#[ // thank u for replying to the meme (: ]

[acetier]

"feel free to ask literally anything about torin!" Oh Boy I don't want to spam ur inbox with TOO MUCH bc he and varre live in my head rent free so for now I will ask the most pressing thing on my mind....... torin overthrows mohg as per your first post about them, right? How do you think varre reacted to that???? I can never imagine killing mohg would go over too smoothly with him, so I'm curious if/how torin was able to win him over!!

"I'll ensure you regret this, my lambkin..."

((aftermath under the cut))

it didn't go over smoothly at all, aka torin is once again reminded that his actions have consequences and those consequences are rarely (if ever) good :'^D varre's still fanatically loyal to mohg and views any attack against his master as an attack against himself, so torin killing mohg would be an unforgivable betrayal.

i ended up killing varre at the end of his questline in my first playthrough haha. i think for them to have a (sort of?) happy ending as they are now, torin would need to be content with serving the dynasty alongside varre and abandoning the rest of his quest (which he isn't willing to do as part of what drove him to varre in the first place is his desire for revenge and he can't give that up so easily).

on the other hand if you want to imagine a scenario where varre ends up surviving, he and torin would need to go their separate ways for a while. when they meet back up it'd be after torin resolves his quest for vengeance and comes to terms with his losses and also probably after he's burned the erdtree (and melina). by then they've both been through the wringer and are so Tired of it all that it's easier to fall back into comforting old habits with each other. it'd still take them a while to fully reconcile tho :'^)

[hourcat]

piarles + night 🫶🫶🫶

Charles' laughter has faded quietly in the breeze, although Pierre can still feel him practically thrumming beside him; the night air is warm and inviting, the stars above them stretching out beyond infinity in ways that they often miss whenever they're traveling between races, the chirp of distant nightlife the only sound between them that isn't their muted, easy laughter.

This is the first loop where this has happened to Pierre--to them.

Somehow, some way, this is the first time Pierre has managed to corral Charles away from the buzz of their race day in Monza; he can't count the number of loops he's lived through, died in, and yet here and now it feels as though something monumental has shifted in him--in the universe itself.

Beside him, Charles shifts so that his elbow bumps the side of Pierre's head: he laughs and doesn't even bother apologizing, because Pierre knows that he knows the only thing he'll find when he rolls over to look is amusement and fondness on Pierre's face--he's got some semblance of self awareness, at least.

"Squid," he mumbles, cheeks still a little darkened from the wine they'd had before, "you know they're going to kill us when they find us out here," and then shakes his head like he's got some inside joke with himself; Pierre's tongue feels too heavy in his mouth to tell him the truth, that their teams will never find them out here tonight because tomorrow morning, none of it will have happened.

send me a ship and a word and i'll write you five sentences <3

[poswiecenia]

@yunarise - i won't let anything happen to you. / xiao for lumine! \ FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT

( 🌙 )      THE GOLD THAT    cracked against her skin finally dissipate as the star sluggishly begun to move   ,   assuming that xiao had found her in a   less than ideal situation   ---   though who could ignore a   pillar   of light rising to celestia and   not    take it as a negative.   he was tasked in protecting liyue   ;   him coming to investigate what on teyvat the damned light was and finding   her   would have been a bit of a surprise.

LUMINE SWALLOWS ROUGH    as fingers dug into blades of grass   ,   her dulled senses making her feel like she was under water   –   a feeling she never got used to whatsoever.   ugh   . .

    ❝     I   ----   JUST GIVE   me a minute.   i'll be okay   . .   sorry xiao   . .   you needn't have come out   looking for me.   s - sorry for worrying you over   nothing.    ❞    her chuckle is tired yet sheepish as she looked back down toward the ground.

GET UP.

SHE CAN'T.   SHE'S   so tired.   while she doesn't feel like her whole self was   melting anymore she   . .   almost wished it did.   she'd be able to feel most of herself right now ; everything felt so   numb.

[ahogechef]

"they'll never forget you after that."

the child-like demon seemed to like kaede! alice runs off with a few treats that chef prepared for her outer-worldly tea party. her eerie yet cheerful giggle fades as she walks away from the two.... the chef was curious about this parallel tokyo, it being dangerous, chihiro opts to bringing her to a demon haunt, where his demon team and himself were away from the more harsher areas. "you’re so brave. befriending demons as a human... they can't get pretty snarky with me. but alice needed a friend and she's a good kid, despite all the whole 'die' for me thing." @azure-summoner

@azure-summoner !!!!

{ Praising Her!!! }

"Aww, you think so? I'm so happy I could become friends with Alice and make her treats for her tea party~!" She waves goodbye to Alice after handing her the basket of treats, before shouting out her to her: "Have fun, Alice! I hope you and everyone will enjoy the treats!" A plentiful amount, that should surely satisfy all the demons who will enjoy it.... And Kaede likes Alice, too: so she was very much happy the child warmed up to her and was delighted at the treats...

Looking back up at Chihiro once Alice disappeared in the distance, her smile warms at his words, cheeks turning a light pink. "E-Ehehe....thank youuu..." A parallel world of Tokyo riddled with demons: something one would think Kaede would never want to see, but she was far too curious, so she begged Chihiro to bring her here. But even as she was brought to the safer areas, it was still so hard to believe that this was all real.... and that Chihiro was a demi-god, who can change his form completely and everything! She thinks he looks really cool... (and super hot and pretty, too, but she always thinks he does, anyway!) And if she wasn't already a smitten mess: him protecting her the whole while until they reached safety, only made her fall for him harder...

"But of course! Uehara-kun's friends are my friends, too! I could never be scared of them... hahaha, that just shows they really love you! She is!! I'm so happy she accepted me as a friend... Heheh, I guess it's just her thing? Really though, I never imagined I would make so many demon friends, too... but it's such a nice surprise! They're not all scary as they seem.... just like us, they all have their own personalities, thoughts, what they like, don't like... You truly have a wonderful team of demons, Uehara-kun.... I just know they feel reassured, having someone as strong and cool as you recruiting them, hehehe! Especially in a crazy world like this! I want to befriend all the demons you make friends with, too, okay? Just like with Alice! And then, I'll continue to make even more treats for everyone, hehehe! And for you as well, of course! And Aogami-san! I'm gonna go alll out for you guys, hehehe~!"

[ahogedetective]

— cupping their jaw

@91cmspoilers

(( izuru is takin a v good look at ur eyes sushi... u got very pretty ones and he always gets lost in them >:3 ))

@91cmspoilers !!!!!!

{ appreciating physical traits prompts }

"...So yeah, I really recommend you read this title because it's very engaging right from th.... ah...!" The excited rambling he was doing to Izuru about a new book he had been recently reading, was replaced by the soft gasp of surprise that left his lips, when he cups Shuichi's jaw.

"O...Oh....ahh.....I-Izuru..senpai...?" He was gazing right into his eyes.... making his face heat up and his heart start thumping rapidly in his chest. Those red eyes that Shuichi found just as pretty, locked onto his own. Making whatever he probably would have wanted to say, unable to leave his lips. Though... Shuichi didn't mind this at all, of course... and in fact, instictivtly found himself leaning more into his hand, gaze never wavering from Izuru's.

"I...If you look at me like this, I-I...." Was definitely going to make his heart explode. Well, Izuru was always able to do that to this boy. Not that he happily minds that all, of course...

[msmargaretmurry]

ohhh for the writing meme, i loved the tkachuk family dynamic so much in haw. how would you write a tkachuk centric or brady and matthew sibling centric fic?

oh gosh, i love this ask because i've been SO deep in my siblings feelings the past few days. just verklempt about them. they love each other so much, brady is so proud and full of joy for matthew, matthew is so ready to pull brady up and sing his praises even in this moment when the spotlight is so rightfully his own! 😭😭😭

i think these cup celebrations might actually be a really good place for this kind of fic? brady as a little bit of an outsider pov to the win and the chaos (except how often he too is in the chaos), thinking about this time last year having to help matthew out of bed with his broken sternum, just reflecting on the whole journey and occasionally being seized with longing at how bad he wants this for himself. and how he knows if he ever gets close matthew will be there for him too, believing in him. (and also maybe a little bit of brady at outsider pov to matthew/panther pairing of your choice) (i can't decide if my choice is sasha or benny i just love an outsider pov)

(also thank u for your kind words about the ratfam dynamic in haw, i loved writing the family parts and especially the brothers parts so much <3)

[rewrittenwrongs]

Am very interested to hear more abt your WIPs

Akxjsonssnsjs okay okay! So.

The first WIP called Black bird fly! It’s a Tim-centric time travel fix it where Mr Mxyzptlk sends Tim back in time, saving his life as thanks for when he, Kon and Bart helped him. Most of the chapters are gonna be in Tim’s POV, the time he lands in is gonna be about a day before Jason’s death, so Tim in all his feral ‘I’m probably dead so there won’t be any consequences’ flies to Ethiopia and saves Jason himself. There’s a lot of found family, a lot of grief/mourning surrounding the old timeline, and everyone in the new timeline being concerned by all the trauma symptoms he displays. I’ve finished the first two chapters and most of the third, but I haven’t begun posting yet because I want to finish more chapters so I can post once a week, because I don’t trust myself to not touch it for three months as soon as I start posting. The paragraph I shared was from the third chapter, where Bruce is flying Tim (asleep) back to Gotham on the batplane (he called Wally to get Jason to Leslie quick as possible). It’s my main WIP and the fic I spend most my writing time on, and I’ve daydreamed enough ‘backstory’ for Tim to write like seven multi-chapters set in the old timeline…

The second WIP doesn’t have an offical name, and the only one I’ve come up for it so far is Future days of death, not because it makes much sense regarding plot but because it sounds cool. It’s a crossover between DC and Fablehaven, because I recently finished reading Dragonwatch and the world building is giving me IDEAS. I have a LOT of different ideas as to where the plot goes, and I haven’t written a lot of it, but it’s largely Constantine and Captain Marvel (/Shazam) centric, with a good focus on batfam and the Fablehaven characters. The idea that sparked this WIP was Constantine being captured by the Sphinx and kept in his dungeon where he meets Bracken. I also have a vague idea where he convinces Seth not to heal the demon whose name I don’t know how to spell and the three of them escape the dungeon with all of the artefacts, but that doesn’t fit with my other ideas, which is mostly the JL thinking Constantine is dead and freaking out and Captain Marvel knowing Something Is Up. I also like to think Coulter and Alfred were old tea buddies, and I have ideas abt Constantine being magically put to sleep and Vanessa taking control and saving his life. I’m also tempted to make Seth and Kendra school friends with Kon so he has Tim investigate Kendra’s disappearance/death, which would be an interesting can of worms.

The third WIP is one I’m writing for the @/wipbigbang, a Tim-centric Coraline AU. It takes place right after Red Robin, and he finds the door to the other mother (other father in this case, the bedlam takes the form of Bruce) like his second day back in the manor. It’ll follow the plot of the book pretty closely. Lot of family angst and trust issues and stuff, and I will address Tim’s interaction with Nyssa al Ghul because if no one else does then I’ll do it myself. It’ll have more interactions with the family post-defeating the bedlam and will definitely have a happy ending. I haven’t written a whole lot of it and right now the paragraph I shared is probably my fave ‘cause of how funny I find it.

[wnterslder]

say it with me: we DON’T need to make a verse for the b.oys and b.g3 , we DON’T need to make a verse for the b.oys and b.g3 …

[saintbleeding]

number 14 for the ask game, I think. sorry to perpetuate the Horrors of these asks xoxoxo

14: that one thing you see in fics all the time

hang on ok no wait listen. listen BIG disclaimer that like. i think this is a thing that is very personal to people and im literally not looking to change anybody's mind on the topic.

however.

jmart pet names that i do not agree with !!!

like. look. ok. everyone can do whatever but. my ideas on this topic are so incredibly incredibly specific. but it's also not at all going to break the immersion if im enjoying something and someone slips in a pet name i don't picture for them. like. it's truly whatever. but i will also have a thought of OPE I WOULDN'T HAVE USED THAT ONE PERSONALLY.

[karlachismylife]

I saw your post about your gender feelings. Hang in there, bud.

If it helps, I was once told that no cis person ever questions "what they are", they just are. I get the imposter syndrome though, and the disconnect between your day to day and a small haven of peace where you can be yourself. I come from a conservative background, without any of the queer influences I enjoy today.

We're constantly growing, constantly learning new things about ourselves; I think that's part of the journey of being queer, rather than any indication you don't belong or aren't queer enough. You have a significant added challenge in exploring too and I hope one day they're gone. Much love and solidarity to queer Russians. 💜🤍💛💚

Already was on the brink of tears and now am crying, mate

Thank you, that thing about cis people not questioning kinda helped actually. I was told same about mental health issues (at least those can be confirmed with a paper and a stamp, huh). So i guess yeah. True. It's just the terf rhethoric about being confused and actually just seeking a way around patriarchy and all that bullshit that gets under my skin.

I'm happy you're free from those things in your past though, gonna live out my gay dreams through you and your art then, lol <3

I think another thing that is gnawing at me is that I am actually priviledged (and/or lucky). I had a lot of queer experiences that many other queer people here are absolutely robbed of. So it feels as if I'm kinda taking what they deserve more. Or that I can't be grateful enough for being able to have these things while others can't because I'm out here not even knowing what I am.

Anyway. Love wins. And we're here, proud and queer.

Love you 1969 times, thank you.

[crossbackpoke-check]

re your notes on the mack post: oh. my. gosh and also 100% AGREED 😵‍💫

(he and will are both ******* those old men lbr)

- @bondedpairs

sometimes i have brief moments of introspection in which i wonder whether or not there are things better left in my drafts and usually i say fuck it we ball and then we DO ball and i love y’all for that. would you still love me if i whip out my footnotes and references

FOOTNOTES:

*somewhere in there is an aside about mack having to think about joe stroking somebody ELSE’s dick on the bench and having a panic about it.

**i DO see the will smith mackelini celebrini ?!;&/‘os everyone has been posting. that is the devil talking as in i cannot become invested or else it will ruin me. f1vegas you are NOT forgiven for putting ‘the tk/pat parking garage vibes of it’ in front of my eyes like my! god! i do NOT WANT TO KNOW THE NARRATIVE (too compelling i think. too much to get into with the bc(?)/bu rivalry and zeev buium was there and there’s another shark too somewhere??. i can’t care about a fish a MACKEREL you guys and will smith is not allowed to be my sharks bicycle because the team whoré borde already exists!!) where i was trying to go is sometimes you both fuck the same old man and he’s like. losers. get a polycule. and they end up together (obviously to me jumbo is in an ???? with patty and burnsie)

ABBV. REFERENCES:

ro’s other post where mack says to “ask smitty about [hunting cougars]” (src: holyjost)

ko’s transcript of fun facts from the interview that made me too endeared. girl nobody made you take advertising courses?? change your major

aforementioned f1vegas post. this is by tags alone because after reading that i was not capable of watching the video

[imvgincs]

[ WOUNDED ] Kyumin & Jinx

. 𓇬 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 .

PROMPT: sender arrives at the receiver's door with considerable injuries, in dire need of help and emergency care that only the receiver is either trusted enough or convenient enough to provide.

when the knock came at her door, sooji already knew it was ash. her powers had drawn a familiar map of tension and conflict in her mind, yet when she opened the door, nothing had prepared her for the sight of him. kyumin—ash—stood there, his usual air of dominance stripped away, replaced by something unrecognizable. bruises marred his skin, dark patches blooming like painful confessions across his body. he was shattered, in a way that felt irreversible, and a cold dread unfurled in her chest.

this wasn’t him. this wasn’t the kyumin who carved paths of destruction, who fought her with fire in his eyes and never let anyone see the cracks beneath the surface. but now, those cracks were wide open, and the man standing before her was a shadow, a fragile echo of everything he used to be. before she could even breathe, he stumbled forward, collapsing into her arms, as if all the strength had left him.

her heart lurched, pounding like a broken thing as she instinctively caught him. the weight of his body was heavy, too real, too wrong. her fingers gripped his waist, a desperate attempt to keep him steady, but when she felt the warmth of his blood seep through his shirt, her breath hitched. the red was stark against her skin, vivid, undeniable—she was holding him together, and he was falling apart.

"get inside," she ordered, her voice sharp with panic she didn’t want to feel. she dragged him into her apartment, the place that had seen more of their battles than their silences. but tonight, it was quiet. too quiet. as she lowered him onto the couch—the one he’d mocked her into getting—a lump formed in her throat. she hated him. she hated him for coming to her like this, for bleeding in her hands, for being the only one who could ever make her feel this helpless.

she hated herself even more for caring.

the words she wanted to say—accusations, insults, anything to push him away—stayed locked inside her. instead, she muttered, “stay.” the word almost instinctive, like a lifeline thrown into a storm. she dashed to the kitchen, rummaging beneath the sink for the first aid kit that felt like an artifact from a different life. the familiar action sparked memories of tending to jojo or zak, but this time, her hands trembled. healing them had felt like a privilege; with ash, it felt like a burden. the recollections of old battles and friends flooded her mind. she tried to remind herself, they’d all gotten hurt before. she’d patched up plenty of wounds. but this… this was different.

when she returned, she found him still sitting there, his eyes dull, his breathing labored. the sight made her chest tighten painfully, her hands trembling as she knelt beside him. as she worked, the air between them thickened, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe. each hiss of pain from him made her flinch, though she tried to hide it.

finally, she broke. "what happened?" her voice was small, almost pleading, a sound she hadn’t meant to make. the vulnerability terrified her. he was the last person she wanted to see her like this—shaken, unraveling, powerless. but the silence between them, stained with his pain and her unspoken fears, threatened to swallow her whole.

her gaze met his, and for a moment, everything stopped. she wanted to scream at him for being reckless, for coming to her like this. for ending up like this in the first place. but instead, she continued her work in the cloud of silence. he needed more than what she could do for him in this moment, she couldn't help but hate that fact too.

“i hate you,” she whispered, but the words cracked, betraying the lie she’d been telling herself for so long.

[hourcat]

piarles + Bodyguard AU 🥰

10. Bodyguard AU

Pierre doesn't seem big enough for a bodyguard.

Not that Charles is complaining, of course, by any means—he knows, as royal lineage, that there's always a risk to his safety on at least some level whenever he's out in public, and he's mostly come to terms with that. But when his mother had introduced him to the bodyguard that the family had hired for his protection, he'd almost laughed out loud, because…

Well. Pierre looks like a normal guy. He's quiet, introduces himself with a nod, and Charles thinks immediately that he could be a stranger he bumps into in a coffee shop, not a man trained in god knows how many defensive arts meant to protect someone.

He's muscular, sure, but nothing to write home about. And like—Charles is taller than him. Not by much, of course, and sometimes when Pierre is standing alongside him it feels like he's towering, but side-by-side, he is taller. What's the point of a bodyguard who is shorter than you? George, one of his mother's assistants, is at least a head taller than him, and seems almost as fit as Pierre seems to be.

Not that Charles has been looking, of course. But on afternoons where they spend the day in the sun, Charles has seen Pierre take off his blazer and knows that the expanse of his back is broad and built, muscles flexing beneath the pressed white dress shirt and looking…fit. That's all Charles can allow himself. He doesn't care about his security team, end-of.

But they're stuck in traffic on a Friday night, lights from the road around them splashing across his bodyguard's face, and Charles can't help but think that he looks out of place, almost: sitting here across from him in the limousine, sunglasses on even inside the car, expression carefully neutral. He could be an influencer, maybe: the cut of his jaw is too sharp and, frankly, attractive to be wasting away in the private security business.

"What made you want to do this?" Charles asks, setting his phone face-down on the seat beside him. Pierre doesn't hear him, apparently—Charles clears his throat, raises an eyebrow as his bodyguard stirs at that, brows climbing over his sunglasses. "Be a bodyguard. Why'd you do it?"

Pierre shrugs. "It is what I'm good at," he says simply, pressing the earpiece further into his ear.

But that's not nearly the satisfying answer Charles had been hoping for. "But you don't look—" Pierre lowers his sunglasses for a moment, fixing Charles with a look that can only say what do you mean rather intimidatingly, and he changes his tune. "Sorry, I mean. You look like you should be a YouTuber or something, not…"

Pierre, shockingly, smiles. Or, well, it's more of a smirk than anything, but it's more emotion than he's seen from the man since he'd been hired. Charles' breath catches. He's…kind of hot. "Should I be flattered that you think I'm not ugly, Mr. Leclerc?" The younger man swallows. "Many people that look like me are more than just pretty faces." Pierre winks and Charles thinks he's just about swallowed his tongue.

"Oh," he manages, stupidly. "Are you ex-military?" Truthfully, he hadn't gotten around to reading the man's credentials even if they'd been sitting at his desk for months, and he hopes he doesn't come across as rude. It's just…something about the mystery of his bodyguard's aura is crawling under his skin, and Charles is nothing if not a picker.

Pierre's amusement dies in an instant. Features stoic once more, sunglasses back up properly on his face, Charles watches whatever opening of understanding he'd worked on zip shut. "Yes," he answers, voice even once more. Then, before Charles can inquire further, he continues. "You should review that speech while you have the time, Mr. Leclerc. The benefit will be waiting on you the moment we arrive, as traffic doesn't seem to be letting up."

Ah, right. The stupid benefit he's being forced to attend because Lorenzo is out of town. He opens his mouth to counter Pierre's suggestion, but doesn't get a chance to voice his thoughts because the car jerks to a stop, much harder than normal on-off traffic. The two of them lurch in their seats, Charles grabbing at his seatbelt haphazardly for a moment before they settle.

"Sorry," the voice from the driver's seat says, filtering through the partition. "There's some kind of hold-up ahead—"

And then the ringing sound of what could be gunshots fill the tunnel around them, and oh. Charles swallows thickly. "Um," he starts, and then doesn't continue because the sound gets a little closer and in a second, Pierre's got a hand firmly on his arm, tugging him forward and onto the floor of the limo. Charles goes easily. The gunshots—they must be gunshots, Pierre wouldn't be doing this if they weren't—are loud, now, and he's fucking shaking. Shaking. He's driven through this tunnel countless times and hasn't even considered an incident like this as a possibility.

"Charles," Pierre says, low and firm, and Charles snaps to his attention, staring at his bodyguard's face. "Stay down. We will be fine, I promise." He scoots closer, leans over so that his body is closer to Charles' than it ever has been before, and he's warm. "Just stay down." Pierre's hand is now resting just between Charles' shoulders, big and almost comforting as it eases him further to the floor.

Any lingering concern about his size is long forgotten.

[eternasci]

🌵 my worst roleplay memory

MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY. ★

so here's the thing. i have a lot. i have a lot. i have told people numerous stories and everyone thinks i'm bullshitting until they become my friend and witness it happening in real time. i just have an overall bizarre existence i opt not to talk about. i genuinely don't even know what would count as the worst anymore.

there's some that are objectively 'what the fuck,' like when i was nine and a grown ass man started to do noncon rp with my wolf oc at the time, or just some where i simply made some of the worst abusive friends known to man and had to crawl my way out of that hole. maybe it's the time someone came into my dms and sent me porn of a char i know going "i love chocolate girls hehehehe" because my char was also dark skinned. the one where someone cloned that same girls design in the middle of their blog and tried to pass it off as theirs was pretty bonkers too.

i truthfully have lost sight of what is the "worst" because i've been unfortunately desensitized to all of this. my life honestly makes all of these occurrences so hard to remember because i just live like this.

i guess the one i'm most personally offended by, or rather has surfaced recently, is the fact that i had 40 pages of eloquent, detailed character development with someone on an old blog of mine, and they 180'd out of nowhere just as we were going to ship to have their char basically go "if you do not sleep with me, we cannot date". my char was sex repulsed as a result of back story. it threw me for a loop bc all of that development... Gone.

it is what it is and i've decided to reserve romantic relations for people i know well ( that and tbh i seek so many other types of relations its bottom of the barrel for me ) as well as just curating my experience better. i'm too old for this shit

[altfire]

🎭 or 💕 ?

teehee i did both :3

🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire

💕 OC in what they would wear on a first date

i put lio in ma'si's clothes and drew aspen's outfit from their first date with demi :3c

thank u so much for the ask!!!!!!

[ahogedetective]

028, lakeside while the sun is setting. - @doomedprotags from chihiro !!!!!!! demon haunt time...

@doomedprotags !!!

{ Set the Scene }

For a few days now, Shuichi had been made to stay in the demon haunt and recover, after he, along with the rest of his teammates, helped Chihiro defeat a considerably strong angel. It wasn't an easy fight at all, but they did it: but at the cost of Shuichi taking sever injuries as a result. Overtime with the healing items Chihiro has given him, and with proper resting, he's been recovering slowly. Still, he felt a little bummed out; missing out on days with traveling with Chihiro.... but he knows if he tries rushing back out there, he won't properly heal to 100%, and can get himself hurt easily. The last thing he wants, is to be a burden to him, so he will be patient, and rest...

By now, the sun had set low enough for him to safely be able to come out. It was for such a pretty view, especially by the lakeside. Everytime he looks at it, it feels like his anxieties just melt away... and when Chihiro comes over to see him, it makes him light up even more. "Master Chihiro...! It's nice to see you. Um, if you're wondering, I think I'm feeling even better than yesterday. I'm not as sore, and my wings don't look nearly as bad, anymore. Just a little more, and I'll finally be able to....oh?"

It looks like Chihiro has something for him.. holding what looks like some kind of dessert in his hands.. "Is this.... for me? Ah-!" It's a tiramisu cup...! From a chat they had one time, when Chihiro told Shuichi about many different European desserts, he did off-handily mention that tiramisu sounds delicious, and wants to try one, someday... he didn't expect to get one so soon! Maybe he knew the vampire was still pretty down about needing to rest for so long, and wanted to give him this to cheer him up. Either way, it was a very nice surprise that did just that. "So this is tiramisu...! My, it looks so delicious! Th-Thank you so much, Master Chihiro..!!"

He gestures him to sit down close to him, before he begins opening the lid. "...Did you bring something for yourself as well? Let's enjoy them together right here! The view of the lake is so beautiful at this time of day, isn't it? It is one of my favorite areas to sit by at night... it's so relaxing. I know with how often you work hard, it's rare for you to be able to rest yourself. I'm happy we can do so together...." He hums, picking up a scoop of the treat with his spoon. Taking a bite, he instantly lights up at how smooth and tasty it is. "Oh my goodness...this is so good. I think I may have a new favorite dessert, heh heh heh... I understand more and more why you like treats like these! Thank you so much again for getting me one..and...sorry that I've been moping. I know it has only been a few days, but I missed fighting with you... but I promise you, the moment I am 100%, I will make it up to you and not get myself injured like that, again..!"