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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā i donāt understand how giving my son a knife to fight the monsters under the bed is bad parenting.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā /Ā Ā Ā open.
he had a modest place of living towards the top of the lower mistrali echelons, just above the underground where he touched upon his most frequent places shops. it felt like the old huntsman was settling into a routine he didnāt ask for, nor wanted to, but had succumbed to nonetheless. after years of searching for what heād lost, maybe it was time to accept that he might not have lost anything to begin with. really, what was there to base the assumption off ? hope ? well, at the very least his profession as a huntsman kept him busy from an otherwise impending boredom. from the moment heād woken, he had known deep in his bones that fighting was something he was good at.
unfortunately, liās clothes tended to disagree. signature lightweight cloak adorned robes had been torn, and it had been a very long time since the hoodās seams had been remade. quite honestly, it was embarrassing to bring the item into the clothing job in such a state of disrepair, but by this time li held sentimental attachment to anything heād had upon waking. the cloak had seen him through very rough years and heād like to save it if he could. his normal tailor however, was now under renovation, and heād been prompted to visit one in the higher levels. the huntsman was prompt about approaching the nearest seamstress, eyes downcast until heād fished the tattered piece of clothing out of his satchel, and prompt when speaking up until the moment he glanced to her face.
āĀ Ā do you think you can save ...Ā Ā āĀ Ā li inhaled sharply, blinking rapidly as he stared at the woman in front of him. his head hurt, as well as his heart. but for reasons he couldnāt quite explain. they were normal phenomena, the plights of being an ageing huntman, but something felt ... not quite off. words were hard to come by when the breath had been stolen from your lungs.Ā Ā āĀ Ā my ...Ā Ā āĀ Ā he stopped a moment, eyes looking down once more, away from her face.
āĀ Ā is it repairable ?Ā Ā ā
@boundariestcbreakāās an.Ā Ā Ā /Ā Ā Ā plotted starter.
Mulan (1998) dir. Tony Bancroft & Barry Cook
moss:Ā Ā Ā i think renās in a good mood today! me, dragging li out:Ā Ā Ā į( į )į

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Ā Ā Ā What had started out as a reasonably average day took a sudden turn for Ren. Heād been talking to a lone vendor about buying some fresh fruit, before he packed up his things and turned to leave. His mind was running through his thoughts too fast to comprehend any of them, and he wanted to get back to his friends as soon as he could. Carefully making his way through the crowded street, he barely even heard the voice of the man who spoke up to him. It wasnāt until the strangerās hand was reaching out towards him that he realized something was going on. In that moment, his breath caught in his throat.
When he turned to face the other man, the first thing he noticed were his eyes. Wide and desperate, the eyes of the man in front of him brought about a feeling of intense dread. Silence spanned between the two, opposing the bustling market around them, and Ren swallowed thickly.
A beat later, his heart began to thunder in his chest. The thudding filled his senses and without warning, his eyes began to water. One tear slipped down his left cheek before he could stop it. His hands, clenched at his sides, were unable to move to wipe the stray rivulet from his face. Closing his eyes tightly, Ren fought to calm himself. One. Two. Three. Heās gone. This isnāt real. Three. Two. One. Opening his eyes once more, he blinked as his pupils focused on the sight in front of him once more. Despite what heād told himself, the spitting image of his father stood before him yet. Renās mind raced with images of the last time heād seen Li.
Another moment passed before Ren let out a choked whisper.Ā āFather?ā
the expression on his face felt sharper than any blade passed over his skin. it made something hot and burning in his chest rekindle into a fire, and gods, most of all it hurt. it hurt like ... like the pain heād felt upon that first waking, in that infirmary missing far more than whole ribs, and all his limbs. it ached in a way it had for over ten years, somehow condensed into the expression of a complete stranger, and li had absolutely no way to explain exactly why this young manās expression could trigger a wave of compact guilt like he did. visions, flashbacks, and emotions came to him in fleeting intervals, barely a second, but it was enough to make him stagger on the spot, and reach back as if heād been stung by the frigid touch of dry ice.
i had to have misheard !Ā Ā there was no way ...
li was assaulted with an image that hung in a quaint home. it was the standard of the town, but they could live better, they could live farther away, in a safer city once oniyuri was built. but until then, this home would be enough, and whenever he would walk into the doors, the sweet scent of the jasmine bushes would waft in from the window, he would hear the tinkling laugh of wind chime laughter and know he was home. why did looking into the depths of his gaze ache beyond measure ? more than a limb, or a lifetime of memories lost ? li swallowed nervously, blinking thrice down at him before eyes turned back to the knife. how did he know what it would feel like to twirl the weapon in his hands ? why ... oh gods, he had no idea how to deal with tears.
āĀ Ā ... iām ... iām sorry, i didnāt catch what you said.Ā Ā ā
Legend of Deification/ Jiang Ziya posters (Part 3).Ā
when li was still a huntsman of kuroyuri he fed a pregnant mother wolf some meat on the way back from a mission, and she followed him home. though he hadnāt intended to, she remained with an and ren and gave birth to a litter of three pups. though those dogs either didnāt survive or ran away after the the fall of kuroyuri, one of them managed to find li after heād lost his memory, and remained with him from then on out. sheās mostly white, with some grey patches, and blue eyes. her name is mò ( jasmine ) after a lullaby that he could instinctively remember despite not knowing where from, unable to recall that this was a lullaby often sung to ren.
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an old college try
but sometimes muses are
too feral to be contained
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@volarentāĀ ā sĀ blair  »   blair had never been one to linger for more than a few hours after trysts, didnāt believe this would ever be more than a one time thing. the after is his favourite part, dazed and warm amongst the softness of plush sheets and tails. a rumble of a purr left him on each exhale as he fought a losing battle against sleep. how foreign, to feel this safe. maybe it was just one of blancās many illusions. a charm.
Ā Ā Ā howĀ familiarĀ Ā ,Ā Ā howĀ strangeĀ Ā ;Ā allowingĀ anyoneĀ toĀ seeĀ theĀ cunningĀ foxĀ inĀ suchĀ aĀ vulnerableĀ stateĀ Ā &.Ā Ā withoutĀ theĀ useĀ ofĀ herĀ semblance.Ā blancĀ greetsĀ mostĀ withĀ aĀ prettyĀ smileĀ Ā ,Ā Ā babyĀ -Ā dollĀ eyesĀ Ā &.Ā Ā lashesĀ flutteredĀ aboutĀ inĀ fauxĀ securityĀ beforeĀ luringĀ themĀ inĀ Ā &.Ā Ā takingĀ everythingĀ theyĀ ā reĀ worthĀ withoutĀ aĀ shredĀ ofĀ remorse.Ā itĀ ā sĀ inĀ herĀ natureĀ afterĀ allĀ Ā ,Ā Ā isnĀ ā tĀ itĀ Ā ?Ā Ā theĀ cunningĀ tricksterĀ Ā ,Ā Ā slyĀ foxĀ thatĀ mostĀ wouldĀ beĀ foolsĀ toĀ trustĀ soĀ easilyĀ allĀ dueĀ toĀ aĀ charmingĀ face.Ā soĀ doesĀ thisĀ makeĀ blairĀ aĀ foolĀ asĀ wellĀ Ā ?Ā Ā shouldĀ sheĀ mockĀ himĀ forĀ fallingĀ soĀ quicklyĀ Ā &.Ā Ā hardĀ likeĀ allĀ thoseĀ beforeĀ himĀ Ā ?Ā Ā toĀ beĀ truthfulĀ Ā ,Ā Ā sheĀ doesnĀ ā tĀ thinkĀ sheĀ couldĀ evenĀ ifĀ sheĀ reallyĀ wantedĀ to.Ā Ā theĀ desireĀ forĀ companionshipĀ wasĀ neverĀ somethingĀ sheĀ desiredĀ growingĀ upĀ withinĀ theĀ dreadedĀ confinesĀ ofĀ salemĀ ā sĀ fortressĀ Ā ;Ā Ā taughtĀ neverĀ toĀ trustĀ anyoneĀ withoutĀ aĀ secondĀ thoughtĀ unlessĀ sheĀ wantedĀ toĀ bringĀ themĀ sufferingĀ inĀ anĀ instant.Ā whyĀ wouldĀ blancĀ everĀ letĀ anyoneĀ inĀ whenĀ theĀ lastĀ wasĀ oneĀ sheĀ luredĀ toĀ hisĀ demiseĀ asĀ wellĀ Ā ?Ā Ā itĀ ā sĀ aĀ viciousĀ cycleĀ Ā ,Ā Ā neverĀ -Ā endingĀ unlessĀ sheĀ decidesĀ soĀ herself.Ā nineĀ -Ā tailedĀ wondersĀ whatĀ makesĀ blairĀ soĀ specialĀ toĀ beginĀ withĀ Ā ,Ā Ā coyĀ thoughtĀ ofĀ selfĀ stupidity.Ā sheĀ knowsĀ why.Ā allĀ tooĀ wellĀ inĀ factĀ Ā :Ā Ā heĀ ā sĀ justĀ likeĀ her.Ā recruitedĀ dueĀ toĀ anĀ accursedĀ abilityĀ theyĀ possessĀ Ā ,Ā Ā theirĀ backgroundsĀ Ā ,Ā Ā howĀ easyĀ itĀ wasĀ forĀ salemĀ toĀ useĀ themĀ toĀ furtherĀ progressĀ herĀ destructiveĀ plans.Ā somethingĀ sparkedĀ justĀ thereĀ aloneĀ Ā ,Ā Ā evenĀ ifĀ neitherĀ ofĀ themĀ chooseĀ toĀ acknowledgeĀ it.
Ā Ā Ā theĀ blanketĀ ofĀ thisĀ innĀ ā sĀ bedĀ isĀ luxuriouslyĀ softĀ Ā &.Ā Ā warmĀ Ā ,Ā Ā thoughĀ palesĀ inĀ comparisonĀ toĀ chiffonĀ plushĀ ofĀ womanĀ foxĀ ā sĀ tails.Ā sheĀ ā sĀ usingĀ themĀ toĀ pullĀ felidĀ closerĀ Ā ,Ā Ā anĀ allĀ tooĀ affectionateĀ flickĀ ofĀ hisĀ noseĀ withĀ oneĀ beforeĀ pushingĀ backĀ bangsĀ ofĀ messyĀ ebonĀ awayĀ fromĀ expressionismĀ withĀ another.Ā allĀ doneĀ inĀ silence.Ā Ā sheĀ wouldnĀ ā tĀ wantĀ toĀ ruinĀ thisĀ momentĀ forĀ himĀ Ā ,Ā Ā wouldĀ sheĀ Ā ?Ā Ā notĀ whenĀ heĀ ā sĀ theĀ mostĀ comfortableĀ sheĀ ā sĀ everĀ seenĀ him.Ā orĀ thatĀ sheĀ canĀ remember.Ā Ā evenĀ withĀ thoseĀ scarsĀ overĀ hisĀ eyeĀ Ā ,Ā Ā blairĀ isĀ stillĀ theĀ sameĀ blackĀ catĀ fromĀ allĀ thoseĀ yearsĀ agoĀ Ā ,Ā Ā onlyĀ thisĀ timeĀ givenĀ wellĀ deservedĀ freedom.Ā slowlyĀ doesĀ aĀ handĀ comeĀ toĀ traceĀ oĀ ā erĀ cheekĀ Ā ,Ā Ā intoĀ hairĀ whereĀ blancĀ gentlyĀ scratchesĀ Ā &.Ā Ā massagesĀ templeĀ asĀ ifĀ toĀ bringĀ moreĀ ofĀ thatĀ purrĀ toĀ surface.Ā itĀ ā sĀ cute.Ā bothĀ shouldĀ haveĀ leftĀ hoursĀ agoĀ Ā ,Ā Ā butĀ thisĀ isĀ Ā ā¦Ā aĀ niceĀ changeĀ ofĀ paceĀ toĀ sayĀ theĀ least.Ā blancĀ pullsĀ himĀ evenĀ closerĀ stillĀ soĀ aĀ legĀ mayĀ propĀ upĀ onĀ bareĀ hipĀ Ā ,Ā Ā armsĀ curlingĀ aroundĀ hisĀ backĀ inĀ aĀ protectiveĀ fashionĀ Ā &.Ā Ā headĀ finallyĀ sinksĀ backĀ intoĀ theĀ pillow.Ā Ā ā Ā sleep. āĀ sheĀ whispers.Ā Ā ā iĀ ā llĀ beĀ hereĀ whenĀ youĀ wakeĀ up. ā

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