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starter ask meme. | @unmeiha | lol it turned into a drabble instead OTL.
To be honest, if he had to be honest with himself, Miroku found the pink haired dragon demon to be extravagantly beautiful. Much in the way like the demon slayer, Sango, is, there’s a similar sense of deadly beauty between the two of them that’s mutually shared that Miroku can’t help his heart from skipping beats being so close to such beauties. Kagome, though young, will be quite the beauty herself when she ages, but, still, his eyes are drawn to both of the women as they converse about something that he’s barely within earshot of hearing.
Though, it’s probably nothing and it’s more likely it’s something about what they’re going to eat later since it seems they’re to make a rest in the forest. They managed to find a clearing, just short of an hour ago, and are quickly making accommodations to prepare for the night. The weather is clear and no indications of any sort of storm that it left the group with a sense of relief that there’s nothing to be worried about. Still, after they eat and are resting with their bellies content with a decent meal, Miroku remains upright with his staff in his arms as he watched his friends converse among themselves.
Miroku looks over at the pink haired demon, oddly petite for a demon, and yet, somehow as strong as InuYasha himself. The monk can never be quite surprised by the way that a demon is born and becomes the way that they are. However, he observes that Koharu is a little restless.
No one seems to really notice, but he can see that Sango has and seems uncertain as to how to approach the restless demon. Kagome has been rather occupied with another argument with InuYasha that they’re a little distracted to notice one of their smaller members being out of sorts. Shippo bounds over to Sango, talking about the next batch of berries he’ll know will be in season soon.
In some respect, a lot of this seems rather mundane in light of what Koharu might be fidgeting about.
It’s only when everyone has settled down to sleep that he leans against a nearby tree, taking the first watch. Looking up at the night sky, he muses that it’s possible Koharu wouldn’t be able to sleep if whatever is bothering her is still doing so.
His guess is correct when Koharu sits up after a half hour. She looks over in his direction and bites her lower lip. He tilts his head subtly in question. And then, after another moment, she gets up, and walks over to him as quietly as she’s able to without waking the others.
And then she sits down next to him without a word.
Miroku waits, however, listening to the sounds of their friends sleeping and the noise of the night settling over them in white noise.
❝So, I see that you can’t get enough of me, hm?❞ he asks, stoically looking up at the sky without batting an eye.
❝I can see you’re as annoying as ever,❞ she clips.
Miroku braces himself. He’s certain that she’s ready to punch his arm with most of her strength. Not enough to break bone, but enough that he’ll be sure he’s rubbing his arm vigorously to rub out the pain. Only, it doesn’t come and he slowly turns his head to her, incredulous.
Joking aside, the monk finally settles with a more severe expression. It’s obvious that whatever is bothering her must be serious and while he may be a lecher ( willingly okay with that ), he is still her friend, above all else. If it’s something that’s been keeping her antsy for most of the day, it must be deeply personal. And she’s opening up to him, as much as she’s okay with, and he isn’t one to stop her from confiding in him, if that’s what she wants. ❝Lady Koharu, are you alright? While I’m not sure what may be bothering you, I find that it’s much easier to talk to someone than to keep it all in.❞
Koharu nods stiffly.
But what she says surprises him.
❝We’re near where my family home is.❞
Ah.
Miroku turns his head away, back to gazing at the starry night sky. With his arms still in the sleeves of his robes, he could understand the restlessness. ❝Did you want to see them?❞
While she doesn’t answer, he could feel her shrink into herself and Miroku is instantly reminded of Sango. They’re surprisingly similar in how they defend and care for themselves. He sighs, turning to her again.
❝It’s okay if you can’t,❞ he says quietly, ❝I can go in your stead, if you’d like.❞
Alarmed, she looks at him.
Miroku faintly shrugs, looking away and stares absently ahead of them. ❝It’s my job as a monk that everyone finds peace. Regardless demon or otherwise, we all go to the same place. Though,❞ he pauses in his train of thought, ❝that might make them angry at me rather than pleased. I could only imagine that it’s probably better if I wasn’t there at all.❞
Koharu manages a quiet laugh.
❝Thanks, but I will see them.❞ She sounds determined.
Miroku gently smiles.
❝Then are you willing—❞
Koharu’s glare is enough to turn him into ice.
As Miroku tries to heal a “broken” heart with tears down his face, he says, ❝You’d probably prefer if I wasn’t here.❞
❝Probably.❞
Yep, he’s turned to ice with a broken heart.
❝No, wait—❞ Koharu shakes her head that has him turning to face her, ❝I meant to say that—well, what I’m trying to say that—❞ She’s glaring at him as she eyes him warily but then softly smiles that Miroku is certain, struck him down, ❝—I’m glad you’re here.❞
At that, Miroku smiles back. Turning his head back to the sky, he leans back against the tree. ❝I’m glad you’re here with us as well, Lady Koharu.❞
starter ask meme. | @yugencia | accepting! | fingers slipped, sure...
It was a good day, he thought idly. Jumin had taken him to see a new exhibit, one that he hopes would inspire V to be able to take more challenging photography of his own, despite the renown that his name carries. Lately, Jumin has been wearing this look on his face that he’s never seen on his best friend before, but he knows something’s wrong. It’s hard to ask him, especially when Rika has been limiting him from seeing much of anyone lately and he isn’t sure how that happened.
Sometimes, days pass without his realization that it’s passed at all, and it’s all he can do to spend time with Rika and make sure she isn’t going to do anything drastic that would endanger herself. Jihyun has lost count of the number of times that he’s spent telling Rika that he’s not leaving—that he’s not going to leave her.
So when he sees the mess in the kitchen when he’s come home, her endeavors in trying to cook, but she’s on the floor in near hysterics. Jihyun is immediately there and crouches beside her, holding her close in hopes that she’d calm. Thankfully, it seems to be one of those days where she lets him since her tears slowly eases and she whispers.
The smile comes easily, trying to reassure her, and he says soothingly, ❝It’s okay—I promised that I’d always love you, right? We ought to share our burdens together, Rika.❞
His hand soothingly rubs against the small of her back. Jihyun isn’t sure if she’s referencing all of the tears she’s shed recently or her anger, but all he wants is for Rika to return to being that same bright girl he fell in love with. It isn’t to say that he doesn’t love her now, he does, and he needs to be there for her.
He has to because no one else would.
@amaeranthos | non-verbal rp starters | accepting.
💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss ( Sirius for Athena
It’s been too long since she’s seen him. She’s forgotten, as much as she’d like to say she remembers, his scent. Lingering laughs that haunt her waking hours when she thinks he’s around the corner, only to find he’s not. Promises and the familiar brush of his laughter on her skin isn’t there as she wishes. Those mornings that she wakes up without him beside her leaves her hollow, touching the place she’s grown accustomed to doing to bother him awake.
To this day, she still finds her hands wandering over to his pillow, only to grab air and cold sheets.
He was and is her moment of weakness. In a time when she’s already struggling with her place, her role, and her identity, he made it easy. That’s what mattered, at the end of the day. Once two outcasts, and perhaps even then, still outcasts of a different sort, had their ways together.
Ten years, Athena thinks with a wry smile. Too long, and much too much time lost. It’s an ache that she’s certain she won’t be able to fill again at the loss and grief she’s accrued from her time spent, defending, and angry with the world around her as they unjustifiably announced him guilty without a trial. Yelling until she’s lost her voice and then her voice gets lost among the laughter, the bureaucratic idiocy as they ignored her pleas.
Athena thought she’s lost more than just her sense of normalcy, she lost her heart.
And now, she finds herself watching as Sirius interacts with Harry with a warmth and an emotion too strong in her heart to quiet. Athena can feel Remus’ curious gaze on her, both of them partaking in a drink together as Sirius and Harry are playing an aggressive game of cards. ( Athena says aggressive but honestly, it’s all in good fun. )
After excusing herself to get everyone another round of drinks, she misses the way all of their eyes follow her out of the room, unaware she’s been too deep in her thoughts today for them to not notice. In the kitchen, Athena is preparing her drink when she smells him before she sees him.
Sometimes, there are those days where she knows and he knows. Perhaps, today has been one of those days when she turns and sighs against his gentle embrace, tugging her close. The soft press of his lips against hers soothes whatever frayed edges she’s had and when they part, she closes her eyes and rests her head against his chest.
what am i supposed to do with you? // @ cloud
@unmeiha | A meme I can’t remember | open if you can find it? LOL
It’s supposed to have been an easy mission, he thinks, and he should’ve been able to handle the mobs without a healer, but he forgets that without his friends, he honestly isn’t really much. But it should’ve been easy at this point. Experience and the amount of time he’s spent on the road with his friends have made him a formidable on the field without the aid of his friends. It’s the only reason why he’s able to establish the Strife Delivery system. It allows him to still travel, fight, and find some way to end the restlessness he has without feeling overwhelmed.
Apparently, that’s not the norm here.
Still, he sees the petite girl standing before him with her hands crossing her chest that’s reminiscent of the girl he’s left at home. Cloud averts his gaze when her furrowed brows show frustration and exasperation. He’s still not used to it when people care for him, but he’s accepted that some people are just as nice as either Tifa and Aerith.
And then she utters those words and he looks down at his feet briefly before lifting his gaze.
❝I only did what I needed to do,❞ he responds a moment later. He’ll heal with a good night’s rest. The injuries he has is nothing compared to the adventure he went through. ❝Don’t worry about me—❞ and then he pauses abruptly, thinking about how Tifa would be scolding him right about now, ❝—but, um, thanks. For worrying, I mean.❞