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@cypresus

UNOFFICIAL LADY …   such   a   sentiment   is   nearly   lost   on   her.   even   with   a   retinue   of   guards   ﹠   men   to   test   her   food   and   drinks   for   poison,   she’d   never   dare   think   she   was   so   important. never   dare   to   think   herself   equal   to   the   princely   yashiro   commissioner.      though   she   cannot   help   the   way   her   heart   softens   under   his   attention,   the   way   she   would   smile   in   a   way   that   was   almost   familiar   while   in   his   company.

golden   eyes      —      ever   observant,   ever   vigilant   (   of   the   way   people   look   at   her,   of   the   way   the   taste—testers   tremble   at   every   dinner,   of   the   smiles   ayato   gives   her   )      —      catch   the   curl   of   gloves.   she   can   only   imagine   the   paleness   of   the   knuckles   beneath   the   fabric.      lithe   limbs   reach   out   to   urge   him   to   relax,   and   there   is   no   fear   that   she   will   be   the   one   tainted.      phantom   voice   screams   at   her   ﹕   you   will   be   the   one   to   taint   him.   you   are   too   stained   for   a   prince.      that   voice,   so   shrill   and   grating,   causes   bile   to   rise   in   her   throat.   ﹠    she   is   far   too   late   once   her   mind   ceases   it’s   reeling,   watching   as   that   clenched   fist   is   hidden   within   his   pocket.

there   was   once   a   time   when   kiyoko   had   grand   dreams   of   stealing   her   prince   away.   of   running   off   to   the   island   of   pearl   ﹠    coral   and   living   in   a   cottage   by   the   sea.   of   course,   they   never   did.   they   had   grown   up      —      ayato   to   his   duties,   kiyoko   to   her   training.   but   never   once   had   her   dream   wavered.   of   being   devoted   to   kamisato   ayato,   to   love   him   until   the   day   she   died.

…   all   of   that   was   hidden   behind   a   dark   veil,   now.   just   beyond   her   reach.   but   true   devotion is the   one   that   the   mind   can   forget   is   always   kept   in   the   heart.   ﹠    nanamine   kiyoko   would   never   fall   in   love   with   another   as   long   as   she   lived.      it   would   always   be   ayato.

❝apologies,   ayato,❞      is   spoken   with   the   ghost   of   her   smile.   it   is   not   quite   the   wide   grin   of   her   past.   soft.   but   it   causes   the   gold   of   her  eyes   to   glitter.      ❝lady   ayaka   was   right   to   do   so.   you   spend   far   too   much   time   locked   away   in   there.   its   a   wonder   your   household   has   not   forgotten   your   beautiful   face.❞

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@cypresus

NANAMINE   KIYOKO   IS   OF   NO   USE   to   the   tri—commission   …   at   least,   in   her   own   mind.      what   use   could   such   a   noble   family   have   for   the   woman   who   could   not   remember   her   past   ﹖   but   it   at   the   insistence   of   the   commissioner   that   she   is   welcome      —      that   she   can   rest   easy   in   the   kamisato   estate.

it   is   that   very   same   commissioner   that   gives   her   such   sad   smiles.   the   one   who   was   beside   her   when   she   awoke,   bandage   ‘pon   her   head   ﹠   yellowing   bruises   upon   her   flesh.

she   is   dressed   in   such   finery,   and   some   distant   part   of   her   thinks   it   feels   wrong.   like   she   should   be   in   rags   stained   with   grass   ﹠   blood.   like   her   hair   should   be   a   mess,   difficult   to   run   a   brush   through   once   the   sun   sets.   she   is   pristine.   golden   eyes   lacking   something,   but   she   cannot   quite   place   what.

she   walks   beside   the   commissioner      —      a   prince   among   men,   the   lord   of   the   house.   the   man   by   whose   grace   she   has   a   home   ﹠   clothing   ﹠   a   warm   meal   whenever   she   should   wish   it.      any   moment,   he   could   rip   it   away   from   you.      but   still,   he   stands   beside   her.   never   seems   to   stray.   and   she,   for   the   life   of   her,   cannot   figure   out   why. what   use   could   such   a   nobleman   have   for   her      —      a   woman   with   only   a   name   ﹖

❝kamisato—sama,❞      she   says,   and   still   cannot   bring   herself   to   call   him   ayato   unless   he   asks.   unless   he   implores   her   to   use   his   given   name   like   a   man   begging   for   a   nostalgia   only   he   is   familiar   with.       ❝surely   there   must   be   better   uses   of   your   time.❞

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@euthemia

DIVINE   PRIESTESS   OF   WATATSUMI   ISLAND,   the   most   worthy   ﹠   pure   vessel   for   the   serpent—god.   holy   lady,   the   people   of   watatsumi   worshiping   at   her   feet.   it   is   through   her   that   their   god   will   return,   it   is   through   her   grace   ﹠   leadership   that   they   will   return   to   their   roots.

it   is   an   open   secret   that   the   priestess   is   not   the   angelic   being   she   appears   to   be.   the   visage   of   their   soft,   darling   heart   can   be   deceiving      —      gentle   mannerisms   ﹠   tender   words   hid   the   truth.   their   almighty   ruler   had   teeth   coated   in   blood.         sacrifice   yourself   to   lady   sangonomiya.   allow   her   to   drink   from   you.   allow   her   to   take   your   life. the   GOD   CURSE   flows   from   her,   vessel   for   the   wrath   of   god.   the   people   of   watatsumi   would   willingly   kill   ﹠   die   for   her.

﹠   they   have.   the   corpses   of   the   shogunate   lie   on   the   beaches   beside   the   corpses   of   the   rebellion.   the   smell   of   the   rot   reminds   both   sides   of   the   horrors   of   war.   sangonomiya   kokomi   delights   in   knowing   that   her   rebellion   had   died   willingly.

can   the   shogunate   say   the   same   ﹖   or   were   they   motivated   by   their   fear   of   the   shogun,   too   afraid   to   not   fight   for   her   ﹖

never—ending   stare   of   the   priestess   meets   the   incarnation   of   lightning.   even   in   peacetime   it   is   tense,   the   will   of   the   watatsumi   no   mikoto   hissing   ﹠   gnashing,   snapping   teeth   and   urging   her   to   kill.   kokomi,   however,   is   no   captive   to   the   god’s   will.   and   so   she   shows   that   quiet,   serene   smile.      she   does   not   bow.

❝shogun—sama,❞     the   perfect   blend   of   disdain   and   faux   reverence.      ❝what   an   honor   to   see   you   outside   the   palace.❞

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flesh began to knit itself back together, piece by terrible piece until nothing was left except for the tracks where rivulets flowed to leave its stain upon pristine sheets. THIS SYMBOL OF DIVINITY, one that was never meant for the spare, was detestable. THE RAIDEN SHOGUN ❪ 雷電将軍 ❫.

𝓼tained by the blood rain ﹙ XUEYU ╱ 血雨 ﹚. she / he. twenty. dead dove content prevalent. plus eight timezone. perpetually low in activity. side — blog.

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enchanted   by   𝓫irds  ﹠  𝓫lossoms  ﹔  he   wanders     the   moonlit   path.      from   原神   genshin   impact.   a   private,   independent   portrayal.        highly─sel.   influenced by personal head—canons.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓼incerely   𝔂ours,   KAIEN.

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⠀ #UNPIETIES. ⠀ ⠀ an ⠀ independent ⠀ and ⠀ semi ⠀ ─ selective ⠀ portrayal ⠀ of ⠀ kazuha’s ⠀ friend, ⠀ dubbed ⠀ kitain ⠀ tomodachi. ⠀ THE ⠀ YASHIORI ⠀ GUARDIAN ! ⠀ tatarigami ⠀ slayer. ⠀ resurrected ⠀ by ⠀ maverick ⠀ ❪ ⠀ otherwise ⠀ called ⠀ kirby ⠀ ❫. ⠀ interactions ⠀ welcomed, ⠀ but ⠀ please ⠀ read ⠀ doc ⠀ beforehand !

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﹠ place asters upon my grave. an independent, multi—muse roleplay account featuring both canon ﹠ original characters from video games, films, television, literature, etc.

a study in, among other things, the art ﹠ tragedy of creation, the stardust in the soul, bonds of blood ﹠ those we stitch ourselves, the ship of theseus, ﹠ dying to become divine. as such, potentially triggering topics may be explored, however all will be tagged accordingly.

as 𝓼cripted by 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘. she ╱ they. twenty—one. central standard time zone ( — six ). more information can be found here.