#₊˚ᗢ₊ BLESSED || ic

[infinality]

Not Enough.

It's... cold. Without the Flamescion Core kindling her heart, she makes for easier prey to the precursing chills of a dying summer. With no sign of Mei, Bronya, or the others, the chill simply irritates a certain flavor of loneliness. The sort of loneliness one feels when they are far beyond the boundaries of what they might call home. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare, stripped of her friends and powers. Though feeling these questions in her heart, her cool composure certainly doesn't betray. Whatever the case may be, she's out in Fibonacci with hopes that the latter problem might at least be somewhat solved.

After all... a BB gun was a sick and sorry replacement for everything she had worked so hard to achieve. What was a BB gun going to do in the wake of a Honkai incursion? Or.. something worse? Sharp eyes give away the gravity of her search, silly little guns holstered at her hips. Surely there would be someone. Someone in a similar situation, similarly armed, similar -- there!

A seemingly unassuming young lady, bubblegum pink standing out even in the dazzling lights of Fibonacci. A unique armament of a make she's never seen before... familiar, but alien. More importantly: a firearm like her own.

"Hey you, ( @witchoftrinity ) with the pink hair." With casual care, the Valkyrie strides towards the stranger. "'Scuse me, got a moment?"

[kirimoochi]

this is how it feels, to fall in love with you (pt 2).

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn!reader, angst with a happy end.

⤷ based on d4vd's "this is how it feels."

The Raiden Shogun had tried everything in her power to break through the ice. She had hundreds of her soldiers line up with their weapons, hammering away at them with everything they had. She thought with their years of experience and training, they might have been able to break at least a single petal. But at last, even with months of trying, it never chipped. Even during hot summers, the ice never melted. It only rained small droplets of snowflakes. A special kind that would last a little longer than a regular one. 

Mothers and children found it interesting to see that they were shaped like maple leaves. The flower would always drop more and more during autumn. They began to wonder if the person inside once loved someone. And loved someone you did, dearly. As you live in his memories, he does in yours. 

The Shogun notes that it was a hydrangea flower. It was beautiful and prideful, every flower surrounding you seemed so meticulously crafted that even the wisest and oldest of Inazumans couldn’t replicate it. She understands from her scholars that they mean forgiveness. However, she does not know who it is directed to. She is certain that you were not begging her for forgiveness. For you were a hindrance to her plan. A thorn in her side to this idea of eternity. And now you remain encased in layers upon layers of ice, unable to be broken free from your prison.

Perhaps you were asking your husband for forgiveness. She laughs to herself. Someone of your noble status cares so much to a dying clan, sacrificing not only your family’s legacy but also your dignity for a fugitive. In this unbreakable ice, you will remain still for months, years even. It was humorous. She laughed a little while longer but couldn’t help but feel her voice die out shortly. A pitiful koto player who dreamed of playing the shamisen on open waves was reduced to nothing more but a statue placed on display. It was a cruel fate, she admits. To put you on a pedestal for all who oppose her. Though it was a lesson that needed to be taught. 

A sakura-colored fox likes to whisper in her ears though. Stories of your love for the autumn-colored man. She thinks of it as a tragic tale. Two lovers destined to be far apart. It has become popular with the small children and youth that she decides to push a small book about it. The Shogun dares not to dabble in such things. She does not see the meaning behind your sacrifice. Nor does she understand your desire past eternity. 

She presses her hand against the surface, feeling slightly sentimental. There was a strange sensation coming from you. Though your body may have frozen the tips of her fingers when she pushed hard against it, it sent shivers down her spine. The kind she could only feel when beside her beloved. She notes that beneath these layers of ice was the love that she longed for. Love that she couldn’t comprehend. When she stared at your floating body, she couldn’t help but press against the front of her chest, searching for a heartbeat. 

She wonders if these visions, blessed by her and her so-called acquaintances, possessed more than just control over these elements. If they could breathe with life just as humans did. Or even share aspirations. They could reflect a person’s inner being, something that she as a god couldn’t see. Perhaps this is why the Cryo Archon gave you her acknowledgment. She must have seen something in your future. Did she predict this lonesome future for you? Or did she save you? Was it your love that kept you away from the Shogun’s grasp?

Whatever the answer was, you would remain here, waiting for someone. 

When Kazuha steps foot into Inazuma once more, alongside the Traveler, he felt the winds call to him. They were louder than ever and so he decides to enter the courtyard with a small disguise. Tugging the large straw hat over his eyes, he glances around the small stores.

A lot of things haven’t changed, and he doesn’t think of it as something to be proud of. Shops that he has grown to love, and storefronts that housed hundreds of customers have all stayed the same. When he peers to the left, the smell of sweet dango entices him. It brings back memories from when you and he would walk through brightly lit festivals. 

Your hand once held onto his tightly as you smiled. He still remembers the beautiful yukata you wore during the summer, and how the moon shined a light on your skin. The feeling of your warm hand wrapped around his calloused fingers felt lovely. Your laughter had always cheered him up no matter how ugly you might think it sounds. Memories crept up on his mind and it took everything in his power to push them at bay. He wants to remain focused on this mission. For it would dictate the future of Inazuma. 

A small child pushes past him with a giggle. He watches as they held up a small snowflake, shaped like a maple leaf. His heart stops beating for a moment. The boy leaps up into his mother's arms as she coddles him, plucking the leaf from his hand and raising it to the sun. It slowly melts away as the two of them smile and leave. And with this, his legs push him towards the sound that grows louder. If he could describe what it sounded like, he would have said it was someone crying. He rushes past the crowd and reaches the center of Inazuma, where you rest peacefully encased in ice.

His eyes widen in horror as he runs towards your body. Men call out to him for his reckless behavior but his ears are deaf to the noise. His hands press against the surface desperately as he grows teary. If you were to see him now, would you still cry? Would you get mad at him for abandoning you? For not doing enough to get you off this wretched island? The cold doesn’t bother him as much as the ache in his heart. If anything, it was comforting. The only thing he could have felt from you. 

So this is where you were. 

Trapped in this ice structure for months on end. Alone. Crying. You were put on display for Inazuma to see. For them to receive your love that was meant only for him. He could feel his knees grow weak as he leans his forehead against the statue. His body was beginning to feel weak and his stomach was growing ill. He resists the urge to throw up. 

You look beautiful as ever. Even when you were caked in dirt and grime, when your clothes stayed the same as that night, you haven’t changed. Perhaps you’ve aged just slightly but it was nothing compared to your radiant smile that he so desperately wishes to see. Oh, how he wishes he could hear your shamisen. For those fingers to entangle themselves in his blond locks. To hold him close when he cries. 

He has never once forgotten about you. When he recites his poetry, he thinks of you. When he presses a leaf against his lips to create a melodious tune, it was for you. The Captain of the Crux Fleet had once asked him if he loved someone as dearly as he loved freedom. 

It did not take him long to conclude that he had loved you. Perhaps since the day you met him in the crowds after your performance. When the two of you shook hands underneath the glorious moonlight, or when he reached out, your name ripping itself from his throat on that very night, there were many times he fell in love with you. Days felt lonesome without your laughter. Hours were long without your songs. And minutes felt deafening. 

But he is here now, back in Inazuma to oppose the Raiden Shogun. Here to create the dream that you and he thought of. A place that the two of you could live freely in. He wants to hear your shamisen once more. To see you play over open skies with nothing more but a smile on your lips. He wants to see the look in your eyes when they shine with determination. 

He presses his lips against your icy statue, swearing that by the end of it all, he would return for you. Even if the lands were to shake with thunder, or the ground splits in half, he will remain by your side. Just as you’ve been waiting for him, he will wait for you. 

He leaves with a slight smile. Thankful that he was able to see you. 

The day the Vision Hunt Decree ended was the time Inazuma felt the blossom of a flower. The Raiden Shogun raised her head to the sky in interest, letting out a laugh as she stared down at the Kaedehara clan’s child. The look in her eyes said enough about the situation. The land of eternity watched as icy maple leaves fell from the clouds. 

When one lands on Kazuha’s hands, he took no time to run to the center of the courtyard. Traveler and his companion Gorou only looked at each other before chasing after the man. The two heard stories and were desperate to see if you had awoken from your slumber. 

Gasps and cries echoed throughout the land. The blond-haired man pushes through the crowd and held back his cries when he sees that the ice was melting. Water filled the courtyard as women and children watched in awe as soldiers break through the statue, freeing themselves. They are wet and confused, they look around as people gathered around.

Families ran towards their men, mothers holding their sons in their arms as they wept in joy. They were alive. Unscratched and scared of the future, but alive nonetheless. After months of praying they reunited with their children and fathers. It was a happy sight, the Traveler comments. What they were truly interested in though, was the way Kazuha slowly approached your figure. 

He pressed his hand against your exposed cheek, gliding his thumb against it softly as he whispers. From the waist down, the ice was still melting. He pushes back your hair to see your face. He sees that your chest was slowly breathing in the air once more, and it only takes a few more seconds until you open your eyes. With trembling hands, you reach out to hold onto him.

“You came back,” You whispered, albeit with a weak voice.

“I wouldn’t leave without you,” He pushes his forehead against yours, the warmth of his body comforting you. “I missed you.”

You laugh, unable to contain the happiness that has blossomed in your heart. He pulls you close to him as you smile brightly. He has grown much older now. A lot more mature than the last time you saw him. And you think that long hair fits him well. 

Holding onto your hand he kisses the ring on your finger, looking deep into your eyes as he smiles: “I love you.” 

A cheeky look you have. Pushing yourself forward, you wrap your arm around his neck, pressing his lips against yours for the first time in years. He felt his body melt alongside the ice. His now muscular arms reach for your waist, tugging you out of the ice as you both bask in the sunlight. 

“I love you too.” 

Tags! @maehemthemisfit ♡♡♡

[infinality]

hello! this is NOT a drill! kiana kaslana starter call capping at 3!

[infinality]

fantasia starter call (x/3)

looking for a taciturn but kind unholy in the wilds of airaisal? like this starter call and you too can meet kiana kaslana ( blender variant ).

[infinality]

Under the Weather

Green eyes, blonde hair. In some ways the stranger reminded her of the month of march, of four leaf clovers and sunflowers. Green stem, yellow petals. A pretty, pleasing visage... which made this request all the more embarrassing. First impressions were important to Kiana, but times were tough and her body was not behaving itself. She never knew a nose could run like this in the first place.

"Umb. Hey, sorry. @leybeth Do you habe a dissue or someding?"