#and she smells like lemongrass and sleep ; yuuki sachiko

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@cursecloud​ || cont.

“ i—i think so? i’m— ” surprise is written all over her face, a little trembling. quiet eyes filled with confusion then amazement and relief; my, a combination she surely wasn’t prepared for in this case. for it isn’t like she wasn’t expecting excellent ideas coming from her, if anything, it was an honor to be able to discuss her projects with a prodigy such as her ; an opportunity that surely she wouldn’t miss, but—at the same time, exposure comes a little hard for her. to show unfinished products to someone for evaluation and maybe reject is something she’s not used to, especially considering the lack of colleagues in terms of medicine and pharmaceutics that her surroundings provide. 

but shinobu is kind and her feedback is nothing but a source of great enthusiasm, one that is followed by her hands looking for the little notebook hidden in her clothes and reaching for the ink on her desk, quick notes made in need not to forget a thing she just said. “ flowers—of course! why didn’t i considered that before? lavender oils have been greatly used for its fragrances properties and i believe, uh… pressed—orange oil could even add a little flavor to it? in terms of masking that disgusting taste it already has, of course ” a smile flowers in the curve of her lips, the opportunities in her head almost endless by now. “ is it... possible that you have a list of other recommendations, somewhere? for flowers and oils, i mean, i’m—sorry, if it’s a bother. i’ve been working on things like this only from the last year and it—never cease to amaze how much i still have to learn.”

and it felt more like it looking at the impressive studio that she had, so many things she’d like to ask about... 

“ oh, now that i remember! you were sent to fight against a lower moon recently, isn’t it? many kakushi were talking about that at my state, so... may i ask how was it? ”

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ok but one thing i had in mind like A LOT when i first started working on sachiko was that, although i wanted her aesthetic/maybe theme to have a relation with spring and flowers or— something like that, was that the spring i had in mind wasn’t the fully blossomed, vibrant colored and clear skies kinda image that could come up in your head when those words are mentioned. I WANTED IT to have a relation with that moment at the very start of spring where maybe there’s still a bit of snow but flowers are shyly blooming and the entire world is just starting to come back to life, AND I WANTED IT LIKE THAT because there’s a thing about her, a feeling of hope despite any adversity that was central to her as a character. the quiet yet stubborn idea that even when everything feels hard, even when winter comes, and everything dries up and you can’t see a clear path ahead, something good will come your way at the end of it all. that any rough times are merely temporary and that there’s always a possibility for a good outcome waiting for you if you commit yourself to be patient for that.

furthermore! the color palette and some of the patterns i choose for her revolves around japanese plums which are said to be one of the first blossoms to open during the year AND represent vitality, renewal and inner strength, and i—don’t know, i like her a lot ( ´ ▽ ` )♥

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@huboaris​ || cont.

“ oh, hashibira-san! you’re—” her face lights up as soon as she notices his presence in the room. quietly—content. work is a constant that she wouldn’t dare abandon too frequently, but—something she would pause right now given the light strokes of glee he summoned with his visit. that was… if it hadn’t been for the strange display in his behavior. “ hashi...bira-san? “ she repeated, this time with a little frown and trying to get any sort of reaction from him ( leaning her head, waving a hand between them, and more ). but whatever it was it seemed to survive all three: time, the awkwardness of silence and the experiments in her repertoire. would it be… a  prank, maybe? some sort of game… a complaint she wasn’t quite extracting from the unseen clues. but while the situation could have been distressful in itself for some out there, the comical note here was that the longer he stood firm in his intentions, the more comfortable she looked in trying to decipher it, like some sort of chessboard she had decided to understand. 

“ i mean—you do look like you are trying to anticipate a dewdrop about to fall from a leaf, only that—one, or… two villages away from where you stand. “ the healer commented with her attention focused on a few loose ideas that had just crossed her mind. had he ever had his sight tested? or anyone, for that matter? oh, that was a point to be discussed with their master, probably after she designed a protocol for it, that was. “ yes, no, uh… can’t do. it’s going through some maintenance procedures as we speak so—i’d give it another few hours before everything’s been complete. quick question though—have you ever encountered problems with anything you’d wanted to see? “.

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SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THE PRECIOUS THING @wolfvirago DID I CANT?? BELIEVE???????????????????????????????

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@kyoanikis​ clicked the ♥.

“ rengoku-san! “ a few blinks follow her calling, but—if a second thought was to be added to her initial surprise, a moment of silence is what takes over the room before she can manage the quietest of smiles. a light apology, her eyes traveling from him to the few notes she carries in her hands. “ i’m—so sorry. it was to my understanding that you were visiting us… uhm, tomorrow—perhaps? “

a few steps are taken to reach his side, skilled hands rearranging the papers over her desk before looking for the tools she would be needing in this checkup. “ but—then again, with the amount of work the new wing has given us i don’t know where my head have been on the last few days. so... may i—know how you’ve been feeling since your last visit? “.