#timidplum

"I ... I HAVE s - something special for ... for you, Plum-san,” Nezuko beamed with a bright smile the moment she was able to be alone with Plum, handing them a small box wrapped with a pink ribbon --- a ribbon that appeared like the ones she adorns in her hair. 「 Now open it! Open it! 」, she signed after, eager to view the look on their face once they receive the pink sapphires she found in a cave.

Teal  orbs  immerse  themselves  in  the  splotchy  bruises  formed  along  the  backs  of  her  hands.  The  sore  tendons  tremble  as  she  struggles  to  curl  her  digits  into  a  fist  and  she  lets  loose  a  frustrated,  low  sigh.  It  seemed  that  her  next  venture  would  be  a  while  away.  Faint  shuffling  seizes  her  attention  from  her  warm  meal  to  the  shadow  of  a  figure  moving  behind  the  screened  sliding  doors.  Rather  than  succumbing  to  the  darker  corridors  of  her  mind,  the  Slayer  decided  to  occupy  herself  with  the  company  of  another.  She  pulls  from  the  sheets  and  scoots  her  way  over  to  the  shoji,  thankful  for  her  secluded  accommodations  as  to  not  disturb  anyone  sleeping.  She  carefully  pries  it  open,  poking  her  head  out  to  meet  purple  tresses  and  a  hunched  over  frame.  Wispy  brows  raise  at  the  display,  perhaps  they  were  looking  something?  A  smile  spread  at  her  lips  and  she  speaks  softly,  as  to  not  surprise  them.

                            ( 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 )  𝐝𝐚𝐲  𝐨𝐟  𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  &  𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

today is.... not inigo’s strong suit, if one were to put it mildly... he’s not entirely sure what he’s done to deserve to be so coldly rejected by just about every fair maiden in camp, and he hasn’t any intention to go out into town and make his heartbreak worse.  (  which is potentially an even worse outcome, considering he’s been sighing so loudly and sulking about camp, probably just becoming an annoyance to the rest of the army.  )

it seems he’s already given up hope on finding a blossoming romance by the time plum approaches him. he flickers his gaze over and raises a brow when he hears his name called, expression painfully neutral. ❛  oh ?  plum... what can i do for you ?  ❜  inigo straightens his posture, curiously tilts his head to the side.

... what happens next might just be the very last thing he’s expecting. inigo’s eyes widen when the bag is handed to him, and after a while of staring in his dumbfounded amazement, he wordlessly accepts the offer. he opens it, peers inside, and immediately his solemn features from earlier come alive with his excitement.

Rui holds perfectly still when Plum begins to fuss with his clothes. They certainly have seen better days, and he should either repair them or just weave himself something new. “Oh…don’t worry, Plum-san, I’ll make myself something new soon.”

He still smiles, basking in the warm glow that comes with knowing that someone cares about him and is worried enough to fix his clothes as best they can.

        “––––you don’t have to feel guilty, you know,”

rare  it  is  to              not              have  assistant  glued  to  her  side              ,              instead  braving  the  streets  by  herself              .              she  may  be  a  doctor              ,              yes              ,              but  she  does  not  handle              large  crowds              very  well              .                    ❛          excuse  me              .              i  need  to  pass              .          ❜

@timidplum​ said,  ❝ Do you ever just wonder what it was that decided what most living beings can and can't eat? ❞ Is this related to demons or something else? A true mystery.

A  finger  drums  against  her  chin  as  she  considered  the  query,  admittedly  giving  little  thought  to  the  delight  she  took  in  food.  Bright  eyes  peer  up  towards  the  other,  giving  them  an  inquisitive  stare  as  she  worked  through  her  own  musings  to  come  up  with  an  answer.  “ Mm,  well  ….   ”  She  hums  thoughtfully,  “      I  suppose,  its  questions  like  those  that  have  created  a  need  for  religion.  The  mysteries  of  life,  if  you  so  will.   ”  The  pair  had  been  seated  outside  a  stand,  chatting  over  bowls  of  noodles.  Hungry  eyes  look  to  dig  away  at  her  meal  as  she  looks  to  them.  “   If  I  ever  find  out  a  God  exists,  I,  personally,  will  thank  them  for  noodles  because  yummy!     ”  She  chuckles  and  stirs  her  chopsticks  around.