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Return from the war & all my activity consists of Sue tagging me in the possibility of angst.

I’m gonna revamp Nonon, so that’ll be a thing.

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    nerves , dull   &   aching with that of phantom pain , ran deep through tissue lined marrow ; shaking very digits as they trembled suddenly into tight fist , lock unable to be broken   —   bones would creak at any attempt , protest with a clamp .     perhaps she could blame it on the damage to her body   —   the damage of wearing a THREE-STAR UNIFORM , LIFE FIBRES ... no , that seemed all too easy . regardless of the throb riveting through fingers   &   weight SEARING across shoulders ; it was not the reason for heavy heart .                                      ONLY ONE PERSON COULD BE THE REASON FOR THAT .

               ❝ SATSUKI-CHAN ... ❞ was a mutter beneath her breath , a whisper to her ears alone .     the one she held so dear , so close to the fractured heart   —   following every stern step , up until the door that stood between them ... the only thing that stood between them .   &   no matter what ; SHE COULDN’T BRING HERSELF TO KNOCK .

    how dare you think that it’s your place to present yourself   ! ?   how dare you think you have the right to visit her   ! ?   HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU MEAN SOMETHING TO HER   ! ?

     why had those thoughts lingered so long , forever haunting her every thought , every move ... it was like a parasite   —   CLINGING   &   DRAINING , tearing her emotions right through skin , rending membrane   &   tearing the threads of heart .

                                                                        A DULL ACHE .

     feet soon attempt getaway ; but the sound of heart beat rising through ears must have brought forth an ugly curse   —   there stood familiar face ; eyes , ever so lenient , gentle ...

               ❝ MISS. JAKUZURE , are you here to see LADY SATSUKI   ?   ❞

      a jerk ran from the base of spine , woven through nerves   —   the threading tight ; it forced a brief lump in her throat , tongue drying faster than desert sun .                ❝ SOROI   —   !   s-sorry , you startled me . ❞  a forced chuckle , dry in nature   —   virtuoso plastered on a bright smile ; FACADE . ❝ yeah , i was hoping to see SATSUKI-SAMA today ... is she feeling any better   ?   ❞ though smile tried desperately to remain , voice wavered   —   thoughts of HER face , the splash of resolve flooding from her eyes , burning out like wildfire   &   taken over by sickly coal .                                                           HOW HOPELESS DO YOU FEEL   ?                                                  YOU CAN’T EVEN HELP THE ONE YOU L O V E   !

                ❝ much the same , unfortunately . but i am certain she would allow you a visit , ❞ a brief pause , allowing time for continuation as he leaned into a whisper ; ❝ i think it would do her good , seeing a friend . ❞

                                                                             FRIEND .

      newfound hope in mind , virtuoso was lead inside familiar mansion   —   walls of white   &   gold , a flash of past ... JUNKETSU , RAGYŌ , riving her mind of every thought    &   disgust planted seeds of hatred `pon her mind .

       heavy feet carried her upstairs , light seeming to dim with each step taken   —   at the top lie multiple doors , she knew which one she sought , which one her legs would take lead to .         once again , she stood ; quivering hands , white knuckled   &   reddened palms , nails digging further into the crescents they created .

                                                                    OPEN THE DOOR .                                                                     OPEN THE DOOR .                                                                     OPEN THE DOOR .

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                 Satsuki Kiryuin |  Nonon Jakuzure | Shiro Iori | Hoka Inumuta |                   Ira Gamagōri |  Uzu Sanageyama | Ragyo Kiryuin | Nui Harime |                   Aikurō Mikisugi

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Kill la Kill.

双葉のタイコ 

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キルラキル落書きまとめ | かわ [pixiv] (x)

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「キルラキル23話ネタバレ」/「チキン野郎」のイラスト [pixiv]

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Kill la Kill character info.

↳ Ryūko Matoi

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⤷ ⨲ NUISANCE

                 ❝can’t you just SHUT UP ?❞ Nui had really tried to keep it down. This feeling of ANNOYANCE but she could not handle those ‘elite four’ always interrupting her, always interfering with her PLANS. ❝I just want to talk to Satsuki-Sama without YOU – you truly are displeasing to the EYE❞

@gloriatiia  starter call !

                ❝ says the one dressed up as a LOLITA . ❞ a quip , sharp as the tongue belonging to virtuoso   —   sharpened `pon whistle of flute , lacking restraint .

    standing ground , arms folded tightly   —   she was not about to let anyone through , let alone the likes of the GRAND COUTURIER .                 ❝ if SATSUKI - SAMA wishes to speak with you , she’ll make time . you’re not getting past , RUNT .❞

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"Dry your tears." Common imperative lacked usual firmness, eyes narrowed as if in worry; restless mind attempting to comprehend the events which had just occured. Extended hand offered her own towel; disregarding Soroi's protest. Why, she wondered, simply ignoring the open cut beneath distinct cheekbone; warm droplets that ran over smooth skin ere dripping down -- mother's nails had perhaps left a wound. But young warrior had different priorities. "Don't cry. Unless you are celebrating victory."

                ❝ it’s not fair , ❞ came credulous impression vocals , a hiccup   &   sob amongst the chase of breath .     tears stung at the brim of skin   &   fluid , threatening to once again pour over . WEAK was the mind of INNOCENCE , untrained   &   lacking discipline , unlike that of SUPERIOR .

                ❝ SATSUKI - CHAN shouldn’t be treated like that , not ever   !   how come RAGYŌ - SAMA is so mean   ?  ❞ come the rise of dawn , bruise would surely appear   —   a cloud of magenta , blemished across skin , cheek … though nothing compared to the flaw it would leave `pon porcelain maiden’s skin .

    free hand gathered the toil amongst coil of digits , daubing the comfort of gossamer to rose hues   —   drying eyes in tow , before offering the towel back .                ❝ you still have blood on your face , SATSUKI - CHAN .❞

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"Nonon. It was quite the STUNT you pulled back there, hm?" A MEETING had been arranged. Satsuki was chained up after failed attempt at matricide, former students had gone under the radar, at the director herself? She was glowing BRIGHTER then ever. Perhaps she took contact with her child's henchmen for the sake of GLOATING, perhaps merely to threaten — Ragyo preferred to leave certain matters up for interpretation. "Come in my way again..." A smile "and Satsuki's blood will be on your hands."

                 ❝   &   i would do it all over again if it meant bringing SATSUKI - SAMA VICTORY .❞ bold ; all things considered , a better choice of words would have been wise   —   too late now . “ oh well , ” she thought , an internal shrug , still very mindful of her place . she was no match for RAGYŌ , that much was certain .

                ❝ SATSUKI - SAMA isn’t as WEAK as you make her out to be ,❞ there was FEAR straining the tip of her tongue , quivering muscle swelling `tween the walls of throat    —   she couldn’t rescue SATSUKI , not now … she bit her tongue , halting the presence of anxiety .❝ of course , your fleeting mind can only come with age . HAG .❞

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