#yeamiko

@yeamiko​  asked   .   ‘   Traces her face, dragging sharp nails so gently 'cross skin. She hums in joy, wake up, Yae coos.  ‘

          This  one  has  never  found  it  easy  to  rise  from  slumber  :  it  is  easier  to  remember  the  life  once  had  when  dreaming  ,  easier  to  ignore  weight  growing  heavy  on  chest  with  every  passing  day  .  

          Immediately  'pon  rising  ,  digits  seek  to  ensure  binds  did  not  come  loose  ,  fearing  another  slip  with  ...  the  only  one  who  cared  enough  to  visit  .  Rather  than  sitting  up  ,  Shenhe  rolls  to  face  Miko  ,  allowing  cheek  to  fall  further  into  gentle  touch  .  "  You're  here  early  again  ...  "  Doe  eyes  raise  to  meet  with  lavender  ,  I'm  glad  you're  back  .  

          "  I  need  to  train  ,  today  .  Are  you  going  home  ?  "

@yeamiko​  asked   .   ‘   ❛  whatever it is that you’re planning to ask , the answer is ‘ yes ’ .  ❜  ‘

          "  But  ...  "  A  frown  ,  she  hadn't  intended  to  ask  anything  at  all  .  Gaze  flicks  to  the  side  ,  suddenly  far  too  aware  of  how  closely  Yae  must  have  been  focusing  on  her  to  notice  a  small  breath  before  words  ,  or  a  parting  of  curious  lips  .  

          No  .  Yae  is  far  too  clever  to  miss  even  the  smallest  things  ,  lived  too  long  to  miss  the  social  cues  Shenhe  is  not  as  privy  to  .  There  is  a  question  ,  if  she  digs  deep  enough  .  Regardless  of  prior  agreement  ,  Shenhe  speaks  question  softly  .  "  Are  you  going  to  stay  ?  "

“ya mean these?” she flexes, the heavy gauntlets coming up and curling into fists. her hands inside them flex into fists as well, her nails digging into her palm. it’s about time she clipped, or bit, those back down to a functional size.

they make her feel powerful. but the first time she put them on, they made her feel like the kid on the bridge in a dilapidated factory, the markers of a hero weighing down her whole body, everything in her straining with the exertion of raising a single fist. jayce’s gauntlets are weightless on her arms, padded, elaborate. they feel like a part of her body, like everything in her was made for the moment she put them on.

word prompts / @yeamiko 

“Aiya, did you miss me so much that you had to come all this way?”

Wangsheng Funeral Parlour is rarely graced with visitors -- those of the living variety, anyway. Indeed, the one before her, Guuji of the Narukami Shrine, seems to carry with her the very essence of spring herself. The scent of sakura petals, one Hu Tao has not smelled since returning from their own trip to Inazuma, lingers in the air around the shrine maiden and with it is a sense of vitality. It brings a grin to the funeral director’s features. “You don’t strike me as in need of our services any time soon, so this has to be a personal visit, right?” 

Their acquaintanceship in Inazuma had been brief, Hu Tao curious about the shrine and its customs, and the shrine maidens’ purification practices; but Yae Miko herself was an elusive figure and thus not much time had been spent with her personally. Regardless, perhaps the Liyue prankster had left an impression on the crafty kitsune.