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ʚïɞ      . . .      continued  from  here  with  @soundstrike  !

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑  𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃,  a  rare  moment  of  reprieve  arrived     —     a  treacherous  stillness  that  settled  over  the  usually  bustling  halls  of  the  Butterfly  Estate.  What  should  have  been  a  longed-for  breath  of  relief     —     like  air  escaping  parted  lips  after  being  held  too  long     —     instead  carried  a  different  kind  of  weight:  it  invited  a  silence  into  the  sun-soaked  rooms  and  tranquil  gardens,  one  that  nurtured  the  inescapable  murmur  of  one’s  innermost  thoughts. 

Watching  her  patients'  path  to  recovery  filled  her  with  a  potent  blend  of  pride  and  delight,  yet  a  part  of  her  dreaded  the  day  they  would  depart  on missions  once  more.  As  soon  as  the  beds  stood  empty,  it  felt  as  though  all  that  remained  was  waiting     —     for  the  inevitable  course  of  that  cruel  cycle  which  would  bring  them  back  again,  if  they  were  lucky. 

Melancholy  threatened  to  rear  its  ravenous  head,  to  cloud  the  Insect  Hashira’s  thoughts  in  solemn  reflection,  when  her  lips  gave  voice  to  the  wish  that  had  evoked  in  her  heart:  to  escape  the  stillness,  for  just  a  moment  longer.  It  was  easier  to  let  the  smile  fade  in  the  company  of  a  trusted  comrade  than  before  the  girls  who  looked  up  to  her     —     a  breath  shared,  a  fragile  reprieve  in  a  world  that  allowed  them  few. 

1 Soundstrike is neither a Girl or a Boy they are non bianary witch I love, [I asked Popcross in a comment if there was any Trans/nonbianary characters and he said They were nonbianary] :)

Champange Knows BSL / Sign Language

Nezuko blinked up at him, her expression soft but sharpened at the edges by that uncanny perception of hers—the way she saw emotion like color, like flickers of lantern flame dancing beneath a person’s skin. Uzui's energy was like watching a sparkler in a muggy July evening, hiding the darkness behind it as long as a burning match could last.

A tiny huff slipped from her—not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh. Something amused, fond.

"You… were definitely lingering," she said, her voice quiet but laced with that gentle, teasing honesty only she could pull off. "I could feel it. Like you were waiting for someone to say something first."

Her fingers brushed the ends of her bob, feeling how the ends were slowly allowing themselves to grow once again. She tilted her head slightly, studying him with those warm, sakura-colored eyes.

"A dramatic pause is only dramatic if someone knows it’s happening," she murmured with soft mischief, almost chiding. "Otherwise it’s just you… standing there. For a long time."

She leaned in just a little, her smile still calm, still composed, but playful in its own understated way.

ʚïɞ      . . .      continued  from  here  with  @soundstrike  !

𝐀  𝐁𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐌  𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄     —     the  outward  world  was  often  shut  out  from  the  perception  of  inadequacies  and  struggles.  To  be  seen,  without  pretense  or  varnish,  was  not  something  to  be  welcomed  lightly:  the  true  essence  of  one’s  being  all  too  often  wrapped  in  the  niceties  of  deceit,  in  pleasant  illusions  to  make  one  more  palatable  for  others. 

Shinobu  knew  it  well;  the  comfort  of  a  well-worn  mask,  and  the  physical  indications  that  ultimately  betrayed  one’s  insincerity.  An  eye  trained  in  biological  reactions  and  social  cues  proved  a  valuable  ally  both  in  daily  life  and  on  the  battlefield;  the  psychology  behind  it  a  truly  fascinating  phenomenon  that  had  garnered  her  interest  in  recent  times.