#Shikiya

[pollyxart]

i missed you

[autophagy]

Happy Valentines Day from a few of my RP muses! ♥ @upon-blades-twilight @corvid-lullaby

[kiyafromkiri]

@eyecanfixthat​ replace 03 pen or 05 with poisons and you got Kiya

[shanks]

硯り

[senjo]

[gabbyp09]

[rennebright]

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[gumicaps]

-character shikiya yumeko

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[everth1ne]

Yumeko Shikiya 🧡

LN volume 4 (chapter 3) - color version. You can find the wallpaper version for phone and PC on my Twitter

[despair-ninja-everything-agency]

(Character: RP FFXIV!Cole, Pre-ARR)

Ragged pants escaped his lips as he tried to push back with all the remaining strength he had. His stone greyed eyes bored coldly into his opponent's, betrayed only by the flickering flame of passion within. Saline beads ran down his untreated wounds, his hair stuck to his skin, yet it did little to deter him. His teeth clenched, enduring the verbal abuse his unknown enemy spouted at him.

In a way, he pitied him. To destest the notion of love and friendship, one must wonder what the other had gone through. Yet he symphatized with him. He's no stranger to betrayal. From strangers, close friends, acquantinces, even family members. He understood the distrust, as he once was and maybe still is.

No, his reason was something else...

With all his might, Cole used his last resort technique - bashing his skull against the other raven haired man - in a vain last ditch effort to turn the tide to his favor. He gave zero fuck if his forehead bleed.

If what the other said was a bait, he gave little to zero acknowledgement of the fact.

"You're right... Love, friendship... fuck all that..." he muttered, just loud enough for the other to hear. "But Gods above I swore no child should suffer the loss of THEIR loved ones. As I once did. If I could turn the World a better place for them, then by Gods I will fight for their future."

Another head butt. His mind raced back to the tragedy that night. The night that took his entire family in one swoop, including his beloved sister.

Mirthless chuckle passed his torn lip as he continued.

"Naive, I admit. 'Tis an impossible task. But if I knew they'd rest easy and look forward to their next day with a smile, then so be it."

A last push. His adrenaline powered him to shove the taller, stronger man backwards. Or at least made an attempt to.

Dead silence... aside from the hisses and heaves between the two that struggled. A glare was locked into your gaze; an amber malice piercing through the darkness. Both were clearly exhausted and wounded from the ongoing brawl that was happening here, which was now at a dead-lock. The gloved fingers that clutched and pushed against yours shook with equal strength to you.

"What's the point?" Shiki finally breathed. "Why do you fight? For love? Friendship? That shit is all a facade. The only endpoint to such rotting garbage is to seek attention or a simple tool. No one honestly seeks another unless it's for personal gain."

The grip tightened, but there was a hint of difference. The moment almost felt desperate from the dark haired assassine.

"Why the fuck do you even bother!? I don't understand!"

He clearly was exposed to the darker side of life for far too long, but what does some unknown enemy matter to you? Especially one that was looking for hesitation to slip from you; the perfect moment to end you. Were his words bait, or was the question sincere?

鴉

[prof-kenny]

[autophagy]

@corvid-lullaby

[blxxditout]

"Here, here—lean on me like this! Easy does it, I’ll get ya somewhere safe."

Or

"Well ain’t this just lovely…!"

From Shiki via "Injured RP Starters"

Steam rises from his arms, or is it smoke? Something smells like it’s burning… The fissures erected on his arms start to crumble to dust, carried by the wind as the tengū steps forward to pick him up. Sid can hardly move his arms, his chest isn’t in a better place either, it feels like he’s been shot by a ball again but worse. This isn’t as devastating however, but hey, he survived didn’t he? He should’ve called for help when he could, who was he, thinking he could take care of that all by himself? The “that” in question lays a ways back, torn to shreds when this delightful little birdy came flying by.

Whoever this is… have they met before? Certainly feels that way.

The fleeting adrenaline makes him want to jerk away, but a bit of respite is what he needs right about now. Sid lets him be as he’s ferried away by the other, to “somewhere safe” wherever that may be. Hopefully it’s somewhere warm… he can’t help but feel a little chilly right now. His arms, in their mangled state, return to looking as they were though his sleeves may be torn and his pale skin rendered a soot black up to the bicep. In the stranger’s side, he leans against his skinny frame and does his best to not drag his feet or to loll his arms about. It’s so odd, the feeling them is all but connected, as if he’d been sleeping on them this whole time.

“Thanks”, he manages to get it out before giving that diminishing devil one last glance over his shoulder. He can ask his questions after he recovers, and spiriting away with the other here.

[snowfallcn]

-> shikiya of @corvid-lullaby has sent: ❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ & ❰❰ FREE ❱❱

It was a blur, in truth, he can't remember much of what had happened at all. Other than that it was his own fault-- no, that isn't true at all. His captors had accounted for his strength as a warrior, they knew what they were dealing with after having watched for so long. Though as powerful as he was, he was not nigh invincible, and on top of that who's to say that they did not receive the aid of an ascian? Ah but, this is familiar isn't it? Something he recalls from when he still went under that accursed name, oh the shame that it brought... the added disdain from their eyes. He's still a bit sluggish, as he lays there in the dark, only turning his head to the side when the door opens again.

Ah, splendid, another session. Another hour spent agonizing over his own shortcoming. Failure. Alas, the binds that have left his arms and wrists raw with burns become slack as the silhouette encompasses him, engulfed by the shadow as light floods in. When his arms are free, he expects to feel rough hands upon him to grab him and drag him elsewhere. Perhaps they've finally noticed his absence and have sent for his rescue. Although, he had not counted that an old crow would be among the number to fly to his aid. The blade that finds itself beneath his chin is a cool and welcomed as it guides his sight to him.

It's enough to make him laugh, seeing his foe here, blocking the light with his shadow. However, there isn't so much as a sound that escapes his dry lips, he hardly makes a sound at all as his expression changes to best speak for his confusion. Banishes it, he does, not wanting to become washed with the tremendous feeling exploding from within his chest. The warrior forgets to breathe, lacks the memory of what it was to take that first breath of air. The coldness of his eyes begin to thaw, and from the heart of the condensation comes the tears of joy. Bane expels wind through his nose, as a smile curdles like blood on his face. Those striking blue hues replenish with that haughty aura that the assassin has come to know.

"Here I thought... you'd all but forgotten", he croaks, his voice is hoarse. Any louder and he might've coughed.

[senjo]

[gabbyp09]