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He made a quick movement of his wrist and, suddenly, a skeletal horse cloaked in blue fire rushes to his side! He jumps right onto its back and controls the animal to push forward, the speed of which leaves a trail of ominous blue pyre at the wake of each thunderous echo of the deathly creature's hooves.

No one expected an assassin, more or less an executioner, to suddenly speed by on the grace of hell's steed.

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What was that? He thought he heard someone call his name just now. Must've been the wind, maybe?

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honestly theres always been something really wrong with me but whatever

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∽『 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 — 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 』∽

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Yes, she recalls that day.

Her gloved hands reaching out, pulling her dear beloved Executioner towards her. Looking at him with worried eyes, watching him unable to truly recall what exactly happened to him.

What happened to him in that nightmare that was all over now. The memory of it delicately wiped by the young girl who Marie would get to know of when the time was right.

The relief when she would pull him to hug against her. The grief of how close it would've been until Sanson would've been taken along with the rest of his memories.

That day, the Rider would shed tears of joy. Tears of relief. Tears of sadness, tears of worry. It mattered not what Sanson thought those tears would've meant, as long as she could keep him here with them.

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The words were indeed meant to be taken by one, but the surprised look on Sanson's face when Kotaro would offer the same in advance. The next time the situation calls for it? His mind flickered to the smaller moments of fighting before. The one instant he recalls was when all of them were fighting in the singularity of Solomon.

He recalls it as clear as day. The executioner looking back at him with a small nod, as if to affirm his request although unknowingly grasping the wrong memory he would never be able to recall.

"You won't have to worry about anything on my part, Kotaro, but if it eases your mind and brings you peace... then allow me to do this."

He stops where they're at and bows his head as if in prayer. His hands coming to gently grasp Kotaro's own, almost how a priest would when offering words of comfort for another person. He normally doesn't do this, but this specific occasion felt like it was needed.

"If there is anything that would ever detour me from my mission, and if there should be anything that would stack any odds against myself, I will not hesitate to reach out to you and Master first. No matter the circumstance, you have my word that I will do what I must in order to lift that worry off your shoulders. That, I can promise you as you have promised me in return."

He lets go of Kotaro's hands and nods at him.

"You're like family to me. Le cadet. I am not powerless now compared to my previous life, but this is where I make that change. Family sticks together, and I don't intend on betraying that trust no matter what is thrown our way.

✦ ─ ━ Ѕһɩɴоβɩ In his own time, one needs to think for themselves before anything else, and that sort of thinking still stands for him. He knows the risks that come with the job, and above else, if he needs to, he will put his life on the line for them, as to him their safety comes first.

A chuckle escaped him, hearing the other assassin's words there, the shinobi fully knows that the execturioner's words are always sincere whenever they talk. ❝I do hope that you also listen to your own words there next time if the situation calls for it for you there as well, then. If there happens to be a mission next time and things aren't in our favour outcome please do remember to rely on us as well. ❞

The last thing the shinobi needs right now is a repeat of what happened during Salem and Marie being really upset about it, no one wants to see the queen upset at all.

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He's flipping through a newspaper he happened to grab, his hand coming up to his mouth. "The Kira case, huh..." Interesting, but also terrifying. Just how much information will that rabbit hole lead him to?

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Send me "ovo" and I will tell you what kind of relationship I could see our muses having.

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what color does your love feel like? Feat. Muse: Kokichi Oma

deep staining red

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

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My personal vote for underrated Steven dialogue has to go to this paragraph from HGSS where he just rambles about how cool his pokémon are at you and then dips. I especially appreciate the little side tangent about hugging steel types that sounds suspiciously like he's speaking from experience <3

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They were paying a visit to Kunafa, and Nata, curious as ever, has found his way to the hatchery again, sitting and hunched over one of the eggs. He hears footsteps, and glances over his shoulder to see Alma making her approach. "Alma! Look!" He scoots over, making room for her to sit beside him. "There's an egg about to hatch!"

It sure has been busy ever since the last wrap up for the hunter's main missions. In fact, Alma had been so busy getting together her equipment in order to stock up and prepare that she hadn't had a moment of reprieve to check on Nata since the last time she had seen him.

Which is what led her to take her and her beloved Seikret on a short journey to Kunafa. With everyone handling every new and exciting discovery, she needed to make sure that Nata had been faring well before the next sandtide would hit.

Upon sliding off her Seikret, Alma immediately spotted Nata from the crowd sitting by the hatchery. The smell of hay and dust was more than welcoming as Alma's smile softened at the young boy at seeing him looking particularly excited over something quietly nudging in the nest.

A gasp-!

"Oh, Nata! Is it about to hatch?!" She had never seen the Seikret actually hatch and emerge out of their eggs yet before and already she began to slide onto her knees beside him. Her eyes twinkling in joy as she fought the urge to take her parcel out for note taking.

Notes can wait. Watching this miracle event was MUCH more important!

"What perfect timing, too! Nata, this is wonderful! Do you see that?" Her hand coming up to his forearm and nodding at a fracture in the egg, Alma's tone hushed to a whisper as a tiny little claw poked out from the shell. From within, the faintest of squeaks could be heard!

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A soft 'huff' escapes from her as Olivia, her arms crossed as she relaxes by shifting her weight onto one foot. The impression she had over the other hunter was definitely, quite used to be, a rookie to her when she first heard about her from Fabius. Although that opinion quickly changed the more the woman saw the other fight.

Truly, this hunter was an entirely different breed altogether. That's what Olivia liked about her so far, not one to hold back on anything fierce in the way in order to finish their goal at the end of the day.

"Fabius and I went over some catching up before taking our lead over here. He did mention that you were hand picked from your experience and knowledge. I can see what he meant by that." Olivia nodded her head in acknowledgement. Her eyebrow quirking along with the slight smile on her lips at the question Selena suggested to her.

With a quick gesture of her hand, they both settle a little ways from the water trickling down the rock. Not too far from it, but not too near either. Just in case anything unfortunate would come across them both while having a small chatter among themselves.

"Old? No, I wouldn't say that you're old. Unless if that's what you want to feel, then you're plenty old." Her hand comes up and (gently) clasps onto Selena's shoulder.

"Old is when you're ready to settle and make peace with the demons you've made while being on guard and protecting everyone from foreign threats, so i'd say you still have quite a young healthy life ahead of you. You're right for one thing, you can't keep throwing yourself at everything each time. That's why you got other hunters like me with you." A laugh, proud yet friendly.

"Come to think of it, do you find yourself solo-ing your hunts more than joining them with others?"

"Ah, was it Neko or Fabius that told you that story?" Selena leaned back. "I was crazy back then. Thinking after the whole Gora Magala thing I could take on anything. Took a lot of risks as a dumb kid." She wiped the sweat off her brow.

"I think I'm good to go sit for a while." Selena looked back at Oliva. "Can't throw myself at monsters back to back anymore. Mean I could, but I'd be feeling it in the morning. I sound old, don't I?"

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The devil hunter punched the air, clearly pumped up at the high rating of stars that Tania gave him! Oh HELL yea, he would have to shoot for more of those when they have the time to! Grinning, Nero takes his time to proudly let the air get to his head before waving off the 'yeah, I know i'm cool' mindset. Ego boosting is sooo dangerous when it comes to the devil hunter!

"Hm, I wonder if it's because I went a little too fast with switching between it." He flexes his fingers and thinks for a moment. At least now, he knows that there isn't anything too worrisome to take into consideration. The numbing feeling was no longer affecting it at all, so there's at least that.

"Next time, i'll try to be a little more assertive with it and see what it does. I remember when I did have my Devil Bringer, the exertion of that blue energy would get to a point where it would feel like my arm was straining, although it's nowhere near that same feeling yet."

A shrug, then he looks at Tania. Then, at the landscape. Oh- wow. She's fast at that.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want that happening. I would owe you one anyway for being there for me when I need something though, Tania. That whole gardening trick is impressive- I mean, you obviously have done more than just cleaning up the mess I made. You'll be fine?" He asks, a slight frown as he scratches his cheek. Sure, he himself doesn't know nor sense anything when it comes to the mysterious power from demons and fae.

"You would have to feel tired after all of that, huh? Or does using your power not bother you too much?"

Yeah she should have expected this from a descendent of Sparda, if they wanted to get any good, meaningful, training done she'd have to put in a lot more effort. That or bring in his uncle or father into the mix and she wasn't too keen on involving either of the two.

Oh well at least the kid seemed to be having fun and enjoying himself while he demolished her earth golems. And he put on a pretty damn good show too. Must run in the family.

"A solid 5/5 stars for style little Sapling!" She praises with a small applause. "Though the steamin' hand's a bit concerning. Did ya get too into it an overclock? We'll have to figure out a good balance for that." After finishing off her cigarette she walks over to get a better look at the arm.

As she did the terrain he destroyed would reshape and the flora would regrow as if he didn't tear everything apart moments ago. Her powers certainly came in handy when it came to cleaning up messes. "It's probably best we call it here, if I were to go any further right now with the magic I'd start lurin' in actual demons and I'm not too fond of the idea of my little sanctuary getting infested."

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What flower are you ? Feat. Muse: Kako Tsukumo

Globeflower

You’re easy-going, and well-rounded, not the type to box yourself into one aesthetic or genre. Come spring, you’re likely to be found staring into the depths of a garden pond, perhaps contemplating your own pretty face, or watching the reflections of bees and butterflies as they dart between the flowers or thinking about the bodies that lie beneath the damp of the bog where you have chosen to grow.

Feat. Muse: Nozomi Kirifuji

Bee Balm

Are you the kind to follow a bee across the garden unafraid and unconcerned? To race outside because there’s a hummingbird in the bird bath? Even in the dearth of winter, you hold out your hands and the birds alight, grateful for your generosity and kind heartedness. You’re quick to spread out, to take up space and become a presence wherever you're planted.

Feat. Muse: Hiruko Shizuhara

Bleeding Heart

Romantic with a flair for the dramatic, you prefer a life in the shade. Content to grow beneath the shadows of others success, you find your joys in the small things: a broken heart, a drop of blood, a little poison in your cup. You know there’s always some bitter with the sweet, some sadness with joy, and you revel in it.

Feat. Muse: Tsubasa Kawana

Marigold

The plow turns the earth, and you appear. Warm as the sun, and just as cheerful. You can make any day seem bright. You’re not fussy, and you can make the best of a bad situation. You’re keen to turn away pests at the door, and to burn bright while you can. For you, one summer is enough.

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He pounds the table and WHEEZES before looking up at a poor attempt to keep himself from stifling his laughter. It's no use, he HAS to let it out. So, quietly, he hisses through his teeth.

"Berried delight."

Another snort and loud laugh rips from him. Yeah, it's the simple and stupid shit like this that makes him lose it. Wonder where he heard that from?

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She's keeping some of those adorable little nui's and putting them at the hood of her car! That will surely help with her uneasiness and stress!