#swordrisen

❛❛ I'm always sleeping on you so ---- ❜❜ A tender press to his shoulders , to slowly drag him down until his head rests again her lap ( hopefully with comfort. ) ❛❛ Sleep awhile. Don't worry , I'll keep you safe , Oz - mochi. ❜❜

     THERE WAS NO DENYING that Ozymandias felt that telltale desire for a nap creeping up on him. Servants might not have needed to sleep, or eat, or do anything that the living did to survive, but that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy those same things still. Oh how busy he had been as a king, constantly keeping up with the goings-on with his kingdom, constantly keeping dialogue open between him and his Vizier so that he was aware of things that required his attention and things that could be delegated elsewhere. Still, time for a nap was such a rare thing that when he did have a chance to grasp hold of it, he would often find himself feeling so rested afterwards as if he had been slumbering upon gentle waters. At first he frowned, uncertain as to whether he should be closing his eyes at all when there was a watch to keep, but...Koto could surely handle it without him. After all, she was used to the sounds of the night and would know if something were remiss in comparison to himself.

❛❛ Kento - kun. ❜❜ A SHIVER , the blinding cold of tonality ( poisonous rage breathed from the depths of herself. ) BEFORE HER , a man once dear to her ( still dear & yet , she will have his head. ) FOR EVIL HAS TWISTED HIM , blighted the man who she once laughed beneath the day with ( who would have thought him of all people would side with that man ? ) This man who she once believed to be kinder than any other & her heart aches────perhaps , in another world ( they are laughing ; things having never shifted into this horror. ) Forth , she suddenly moves ( grabbing hold of his wrists & slamming them harshly again the cold surface behind them. ) Her knee moves , shifting with a harsh slam against his thigh , pinning him within place for ever how shortly. She raises her head , looking upon him & into his eyes ( those eyes she once believed to be kind. ) 

She can recall the day he was declared a Curse User ; none in her office had ever seen her tears & wrathful screams , not until that man's crimes were spoken & once again , they witnessed them when Kento was declared a Curse User , her screams burning her throat & her tears slipping like poison , intending to burn him alive. ❛❛ I'm going to kill you now , Kento - kun. ❜❜ A bitter grin , but it fades so quickly. ❛❛ If only you had stayed the kind & gentle , the good Kento - kun I believed you to be. ❜❜ Perhaps , first she shall rip his throat out with her teeth & then she will behead him.

     IT WAS INEVITABLE THAT one day he would encounter someone he knew – someone who knew HIM from when he had been a brooding young man up until he had become a responsible adult. It was a given in their ‘small’ world that a clash would take place one day, but he had hoped, and hoped, that he would never meet Koto. Alas, he had known that was wishful thinking. He was not so optimistic as to assume otherwise. As soon as he heard his name, he had froze, eyes hidden behind lens looking upon his opponent without a hint of emotion to be discerned within is gaze. Despite that, despite how he held himself on the surface, his heart had twisted as if someone had reached into his very chest and squeezed it viciously. Why did it have to be you? He had thought to himself, words forever trapped deep within his person to never be spoken. ❝Koto-san,❞ he replied in return, voice steady and low to match the frigid neutrality he wore like a mask.

     In her eyes, was he a pitiful ‘curse’ to be eliminated? To be slain with the same rage that she had always killed them? Koto had always seen the world around them in black and white, good and evil. No doubt upon hearing he had switched sides, she now assumed his soul to be stained and in need of cleansing. Before he could so much as move to grab his weapon, she was upon him. Hands were gripped with that inhuman strength she always bore for that small size, and before he knew it, he was pinned in place and held there like a mouse beneath a cat’s sharp claws. When he met her gaze up close, that was when the mask shifted, when it partially melted to expose the man beneath it. ❝Is it so easy to lose faith in me?❞ It was a simple statement devoid of any embellishment, but Nanami was never one for long speeches and the like. He stated things bluntly because it was just so much easier that way.

"    huh?     soccer?    ah,    that game where you kick a ball?    mmm —

@swordrisen​

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Would they…

Make the first move? Yes | No ( easily answered. ) Say “I love you” first? Yes | No ( I feel like Mitsuri will say it first uwu ) Cheat on them? Yes | No Be the jealous type? Yes | No ( how can she be jealous with this angel tbh ) Plan the dates? Yes | No Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No ( esp to make mitsuri blush ) Remember anniversaries? Yes | No

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

friends to lovers | rivals to lovers | enemies to lovers | still just enemies | mutual pining | star crossed lovers | old married couple | perpetual honeymoon phase | stable and boring | stable but not boring | secret lovers | best friends hiding their feelings | and they were roommates | friends with benefits | coworkers avoiding HR | one-sided affection | weird sexual tension | it’s complicated | toxic relationship | a secret affair | an actual dumpster fire | other

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

hand holding | kiss on the hand | kiss on the cheek | kiss on the forehead | kiss on the lips |  cuddling | hugging | affectionate messages or comments | pet names | pictures together | no displays of affection

Do they stay together?

❛❛ Your hair reminds me of the earth. ❜❜ Her voice , soft & delicate in this moment ; a brush held , boar bristle , to detangle & thread through the tresses of his hair , the earthen hue. ❛❛ It fits you well. ❜❜ She hums , looking down to his eyes , the golden hue , like a sun bursting to life. ❛❛ Flowers need the earth to grow , you're like that sometimes. She , who you loved so well , was a lotus that came from the earth's loving soil , like all flowers do. ❜❜ She closes her eyes , humming softly. ❛❛ I wonder how many else you loved , wives & children , subjects , were flowers that grew from your gentle soil. ❜❜ She giggles softly , still yet brushing his hair. ❛❛ Am I talking too much again ? ❜❜

     NITOCRIS SOMETIMES BRUSHED HIS hair, so this was a marked change to have someone else do it. In her case, although she would die if he ever mentioned it to her, but she reminded him of an older sister overlooking her younger sibling. Considering she was a pharaoh before him, albeit for a shorter time, that would not have been too far off the mark. But Koto, though... What was Koto in all this? He honestly couldn't think of anything -- any form of label -- to put upon her even in tease. Such a peculiar woman overflowing with boundless love for others to the point that she would pick up a blade and die for them if only so they did not suffer. Quietly he listened to her words; however, the more he listened, the greater his embarrassment grew. Sometimes he wonder if Koto ever even thought about what left those lips of hers or if she just blurted out her thoughts unhindered. Knowing her, he could most certainly see it as the latter.

Koto looks around very quickly before tugging on Ozymandias' hand. Leaning into his ear , she whispers soft. ❛❛ What's a Backyardigan ? I don't understand , Oz - mochi. Help. I don't want Arash - kun to make a sad face. ❜❜