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[kaikyobyo]

     it finally was kogitsunemaru's turn to be sent out for sortie, and as was their master's style, he had little warning. just shortly after lunch, he and his unit were sent out, which meant that there wasn't much time for the toudan to prepare. just like with tonbokiri, his unit's sortie would last until early morning. which, in turn, meant that by the time kogi got home, he was exhausted. the door to his shared room was gently pulled open, the tachi then all but flopping onto the futon next to the slumbering uchigatana that he loved so much. kijinmaru is then hugged tight to the tachi’s chest, a kiss pressed just behind his ear. ❛ sorry for waking you, ❜ he then murmurs with a sigh, nuzzling against the back of kijinmaru’s neck as he started to settle down for sleep. // @oniiblade​

[tarvos]

War turned the warmest of hearts into stone. If Saito had that warm heart to begin with, it probably would have done the same to him as well. He had seen it as a child growing up, and now as a samurai upon the battlefield. This entire war was a long one, and had stolen many lives already. It was due to take much more until it ended, and Saito had to watch it all happen.

Ice blue eyes watched as he observed the other’s hand through the corner of his eye, taking in his mannerisms. It seems what he had said had struck something with such a statement, despite it being true. The silence wasn’t an unwelcome one, as Saito wasn’t usually one for conversation anyway. However, it was one full of heaviness that fell upon his shoulders.

❝Perhaps.❞ He simply said, his voice remaining calm as he responded to the other’s observation.  ❝Is it not the way of life?❞

He had noticed the hand lifting, moving towards him and yet freezing and returning to it’s owner. Was he attempting to comfort him? Despite him not making the touch, Saito appreciated the thought. He failed to comment on it as he had now closed his eyes and simply listened silently. 

❝I have not received any reason to shed a tear at this present moment in time.❞ Though, despite him not admitting it, he had shed many tears for the fallen. Both innocent, friends and even family figures. 

【 Continued || @oniiblade​​ 】

[medicablade]

It had been late into the night when Kijinmaru found himself sitting on the engawa, a clear view of the sakura tree that stood proudly in the distance. Though it had been difficult to get to where he was now, curse the ōdachi that had run him through earlier in the week, the breeze proved to be more refreshing than he first expected. It stayed like that for some time, until he hears an all-too-familiar voice addressing him. “Sorry, Yagen. It’s just.. I can’t stand staying in that room all day.”

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Hands stuff themselves into deep pockets, and a myriad of small supplies collide with gloved fingertips—the resident medic is, thankfully, used to his flighty patients ( some more dramatic than others, but he’s not harsh when he doesn’t have to be ). The last call to the front lines had returned with Kijinmaru heavily wounded ( and very much to the chagrin of the other sword’s partners ), and Yagen had taken to treating him as quickly as possible.

It doesn’t quite surprise him to see an empty futon when he comes to check on Kijin—but, he departs only with a small sigh before padding off quietly to look for him. It wasn’t a pretty injury, but at least it wasn’t fragile anymore. Thankfully.

“Kijin, there you are.” Everyone ends up on the engawa–but for good reason. It’s gorgeous no matter what day, season, hour. The tantou understands though, and Kijinmaru is recovering well enough, so he doesn’t feel the need to chastise him for disobeying.

“It’s fine, you’re doing well, and it’s good to move around once in awhile,” Yagen responds softly, taking a seat on the deck as well. “How are you feeling, though? Anything too sensitive?” Prioritizing comfort as always. “The only reason why I sought you out is to change your bandages for the night, but I’m not in a rush.”

[iizvmi]

@oniiblade​ | ❛ mulan ❜ sentence starters

“I think I’ve been away from home long enough.”

izuminokami stared at him, pensive and empathetic.    he knows that feeling too well; much more than he’d like to admit.    but how can he tell the other he’s not the only one who has felt that way? that the rest of the shinsengumi swords felt it?    ( that he is reminded of that feeling sometimes? )    words have never been his forte.    izuminokami unwrapped his shinsengumi haori and looked down at it as his hand grasped the fabric.    that’s right, they had split ways at the same time their former masters did, never to see each other again...    until now, after so many years away from home.    and all izuminokami could think of, is that not even being a memento in possession of his former master’s family for so long could make him feel otherwise– at home.   ( izuminokami could not offer words of consolation; )  ❛ kijinmaru- ❜ 

he calls him, tossing the haori to the other before leaning his head slightly to the side, smirking; ( after all, words have never been his forte. )   ❛ welcome home. ❜ 

[8suka]

(countrfxit) ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜

Hachisuka lets out a quiet sigh as he uncrosses and re-crosses his legs as they hang off the engawa and his feet tap at the ground below. He supposes he doesn’t mind Nagasone joining him, but as per usual he’s determined to look down on him, even as he cocks his head to glance up at him. 

“Just... sitting,” he hums, his tone a bit wistful. Another sword had arrived recently, and considering who it wasn’t, he’s feeling a little tender about it. But, that’s to be left unsaid for now, even though he’s just been staring off across the garden for some time now, and it’s gone dark already. “Why, did you need something?”

[kowaindar0u]

❛  I’ll try not to die. ❜

Of course, Sengo knows that that’s really the most anyone can ask of someone when they go on a mission, but it still doesn’t really prove to be very reassuring, whether it’s said jokingly, as it often is, or not. Kijinmaru is his friend, and sometimes Sengo just worries about his friends. 

“You’d best try your hardest,” he replies, his tone light, his lips curled into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Or I’ll come after you myself. And that’s a threat.”

[shokudaiquiri]

RULES  \  BOLD THE AESTHETICS THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.

001   ｡   the fairy   ｡   chipped nail polish   ｡   glitter highlight   ｡  tall trees with smooth bark  ｡   tangled hair   ｡   the taste of cinnamon sugar    ｡   talking too loud and too fast   ｡   overgrown flowers in your hair   ｡   crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature  ｡   flirting   ｡   walking home at three am with no coat     ｡   platonic hand holding   ｡   blowing smoke out of your nose  ｡   dragonfly wings   ｡   chaotic good   ｡   freckles   ｡   fairy rings   ｡  secret meetings   ｡   gender nonconformity   ｡   leather   ｡   smudged eyeliner   ｡   forbidden fruit  ｡

002   ｡   the reaper   ｡   computer errors    ｡   a shiver down your spine  ｡   haunting beauty   ｡   hard liquor   ｡  crowns of thorns    ｡   shadowed alleyways   ｡   decaying plant matter   ｡   shattered mirrors and broken glass  ｡ corrupted memories   ｡   stopped clocks   ｡   the scent of stale cigarettes   ｡   tattered black hoodies   ｡   walking your friend(s) home  ｡   the crescent moon   ｡   the sea   ｡   a graveyard on a foggy day   ｡   cold rings on cold fingers   ｡   absolution   ｡   looking out of the window of an airplane   ｡

003   ｡   the witch   ｡    graffiti   ｡   pretending to know what you’re doing   ｡   worn paperback books   ｡   growing up too fast   ｡   parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme   ｡   lace and combat boots   ｡   moth wings  ｡   candles on every surface   ｡   a weathered deck of cards   ｡   turning the music up   ｡   fireflies in jars   ｡   callused fingers  ｡   drawing on your skin   ｡   sunlight filtering through clouds   ｡   petrichor   ｡   a dying rose in a jar   ｡   wearing a crystal pendant   ｡   illusions of spells   ｡   black cats   ｡   mint gum   ｡   chapped lips   ｡   dirt under your fingernails   ｡   the cycle of life and death   ｡

004   ｡   the wolf   ｡  murders of crows   ｡   frost - bitten leaves   ｡   wolves howling at midnight   ｡   knocking on your door   ｡   leaving food out for stray animals   ｡   the twang of an acoustic guitar   ｡   honey   ｡  tiny red buds on trees   ｡   claw marks on the walls   ｡   golden eyes   ｡   slightly too long stubble   ｡   knitted fingerless gloves   ｡   sleeping on the forest floor   ｡   always finding your way back home   ｡  

tagged by:  stolen from @adrosetum ( since yagee was tagged, tyty!! ) tagging: @nosadaforged / @oniiblade / @svnao / @unboundfreedoms

[kaikyobyo]

     having one of their trio out for sortie wasn't necessarily an unusual occurrence. what was unusual, however, was one of kogitsunemaru's partners being gone for nearly the whole day, and still not being back by almost midnight. after sitting on the engawa for hours with no sign of tonbokiri's unit returning, the tachi sighs and heads in to their shared room. kijinmaru was already there, unsurprisingly, and it’s with a faint smile that kogitsunemaru joins him on the futon. nuzzling against the nape of the uchigatana’s neck, he sighs again, this time in contentment, a small kiss pressed just behind kijinmaru’s ear. ❛ it never gets easier, one of you being away. ❜ // @oniiblade​​

[tarvos]

Question;  (To Saito? From the ‘Soft Sentences’ meme!) “I trust you.”

Those words fell upon nothing but silence as they had reached the samurai, icy blue eyes peering at the other. What did he just say? That he trusted him? It was something that certainly warmed his heart, especially since not many trusted this purple-haired man these days.

❝I... appreciate your words.❞ He said towards the other, replying with an awkward aura about him.  He could feel a faint blush grow upon his face as many emotions ran through him at this point. Honestly, why was it so easy for the male to get flustered?!

❝I-I trust you too.❞

【 meme || @oniiblade​ 】

[medicablade]

👀 + What do you believe is the best part about being a doctor for the other toudans

@oniiblade / send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty. | accepting.

“Nobody is very good at putting up a front when they’re injured. I really see the vulnerable side to the other toudans—for some of our comrades, it’s a look into the kinds of people they really are. I find that special, and very helpful in order to make them recover with little complication.”

[iizvmi]

@oniiblade​  |  BOOK STARTERS VOL.35 THE SONG OF ACHILLES MADELINE MILLER

❛ How long do we have? ❜

❛ still enough. ❜    izuminokami took his line of sight away from their target, and focused on the sword next to him.    he didn’t want to show it, but the mission was bittersweet; bringing back memories and replaying them in his mind over and over until nostalgia hit him full force...    ( if that’s how he felt, how must the other feel? )    if seeing saito hajime was making him feel nervous, how would he feel if he were to see hijikata?    those were questions he wanted to ask, and that made him uneasy, but they’re also questions he wanted to avoid asking– they still have a mission to finish.    ❛ are you sure you want to do this? ❜    he asked.

[kowaindar0u]

Kijinmaru doesn’t say much as he goes over to the Muramasa blade, a calm look on his face to mask how worried he’d been for the other toudan. While it was true that he’d hardly spoken to Sengo since Kijinmaru’s arrival, it wasn’t hard to believe that there may have been a reason behind the references to himself. His voice takes a much softer tone, as his arms wrap gently around the male’s form. “There are times where being too strong can be unhealthy.. If you need anything, please come find me.”

Sengo isn't very good at being vulnerable. Yes, sure, he's got a penchant for stripping and finds freedom in baring it all in a physical sense, but for as outgoing and eccentric as he was, it was rare for him to really... show much of his worry, and certainly not on purpose. Sometimes he didn’t trust himself, and expecting anyone else to just felt like a fool’s game from the get-go, and while he can usually just brush the feeling off, sometimes it just... gets to him.

However, it seems like he doesn’t do nearly as good a job of keeping all that doubt swept under the metaphorical rug as he’d thought.

Sengo nearly doesn’t know what to do when Kijinmaru wraps him in a hug. He’d been right, they had hardly spoken, but... well, Sengo obviously had no ill feelings towards him, quite the contrary. It takes a few moments, but Sengo returns the hug, warily lowering his chin onto the other’s shoulder. “Mm,” he starts, needing to apparently take yet another pause before he can actually speak to this newfound friend. Yes, Sengo thought-- he must be a friend, now. “Thank you. I...know it’s... It’s probably hard to say that to someone like me, but... Thank you.”

[kaikyobyo]

     heavy foot falls draw tonbokiri’s attention away from the cup of tea in his hand, amber eyes narrowing in concern when he notices kijinmaru striding towards him. the uchigatana’s movements are slow, his expression unfocused and downtrodden. catching his hand before he can fully pass him, the yari tilts his head as he stares up at his partner. ❛ hey... why don’t you join me on the engawa for a while, kijin? ❜ // @oniiblade​

[kaikyobyo]

     there's a lull in the activity of the citadel, most others having settled down by this time of night. tonbokiri, however, was wide awake, one of his two dearest seated in his lap and nestled under his chin. kijinmaru was always held like something very precious, and to tonbokiri, he was. fingers of one hand trace the line of kijin's bicep, the other keeping him close enough to feel tonbokiri's heartbeat against his back. after another moment of silence, the yari sighed, shifting to kiss the crown of kijinmaru’s head and pull him even closer. ❛ words could never properly say how much i adore you. ❜ // @oniiblade​​

[kaikyobyo]

     the later part of the year had always been kogitsunemaru's favorite, had he ever thought to pick. the snow just made everything so peaceful, quiet... and, well. it became a bit easier to tease his partners. the snow around the engawa had piled up overnight, giving him an idea as he and kijinmaru passed by a few of their fellow toudan. once he and the uchigatana were alone again, the shorter of the two is swept off his feet, and promptly tossed into the pile of snow.

     leaning over the edge of the engawa with a grin plastered across his face, the tachi held back a laugh. ❛ want me to join you so we can make snow angels? ❜ // @oniiblade​

[kowaindar0u]

“Ah, Kijinmaru, I appreciate your concern-- and you know, it is a good idea to dress warmly. And with layers, all the more clothes I can take off as I so desire! Huhuhu... I must admit, I should... expand my wardrobe a little in this regard.”