#whiplashcd

"Oh, only every day. What's the matter, you don't recognize me now?"

Completely ignoring his words of caution, her hands snaked over his chest and shoulders while her teeth found his earlobe. It wasn’t often that Jacqui found herself in a certain mood but lately ever since their engagement, she couldn’t keep her mitts off Takeda and she didn’t want to either. Putting that ring on her finger meant that he was hers and she was his, and Jacqui fully intended to leave a mark or two (or SEVERAL) on him to show it. 

Random Father’s Day Shenanigans || @whiplashcd || accepting

The stubborn stagnancy of the world may continue, as Hanzo Hasashi’s world renders with unmoving moon and motionless ocean stretch of verdant nature unfolded along the cobblestone pathway circling the periphery of the Fire Gardens. The world around him is no more dark, nor breaks and shatters amidst the pandemonium of loss, grief, carnage and heartbreak. For this particular universe, he vows to appreciate such unperturbed life full of love and beauty with quiet laughter, sweetness and gentility. Despite Takeda’s weary and cautious approaching, Hanzo appreciates the fiery spunk his chujin exhibits. 

“And?” a visible amusement paints upon his soft lips, as Hanzo’s gaze trains and follows after Takeda’s. There is a comfort in knowing how much of their shared time stretches, how they have developed, matured, built connections he never have fathomed of building ever since Satoshi’s death. He had made peace with his fears, without miring too much on his past to waste the draining time of his mortality in quick misspent. Hanzo is born with such a big heart and none of that is by mistake. “I think I still recall the time when you drew this. You were nine years old, and it was before Kenshi had made his mind to take on a long excursion to avenge the one who blinded him.” The very night that he admitted Takeda under his paternal care and mentorship, to be protected and blossom through the Shirai Ryu discipline.