#anyway this unintentionally became a metaphor for when a child outgrows their mom and the feeling of distress that follows huh

[cosmama]

❛  here, you can have my scarf.  ❜ ( if you wish !!! 🥺🥺🥺 all of the soft and bittersweet interactions... )

holiday meme i accidently deleted rip // in which nyx tries to understand and accept ryoji, the person.

she's never known coldness before - at least not until now. nyx 'akari' quickly determines she does not like it. at all. a frown is set firmly on the entity's face as she observes the snow with barely hidden distaste. ryoji, on the other hand, was completely enthralled by it: he was too busy catching the falling snow in his hands to concern himself with her displeasure, happily admiring each snowflake before throwing the white fluff back into the air with a joyful laugh. akari silently watches in curiosity when he pauses briefly in thought...before excitedly sticking out his tongue to catch snow in his mouth.

she nearly chides him from her where she sits on nearby a park bench, a ' stop that. you will get sick. ' on the edge of her tongue before she chokes it down.

akari can only blink in confusion, wondering where the foreign feeling that nearly burst forth even came from. she's never 'watched' or worry overed thanathos before; she's never had to. they were bound together by forces beyond the limits of human comprehension since the dawn of time. she has always inherently understood him as much as she understood herself. with ryoji though, it was as if that link had been severed. she did not 'know' him. that thought frustrates her more than she likes to admit.

her brooding doesn't go unnoticed and akari soon feels a hand tenderly touching her arm - where she is aware that it's been becoming increasingly translucent. she has been stubbornly ignoring her unstable form for the past hour. ' i am alright. just cold, it makes it hard to keep up appearances here. ' it's a lie, and he probably knows it, but she offers him nothing more nor does he push her for more either. they sit in silence together, a half-moon watching over them before the quiet is broken with a gentle offer. once again, she finds herself blinking in confusion as she stares between ryoji and his scarf. a ' why? ' on the tip of her tongue.

as nyx, she's been asking that to him a lot lately: why do you insist we live amongst humans? why do you want to learn from them? why can't i understand you anymore?

she stops herself from asking the question. swallowing it deep before slowly accepting his scarf, mumbling a soft ' thank you. ' because he told her that's what humans do once it is in her hands. if he's surprised by that, he doesn't make it obvious when he leaps up with a cheerful ' you're welcome ! '. akari watches expressionless as he runs off to go leap into the snow again, leaving her with a bundle of knitted wool sitting in her lap awkwardly. she sits there for few minutes while pondering on what to do with it. was she supposed to wear it like he did?

carefully, one of her pale hands lifts it to her face and she wearily inspects it with a squint - probably an odd sight to any late-night onlooker passing by. after her thorough inspection of it is done, akari softly begins to wrap the scarf around her neck...until the entirety of it is not only around it but is also covering her mouth and chin. now a little less grumpy and a bit warmer, the 'mother' refocuses her attention on her 'son', who was now busying himself with making snow angels. she sighs and closes her eyes, frowning at the thought of having to wash his icy, wet clothes later.

if ryoji was going to have her out in the cold like this, she was going to at least tell him to go buy some of that nice hot milk with the soft, fluffy things in it soon...