold today. She inched over into one of the warm rays of sun, letting the light hit her face and bathe her all over. Nice. “I understand that it is quiet at this time,” she began, taking in a deep breath... exhale. “But the clock is half past seven, in the morning. If you want to spar, my blood is boiling right now,” she growled before closing her eyes and sighing.

“... And as much as I want to beat your face in, it’s too nice of a morning for me to smell like your blood,” she concluded, smiling at him sheepishly.

     “Well aren’t you the different one,” Maik muses, beginning to circle around this new face like a vulture waiting for its prey to PERISH under the blazing heat of Ra’s sun, “Not the usual commoner of the masses I’ve seen passing by this sad town.”      What would bring somebody to Domino City with how boring it can be--of course unless you are there for a specific set of people for the means of revenge. But that’s his own personal opinion, “Now what are you doing here oh unique one? Come to enjoy the change of scenery or trying to find something exciting?”

❝  I- will not give this hunt up. ❞

The tone of her voice is authoritative, laced with determination and solemnity the striker is probably not used to. And Yuuki has been asked to stay out of it one too many times, but she cannot shake off the responsibility of the outburst in the first place. 

It’s a showcase of murder over the burial of purebloods, the stern dictatorship was slowly but steadily decreasing, and the ones below them in this pyramid scheme were seeking power. But Yuuki was far too proud of her sense of right to back off right now - it was because of people like her in the past that had abused their power far too much, that others seeked revenge right now. 

 Being perhaps the sole pureblood capable of wielding weapons that acted just like double edged swords- if she could not actively participate, at least being used was good enough, to catch the o n e behind the uproar. 

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Eyes had gently closed when Lass had given him that soft kiss and Atem could feel his heart all a flutter. While he was so happy to hear that his mate enjoyed the gift...

What really got him was what his mate was silent asking of him. To forgive him him for treating him unkindly these last few times they were together?

And honestly...? Atem has already forgiven his mate.

It wasn’t his fault... In fact, if anything, Atem was realizing that he himself was too overly affectionate. Too much that he was smothering his own mate. He didn’t mean to do so, he loved his mate so much...

Eyes opened and the Pharaoh had got on tipsy-toes, gently rubbing their foreheads together in the soft affection.

“Whoa, no way...” 

Wide eyes stared as he lifted a hand to point at the figure in front of him.

“That’s an amazing cosplay! You goin’ as a character from Final Fantasy?” Or maybe a card he hadn’t seen...? “How’d you make the sword? It looks so real!”

His called out gently to lonely figure in the distance. Who seemed to be brooding more than usual. He knows this Striker likes to be alone, but the air around him... felt heavier than usual. It was somewhat fragile, full of languish, and it didn’t take a genius to see something so clearly. 

Jin walked towards him. His steps neither too loud or quiet. Not rushing instantly or did his usual tackling hug to Lass- for a purpose of getting reaction usually. He was careful, he was being sensitive to the surroundings and didn’t want to startle someone who had been despondent recently. Though the main reason was because he didn’t want a blade pointed at him just because his rashness would startle a certain assassin. 

He took a seat next to Lass on the long log on the ground, with a small distance between them and avoided invading the personal space for once. His eyes were full of concern, as they gazed at the male next to him. 

‘‘Are you alright? You...have been brooding a lot lately.’‘

“….. there’s something sinister about that thing.”