#void of muses

The blonde has been laying inside her shrine for some time now. It’s not like she had much to do at the moment, so it was the perfect time to rest a little.

Bad side of things like these were that the Hashihime couldn’t help but fall into melancholy every time she took a moment for herself- fruit of her basically eternal depression.

“I uh...see...” she trailed off, unsure of what to say as she scratched her head. Seija was truly an enigma, wasn’t she?

“I do,” she commented idly, not even looking over at Seija as she ate. To be honest, she had only done this because she had nothing better to do...that, and there was something familiar about Seija. An energy of...being disappointed in oneself.

“Wasted, eh~?” She’s teasing, but that actually feels like an improvement to her

“Uh, crazy? I’m sorry, did I ever give you the impression that I was the /least/ bit stable-minded?!” Seija practically hissed in retaliation. Her cheeks were already on fire from having gone through with this challenge, and one could add teeth clenching to her reaction, now.

“Look, i am /not/ explaining shit to you. I played this stupid game, so you can take it and fuck off for all I care.” She further growled, as she crossed her arms almost defensively.

Well, yeah, maybe she shouldn’t have expected Seija to be too sane in the first place, but this goes further than what she could’ve imagined, specially in such a short period of time.

Seija: “Sounds like someone needs to be a better miko. Hell, you couldnt even catch me! Hah!”