#.kirikun

[lil-ichigo-bunny]

Guys!!! m lil Deku came in! Look at his face! so cute 🥺💖 n got a FatGum pin too!

[writing-under-my-kotatsu-blog]

I guess according to my little brother, these dudes are the same guy...

I mean I see the resemblance but WHAATt~

The guy on the left is a guy from Legend of Zelda, and the MAN on the right is obviously KiriKun

[kygerart]

Height differences are very good, eh?

[ersiiii]

Je shum i/e vogel nqoftese se ke pa iher KIRIKUN

[stormscream]

Dream Journal 12

Woke up to kiratai shaking me roughly    I was talking in my sleep and I sounded like I was in trouble, so he woke me.  I was the younger girl again, and again I felt as if the wind and rains were at my command.  I wore special armored gloves that made these incredibly strong sounds that could throw grown men through the air.  I was with two other women roaming a…city, I suppose, though I’ve never seen buildings as tall nor constructed in such a fashion…that is, until Ishgard.  I suppose the location could have lent itself to some of my fancy.  I’m going to curl back up with Kirikun now and sleep

 ((Scrawled quickly, in shorthand and sloppy, the follow passage appears on the page, as if Anafenza was once again taking notes hastily))

 There once lived a brave knight.  Full of courage and chivalry and kindness.  He was a knight of Ishgard, a Temple Knight, one of the most respected in the land.  His shield bore no hint of his allegiance, beyond the blue as the skies and white wings.  His devotion was to his country and his countrymen.

But he was young...and as most young men do, he fell in love.  He fell in love with a woman he shouldn't have even known.  She was common; he was valiant.  But he loved her.  And, everyone knew, she loved him as well.  They married.  There was talk, as there should be in Ishgard, but no one truly cared.  They were happy for the knight and his wife.

But the nights in Ishgard are rarely peaceful, and rarely do the knights know peace. gods that sounded amazing when he said that!!

The wyrms attacked one eve, not more than a bell after sundown.  They brought down fire from the heavens, ripping the great stone walls apart with their claws, and eating up women and naughty children  did he really just say naughty children!?  Is this a bedtime story?

The knight fought bravely, as he had every other night.  He fought with a fire his fellow knights hadn't seen before.  He was scarcely the same man.  They said he had something far more important, far more dear to fight for, for his wife, he’d learned, was with child.  With a great, ferocious cry, he thrust his sword into the head of the last dragon.  The battle was won.  Ishgard stood, strong as ever

The knight hurried home, not even bothering to wash his hands of the deeds from that night, his armor crimson with wyrmsblood.

But when he arrived, not a stone was left standing atop another.  All the walls had been felled.  The roof burned away.  And there, in the center of the rubble, lay the knight’s wife, still as the night.

The knight dropped his shield.  His sword he drove into the ground, the only support left for him that night, and he wailed.  He wailed and he cried and he cursed and he prayed and he swore and he hoped and bargained, he said anything he could think and everything he should not...all for the sake of his wife.  

But some bargains are better left unmade...and more still better unpaid…A dark cloud rose from the rubble, shadows dancing inside.  The cloud surrounded the knight and his wife...and in it a voice that said…"Brave knight of Ishgard, we have heard your grief. Tell us, what you would do for our relief?"

"Anything," was his reply.  "You may have my sword, my life.  Please, bring back my wife."  

The voice, it laughed, and then replied.  "On you and on yours, twenty-fold.  We bind you, brave knight, and your sword, and take your oath, your word.”

The cloud grew thicker...it drowned out the light.  The knight fell ill, and then fell asleep.  by the kami I know this cloud!!

The sun rose, the morning came.  The knight awoke, his sword in hand.  It felt heavier now; no longer did it shine in his hand.  He heard a gasp, and a sob of despair.  The knight sat up, looking for where.  

His wife was alive; in the rubble she stood.  But she seemed different somehow, somewhere.  Her eyes seemed dull, her hair darker still.  Her skin far more ashen...her voice trembled, "what did happen?" she asked.

But the knight only stood.  He stared and he wondered and he thanked the gods and the hells...His fair wife was alive, and with him still.  From then on he fought with no purpose, none save for his wife...and the oath he had sworn. They still were in love, and she bore him a daughter.  But the love was not strong, not as it had been, not any longer.  And the knight was reminded of the bargain he'd made, day in and day out...for the monsters had carved it upon the maid.

  Dzamael servant stopped us at the airship docks.  wanted to speak but could not be gone from his master too long.    He had overhead us asking about the house Vignesang, which he is a descendant of!!  He could not speak to the location of Jessika’s family – they’d left decades ago – but he did know the legend of the knight’s wife and told it to us.  I wrote it down above as he spoke…I asked him if this was nothing more than a bedtime story. He laughed,s aying most stories are just truth that’s been forgotten.  Then he pointed at the scales on my side, saying I bore the same mark as the maid – the Bloodvine, the symbol of House Vignesang.  He bade us leave ishgard before an over-zealous inquisitor see it, and then he left.

[lil-ichigo-bunny]

[lil-ichigo-bunny]

Cherry (Dragon) Kiri!! look at my boy 🥺💖

[lil-ichigo-bunny]

‘m team fattogamu ita bag! wif tiny tama n kiri!! 🥺💕

[stormscream]

Journal Entry 6

Sasai Sai, a cousin of the twins, brought Kirikun home, at least to The Tower. He was alive, but still asleep - hadn’t woken for the weeks he was in reunion Sai was told.  There was nothing very wrong with him, that they could tell or she could tell but there he was.  just dropped in the bed and not moving, wrapped up in bandages.

I thank the gods my brother is back and alive...now if he’d only waken