#; hitotsutoya .

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@hitotsutoya said: ❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜ (Muzan to either Enmu or Akaza!!!)

enmu is what one would call ... obsessive. there was few he cared about, but when it came to muzan -- he was at attention. if she said jump, he asked how high. if she wanted hundreds dead, he wouldn't stop until he went above and beyond. anything for her praise, for her approval.

so of course, enmu feels grateful. he feels more than grateful as muzan holds out a hand. slowly, enmu lifts up muzan's hand to his lips to press a kiss to it. divine. she was divine.

" what have i done to earn such an honor? " he purrs, blue eyes glancing up at muzan -- cheshire like smile on his face.

OLD MEME. / not accepting!

[demonslayedher]

A Few Folk Songs in KnY

"Koyama no Kousagi"

This is a children's song from Saga Prefecture (far from the Kamado household, but close to where Gotouge is from). Kie liked learning recipes from other regions, so it's not surprising she'd have picked up other cultural tidbits too.

Listen to the song here.

"Miya-san, Miya-san" (Ton'yare-bushi)

This was a song supporting the new government in the Boshin War (1868-9), and it was a popular song in the early Meiji period. That would make it an oldie by at least four decades by the time Mitsuri is singing it, but the song remains popular enough that it has long been used for a brand of miso in commercials in the San'in region.

Listen to the song here.

Or listen to me attempt it Mitsuri-style.

"Hitotsutoya: O-Shougatsu no Kazueuta"

Folk songs to sing around New Years, as well as songs to count along with games, were popular and numerous, and this was both. You could think of it like a Christmas song to skip rope to. As the lyrics go up by one number at a time, they sing about New Year decorations, auspiciously evergreen pine in particular.

Listen to the song here.

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@hitotsutoya said: " can i hold you ? " (From giyuu to kyo!!!!)

winter missions were always brutal. demons weren't as effected in the cold as they were. kyojuro was never usually cold, always radiating heat. but even she was finding this coming cold brutal. the wisteria house they had found themselves in had a place to warm up, thankfully. but kyojuro still found herself shivering, blanket wrapped around her tight.

giyuu seems to notice the shivering. a suggestion from his lips -- can i hold you? firey eyes blink. silently, she scoots closer. she rests her chin on giyuu's shoulders as his arms come to wrap around her. there's more warmth now -- a soft sigh leaving her lips as a smile comes onto her face.

" this is lovely, " she mumbles. " i may fall asleep here, as a fair warning. "

OLD MEME. / not accepting!

[distrxst]

' explain it to me . '

a raised brow and a slight shift in his gaze . resilience ,, a key piece of the flame pillars admirability , of his character , was not something to be wasted on the man that was giyuu tomioka . yet here he was ,, wasting valuable time trying to pry open a damned rotten oyster shell . there was a point at which persistence was fruitless , and it was better to leave the inadequate where he was content to remain and be about your day . but of course , kyojuro rengoku kept on-a-prying -- of course he did . ( why ? )

" not much to explain . i'm unworthy of my title . simple enough . "

teeth worry his bottom lip , a pinch to his own skin , a reprieve to his own self inflicted frustration . he doesn't get it . the flame pillar has no reason to get it . to understand giyuu's disgusting truth . stop pressing , he'd like to say -- it feels like the other pillars hand is hovering over a much to tender bruise , one that giyuu would like to swat his hands away from ; the mere thought of pressure making him ache with a familiar bitterness .

" there's nothing right about why i'm still here . " brows furrow and he huffs . it isn't even that farfetched , giyuu thinks . his survival is a mistake - a fact in his eyes . he's survived on his own sure , lasted this long ,, but a hashira who didn't even pass final selection was laughable . it's a harsh truth , and the way that the flame hashira is looking at him , giyuu feels like a bug having each leg pulled off . looking at him and expecting anything but intensity was a mistake -- so giyuu looks away once more . being stared at like that caused a bit of discomfort . too close , too vulnerable .

" you don't get it . "

quiet , with the expected sigh . giyuu doesn't expect him to . kyojuro is honorable , bright , an optimist ,, all things that giyuu is not . there is no bright side when you're drowning - but he can't expect the flame pillar to get why he thinks like that . gaze drifts back down to his hands - calloused , scarred , nail's chipped and skin marred by years of swordwork . hands that are unworthy of being called his own .

" i'm not much of a good memorial . i do my job and then i eventually die . that's it . " another sigh . his voice is flat . he's tired . " i'm not like you . "

  something tugs deep within the flames chest. it aches like a torn muscle. dual toned hues worriedly glance at the man of waves. they glance.. and somehow see through. The lingering looks of fear, worry, distrust any time someone got too close. Kyojuro saw it all. though never speaking on the matter do to the others constant "stick up his ass" demeanor. but perhaps they all had it wrong. perhaps deep down he was afraid to lose someone else. Just who had he lost though? What made the infamous water pillar so weary of simple friendship?

  なぜ彼はそんなに怖かったのか?

❝           Then explain it to me. I know i talk all the time, but i can listen when need be ❞

  There is no hidden agenda within his words. No sting of iron, or malice. Nothing but mild curiosity. A curiosity Kyo knows he should squash, but… if he didn’t ask now… then when would he find the time to do so? fireish hues continue to observe the hashira before him. a tilt of his head, brows furrowing downwards as he does so. doubt settles in his belly. making it churn and slosh uncomfortable. Was it really that bad? For Tomioka-san to not even look at him...

  the words spoken next illicit even the smallest spark of confusion. didn't belong? misplaced? that had to be incorrect. ❝           Tomioka… that's… Surely that cannot be. You have rightfully earned your place among us. ❞ a pause as the sigh reaches his ears. Bottle blues finally meet his own, and he frowns at the smallest of emotions swimming in them.

❝           I refuse to believe it. That person sacrificed themselves for you. should you not be trying to live up to their image? Instead of having this... ❞ hands move to motion in the direction of the others body. ❝           This.. pity party? I hate to put it bluntly, but that person died so you could live. So you could carry on. Living and sharing their memories.❞