#viktemized

     “ t-today... “  the ghost of a voice barely escaped hyeon-seo’s throat as he approached the woman. with lesser spirits bumbling about her and then flocking back to whisper in his ears, his timid steps brought him near enough so that she would hear him without so much of a strain. throat cleared as he gathered his bearings, and peachy optics seemed to have trouble training themselves on her before finding immediate interest in the ground between their feet.

     “ you have...bad luck. w-would you like me to fix that...? “

-- “You know that you didn’t have to come and visit me, right? I-I mean, i appreciate it, but...” she paused, moving some hair out of her face as she smiled at Dawn. 

injuries and illness

pain was something the faunus was well acquainted with, though surprisingly less so since becoming a huntress. sure there were the aches and bruises that came from training and some injuries in the past had been rather serious, but it was a different kind of pain than the one she’d known in her uncle’s home- maybe it was just the fact that this pain she could somewhat prepare herself for, whereas in the past there’d been no such ability. still the burn did hurt rather bad- she’d burned herself before when cooking but this... this was on a different scale.

   “Piko be honest with me, why do you get a shimeji but I, the best one, don’t? What the heck is wrong with this master, huh? Do they wanna pick a fight with me?”

Phyllis: i could stand behind it and vape.

2 - 6 word starters

she wanted nothing more than for it to stop- for his voice to leave her, for her to close her eyes and then open them and find herself in her room once more, woken from her terrible nightmare. at this point she would even have taken closing her eyes and not opening them again at all- certainly death would have been better than being caged like this. she didn’t have the strength to cry anymore, all her tears had dried up and it felt like even her hatred for her captor was beginning to wither away into nothing. she just felt tired ; tired and repulsed by the man that came to visit her in her golden cage each and every day. but if nothing else she was a survivor, of that she’d also come to know- and she knew that if she ever hoped of gaining her freedom again, her best bet was to play along with his delusions. 

he wanted her love ? he would have it.

    A slow nod was given at his words as the shorter girl glanced up at him, a rather worried expression on her features. For him to say that to her on their first meeting.. as much as she did appreciate the thought, Larissa wasn’t too sure if she could believe it. Not yet, anyway. To be married off to another at such a young age was one thing- But in her eyes, it was worse for it to be someone whom she had never met before. And as nice as Youta seemed in the mere minutes they had known one another, at this moment she was reluctant to let anyone else take care of her. Larissa nervously looked away, hands fiddling nervously with the hum of her shirt.