#wildroar

oldbag approaches edgeworth, running into his big beefy attorney arms, nuzzling her big nose into his SMEXY gravat, taking a big WHIFF. oh, how she loves the smell of prosecutor in the morning ( almost as much as the early bird special. ) “ EDGEY! where have you been? we had a date! did you forget, deary?”

this is — weird.  

for all intents and purposes,  sasuke has been on his own for more of his life now than not;  to have that so suddenly changed (  albeit,  for reasons even he can recognize aren’t exactly unfair;  attempt to defect the village is reason enough for distrust,  he supposes  ) is... put simply, weird.  until further notice, he’s been relocated to live under the roof of the man who took responsibility for him upon his retrieval — kakashi hatake. a few days after the fact,  he still can’t understand why kakashi would do something like that. then again, if he hadn’t, who knows if anyone would have. ( he should probably be grateful anyone is in his corner; yet, he can’t help but wonder how voluntary this was. surely, it’s hokage’s orders. kakashi’s just unlucky enough to have been his sensei. )

living with him isn’t the cruelest punishment, but it’s sure as shit unusual. so far, this first day has been about unpacking ( slowly, so as to not exacerbate any remaining injuries ) and maintaining an impressively stark silence,  even for the likes of the two of them. now, sasuke emerges from the room he’s been given after a few hours of quiet organizing, and once he locates his — guardian? teacher? whatever? — he halts in front of him, blinking slowly a few times before re-engaging in a mostly blank stare.

yeah. it’s weird. and sasuke’s a little uncharacteristically sheepish in the moment, fingers pinching at the hem of his shirt and tugging absently at a loose strand just because it’s there. he’s hungry, but too displaced to comfortably use this man’s kitchen and make himself a meal like he normally would  —  and too prideful, if that’s even the word, to ask for permission. 

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi

Alias: Wild Tiger Next classification: Power type (Hundred Power)—limited to 1 minute of usage Partner: Barnaby Brooks, Jr. Age: 38

i cannot stand you

     the throne room is a gaping, intimidating thing --- a space so grand and virtuous that never fails to make ferdinand feel small. he’d spent much time in adrestia’s own throne room --- playing in it as a child, and later on, standing by his former lady’s arm. they both feel so different. worlds apart. this one, cold and unrelenting,

     apart from the man that sits upon its throne.

               ❝  my king.  ❞

     his voice echoes, catching off the marble walls. ferdinand kneels upon approach, steel-clad knee meeting soft red velvet. the minister has been off in what was once adrestia for the last month and a half, trying his best to unite the lords who will now live under a different rule. he will remain kneeling, until dismissed --- ferdinand lifts his head to meet the eye of his king, warmth blooming in his chest at the sight of him.  ( selfishly, he cannot help but count the seconds until their advisors will depart from the chamber. selfishly, he has missed his love. )