🎴Yoriichi Tsugikuni & Tanjiro Kamado🎴"I believe being born into this world is a blessing in itself.”Tanjiro icons from manga-icons4you
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~*Helloo! It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to update! This pregnancy has been rough and I’ve just finished healing from having my appendix removed 😭 but I should be having this baby any time now and once I heal and get some sort of schedule together I plan on trying to come back.*~
#ooc#it’s been a rough 8-9 months#totally getting spayed after this comrades#tw: pregnancy mention#the hyperemisis was worse than the appendix ngl
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BRUSHES HAIR (SIS BONDING)
Tender moments like these were always a welcomed change, slices of domestic bliss amongst chaotic, brutal path the pair found themselves entangled in like moths in a web. In the recent months demon sightings had become almost overwhelming, it left little time for the luxuries of hot baths and proper grooming, every night brought a new battle and every day brought sleep and travel.
Finally they had been awarded a break, a few days to unwind, to gather themselves and properly cleanse themselves of the filth of battle. A proper bath had been their first stop, one helping the other scrub the sweat and blood from soft skin, replacing the stench of death with the gentle aroma of citrus and florals. Now clad in fresh robes the younger sat before the elder, hands folded neatly in her lap as the fine teeth of the comb fought through tangled strands of loose, flame licked curls.
“Soon I hope we can have more days such as this, my body aches.”
Yoriichi’s hair was relatively easy to brush, the only problem was the sheer volume of silken strands took time to work through.
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Again.
He had been too late yet again.
Each step brought Yoriichi deeper into the carnage, the once thriving village had been reduced to a ghost town, where couples had once walked hand in hand now laid corpses torn asunder, homes that held the warmth of loving families left barren, painted an unsettling shade of crimson. It was a sight he had seen more times than he cared to admit, a sight that caused a nauseating twist deep in his gut, the stench of death leaving a heavy weight in his arms and a burning in his heart.
Blade drawn, he pushed forward, there was nothing he could do for the dead now other than bring their killer to justice, they could be buried and mourned once the rest of the village was cleared and demon(s) vanquished.
It wasn’t long until he stood before her, making no effort to conceal his presence, his gaze falling with the fresh corpse that now littered the ground at the demon’s feet before he finally met her face to face. Time stopped in an instant- that face, that voice, even while perverted by demonic blood, he knew them well, he had grown quite fond of them and their owner. The words she spoke to him didn’t register in his mind right away, instead his head filled with questions, questions he had no answers to.
Who did this to her? Why?
Was a part of his Astra still in there and was she suffering?
Did she choose this?
No.
Yoriichi knew what he had to do, it was something he had done many times before, but…. could he do it? Could he bring himself to actually kill Astra?
“I truly am sorry such a fate has befallen you, but I cannot allow you to continue harming humans.” The slayer would stand his ground, his fist tightening around the hilt of his blade as he slowly drew in a breath to try to ease his conflicted mind, a warmth spreading over his face as maroon eyes dampened. “It breaks my heart to do this.”
He would make the first move, swiftly moving towards her, hesitation more than obvious in every shift of his muscles as he allowed his tears to flow freely.
No strike from his blade would ever come, instead he let the weapon clatter to the ground in a last second attempt at disarming her instead.
@sunsblaze ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ.
「 ― Astra and Yoriichi had become close ― she was a marechi, though an exceptional demon slayer when compared to a few other people. She was an apt pupil, an exceptional friend and sometimes she saw them as more to each other. She found herself blushing sometimes when their fingers touched, or when they were alone together. She would have wanted more from him if he weren't so obviously mourning his wife and dead child.
It made her feel guilty.
Michikatsu had gone missing.
That wasn't a good thing. He was the next strongest next to Yoriichi and that meant that he either ran into Muzan... or defected. There were whispers about that through them and she felt as if that wasn't something that would happen. Yes, Michikatsu was strict. Yes, he was a little stubborn and very, very stern. But that didn't make him a turncoat!
She mused about it to herself as she followed the path along behind a demon. Was it new? Was it strong?
Moment by moment, she felt her heart rate increase. Yes, it was strong. Exceptionally strong. And... that terrified her.
When she made it to the clearing, hearing it growl and slash at people... only to be confronted with Tsugikuni Michikatsu. It was still him, and was just finishing up what seemed to be his dinner. She went still. As demon slayers they weren't meant to challenge each other, but she could see that his meal of choice was a few other demon slayers that they knew.
Hashira.
Like them.
Her eyes flickered up. ― 」
「 ― The fight was long and arduous. She dodged and ducked and pushed herself to the brink. The mark itself appeared on her face, down her arm and across her throat, a bright red lightning, chasing the scar she had from her childhood. And yet, it wasn't enough. He was faster and stronger, and at the end he was outpacing her. After all, he was a demon. He could infinitely regenerate, use the mark to make himself stronger and outrun her in every way.
The next slash caught her across her arms, and then the next across her legs.
Her torso fell to the ground.
He stood over her, his teeth growing and a growl on his lips. It was a wonder he wasn't chomping down her extremities.
"You.."
"Will fight me again one day."
He jerked her mouth up and cut his hand, letting the demon's blood drip down her throat. She tried to spit it out, but he held her mouth closed and pressed his hand over her nose, blocking the air she needed to breathe. There was no choice. She tried to gasp and it ended up down her throat.
"N-no ―!"
"Stop ―! Why! Why are you ―"
She was left to turn in that clearing, her arms and legs to grow back and for her to not understand where she was, or her past, but know vague things about herself.― 」
「 ― The next time Yoriichi found her, she was in a village, holding a man up by his neck as he screamed from something that obviously wasn't her own fists. Her eyes, in and of themselves, were terrifying. They glowed with an otherworldly light, the pupils gone, as the man writhed in agony underneath her baleful gaze.
When she heard Yoriichi behind her, she ate the man's head off his shoulders and let his corpse fall to the ground.
Astra's mark was visible ― the last she fought had changed her, he would have understood.
"I suggest you put the sword away," her tone was polite, "I don't want to kill more than I have to, you understand? I don't like losing control..." And slaughtering swordsmen were some of her favorite. She enjoyed the challenge, but she was the one to always end up winning. Her own sword hung at her side, ready and waiting to be pulled from it's sheathe.
"But if you insist, we'll fight. You're a demon slayer, aren't you? I'd say your kind is nearing extinction, is it not?" Between her and another demon... who she didn't know and never met, at least to her knowledge, were slaughtering through them at a pace unmatched. "I must apologize... I offered you a peaceful retreat... please ready yourself, slayer-san."
It was still her, but as a demon. She didn't recognize him at all. Her eyes held no recognition. There wasn't the usual smile or the walking over to him, or the hug that he became accustomed to. He was looking at a phantom of the person he once knew.
She was rather mild, but... then again, the ones that seemed human were always the most dangerous. ― 」
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He was right there under the surface, forced to watch as his own hands and teeth mutilated the woman he had come to care so deeply for, the woman who had brought that gentle warmth back to his heart. This had to be a nightmare, every second felt as if he were asleep and just like a dream his body seemed to move on its own, but still, the pain that burned through his chest was a statement to the truth, that he was living this twisted reality.
The two halves of himself were conflicted, fighting against one another, sending him into a rage fueled by the confusion and hurt he was unable to process in current starved, demonic state of mind. All he wished to do was to hold Astra, to return her gentle affections and share the burdens he held upon his heart. He wanted to finally admit not only to her, but to himself that he had fallen for her, however, those words would be unable to part from his crimson painted lips.
None of that mattered now, what he was doing to her, the pain he was inflicting upon her, it was unforgivable. He was nothing more than a monster.
The sounds alone were enough to turn ones stomach- the tearing of flesh from bone, the erratic breaths of both predator and prey accompanied by a symphony of growls and crunching of bone between powerful jaws, like a cat eating a small bird. Her blood painted porcelain skin leaving a river of crimson flowing down the demon’s throat, staining the golden silk that adorned his body, a testament to his new found blood lust.
In a split second Yoriichi’s target changed, his eyes turning to the arm he had yet to injure, though as he shifted his weight something…unexpected happened. In a split second an arrow sliced through the night, anchoring itself onto the side of the demon’s skull causing him to stop in his tracks, his head slowly swiveling towards the shadows where the projectile had came from.
“Leave that woman alone, beast!” A voice called out.
Slowly he stood, pulling the arrow from his head in one swift motion, his sights turned away from her to focus on this new presence. In a flash he was gone, disappearing into the darkness, the scream of the man who had called out signaling just where the demon had went.
He soaked in her cries of agony, savoring each and every one as they spilled from her lips and into his ears, he didn’t wish for this symphony of Astra’s desperation to end, not when she had such an angelic voice, though for the moment something was stopping him from bringing her harm. Looming above her smaller form, his chest heaved, muscular arms keeping her corralled beneath him as he stared her down. She was just food, prey from him to hunt, nothing more, right? Then why was she causing such a stir in his chest?
It almost seemed as if the scale was beginning to tip in her favor, that his assault on her would soon be over.
While it was true that her blood was something irresistible, something many demons would kill even one another to get just a taste of, he didn’t seem particularly interested in that moment, it seemed as if something else about her had piqued his interest.
For a second the demon seemed to lean into the warmth of her hand against his skin, his eyes falling half-lidded as he continued examining his little prey, listening to her ramble on- it was hard to tell exactly what he was thinking for his face held the same distant expression as it had when he was still well…himself.
As his lips painted her own the same shade of crimson he went rigid, claws curling into the soft earth beneath them as a sudden surge of emotions swept through him like a tidal wave- it was all too much. A warmth spread across his face as golden eyes became misty, hot tears blossoming down pale cheeks before raining down on the woman below. Why was he crying? What was this woman doing to him? All this confusion and pain he felt- it was her fault.
He just needed her to stop talking, to stop breathing and he would feel better.
Right?
“S-Stop!” he commanded her, “Not another word!” She would not be given a chance to comply for he would strike in a fit of anger, the full force of his fist coming down on her left elbow, crushing bone as if were made from glass before pulling the limb by the forearm, twisting and tearing at the flesh- it was like a cruel child pulling the wing from a butterfly.
“You…confuse me.”
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He soaked in her cries of agony, savoring each and every one as they spilled from her lips and into his ears, he didn’t wish for this symphony of Astra’s desperation to end, not when she had such an angelic voice, though for the moment something was stopping him from bringing her harm. Looming above her smaller form, his chest heaved, muscular arms keeping her corralled beneath him as he stared her down. She was just food, prey from him to hunt, nothing more, right? Then why was she causing such a stir in his chest?
It almost seemed as if the scale was beginning to tip in her favor, that his assault on her would soon be over.
While it was true that her blood was something irresistible, something many demons would kill even one another to get just a taste of, he didn’t seem particularly interested in that moment, it seemed as if something else about her had piqued his interest.
For a second the demon seemed to lean into the warmth of her hand against his skin, his eyes falling half-lidded as he continued examining his little prey, listening to her ramble on- it was hard to tell exactly what he was thinking for his face held the same distant expression as it had when he was still well…himself.
As his lips painted her own the same shade of crimson he went rigid, claws curling into the soft earth beneath them as a sudden surge of emotions swept through him like a tidal wave- it was all too much. A warmth spread across his face as golden eyes became misty, hot tears blossoming down pale cheeks before raining down on the woman below. Why was he crying? What was this woman doing to him? All this confusion and pain he felt- it was her fault.
He just needed her to stop talking, to stop breathing and he would feel better.
Right?
“S-Stop!” he commanded her, “Not another word!” She would not be given a chance to comply for he would strike in a fit of anger, the full force of his fist coming down on her left elbow, crushing bone as if were made from glass before pulling the limb by the forearm, twisting and tearing at the flesh- it was like a cruel child pulling the wing from a butterfly.
“You…confuse me.”
Many of the questions she held within her mind were ones he wouldn’t be able to answer himself, even if he was in his right state of mind- something like this, becoming a demon, it was against everything Yoriichi stood for. How could he agree to becoming such a beast, one that would inflict the same suffering on others that he himself had been subjected to when he lost his beloved Uta and the child she carried within her belly. How could he become the one thing he sought to destroy?
Fate was a cruel mistress, she would spare no one be it old, young, rich, poor, good, or bad. This was a fact any slayer would know.
The demon’s assault on Astra was anything but coordinated, powerful jaws opted to latch onto whatever came closest for their owner was much too hungry to discriminate and in that moment an arm was the most convenient target. Words would fall upon deaf ears, only being answered by the sound of bone cracking and flesh tearing as the man she cared about so dearly tore into her body like an animal.
Fighting back would prove to be futile, trying to push him away was akin to trying to move a looming mountain, he would only stop of his own accord- though maybe, just maybe she would get lucky and be spared from being his first victim.
Just as he braced himself to make the final move to take her arm from her body, he froze.
The touch of her fingertips across his marked flesh was enough to stop him in his tracks, golden eyes turning their attention to the woman’s face for the first time. Why was this so familiar? Why did the thought of devouring this woman suddenly make him sick? Slowly he would remove his mouth from her arm, a mix of saliva and her blood dripping down his chin as he leaned his face mere centimeters from Astra’s, a low growl rumbling from his throat.
“So…hungry…”
It was…a start.
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Many of the questions she held within her mind were ones he wouldn’t be able to answer himself, even if he was in his right state of mind- something like this, becoming a demon, it was against everything Yoriichi stood for. How could he agree to becoming such a beast, one that would inflict the same suffering on others that he himself had been subjected to when he lost his beloved Uta and the child she carried within her belly. How could he become the one thing he sought to destroy?
Fate was a cruel mistress, she would spare no one be it old, young, rich, poor, good, or bad. This was a fact any slayer would know.
The demon’s assault on Astra was anything but coordinated, powerful jaws opted to latch onto whatever came closest for their owner was much too hungry to discriminate and in that moment an arm was the most convenient target. Words would fall upon deaf ears, only being answered by the sound of bone cracking and flesh tearing as the man she cared about so dearly tore into her body like an animal.
Fighting back would prove to be futile, trying to push him away was akin to trying to move a looming mountain, he would only stop of his own accord- though maybe, just maybe she would get lucky and be spared from being his first victim.
Just as he braced himself to make the final move to take her arm from her body, he froze.
The touch of her fingertips across his marked flesh was enough to stop him in his tracks, golden eyes turning their attention to the woman’s face for the first time. Why was this so familiar? Why did the thought of devouring this woman suddenly make him sick? Slowly he would remove his mouth from her arm, a mix of saliva and her blood dripping down his chin as he leaned his face mere centimeters from Astra’s, a low growl rumbling from his throat.
“So…hungry…”
It was…a start.
Yoriichi had never intended for her to find him, he thought he had put enough distance between them before he lost the last remaining threads of himself to the darkness that now coursed through his veins- he thought she was safe from him.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
A part of him knew she would come searching for him, though, he had already warned her once before that if something should happen to him she was not to persue him for it was too dangerous, he would not have her risk her life to retrieve a corpse, though it seems she had found something much worse.
As a human Yoriichi had always been a force of nature, practically unstoppable, but now… now he was a god in his own right, to kill him would be nothing less than a miracle.
Maybe there was some hope of her words reaching him, of him grasping onto just enough of himself to stop before things went to far, before he left her in pieces scattered across the crimson stained grass.
The taste of her blood was addictive, only adding to the thick fog that clouded the demon’s mind, though her voice rang faintly through.
Who was she talking about?
It didn’t matter.
He would pull away from her as her hands tugged his burgundy mane, taking just a second to look her over before he parted his lips for another bite, though instead of going for her throat, he would turn his head, digging his teeth into her arm. He had no desire to kill her just yet, he wanted to keep his meal fresh and savour the warmth her body provided.
#tw: violence#tw: blood#tw: cannibalism#tw: gore#stars and shells || astra#partner || astra stellaris
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Yoriichi had never intended for her to find him, he thought he had put enough distance between them before he lost the last remaining threads of himself to the darkness that now coursed through his veins- he thought she was safe from him.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
A part of him knew she would come searching for him, though, he had already warned her once before that if something should happen to him she was not to persue him for it was too dangerous, he would not have her risk her life to retrieve a corpse, though it seems she had found something much worse.
As a human Yoriichi had always been a force of nature, practically unstoppable, but now… now he was a god in his own right, to kill him would be nothing less than a miracle.
Maybe there was some hope of her words reaching him, of him grasping onto just enough of himself to stop before things went to far, before he left her in pieces scattered across the crimson stained grass.
The taste of her blood was addictive, only adding to the thick fog that clouded the demon’s mind, though her voice rang faintly through.
Who was she talking about?
It didn’t matter.
He would pull away from her as her hands tugged his burgundy mane, taking just a second to look her over before he parted his lips for another bite, though instead of going for her throat, he would turn his head, digging his teeth into her arm. He had no desire to kill her just yet, he wanted to keep his meal fresh and savour the warmth her body provided.
@sunsblaze ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ.
Restraint had never been an issue.
He had always kept his desires, his urges on a tight leash, never allowing a single thought to become anything but.
That was until something changed.
He changed.
Once a beacon of hope, the personification of sunlight was now shrouded in darkness, all he was becoming eclipsed by spoiled blood. Fragments of fractured memories were all that remained and yet the demon was still unable to truly grasp who he had been, the only thing he knew to be true was that he was no murderer. Instead of feasting upon humans the former demon slayer opted to starve himself, isolating himself in the dense forest to circumvent temptation, though with each passing day this task became more strenuous, the hunger was becoming too great.
Teetering on the edge ferity, the faint scent of blood pulsing beneath warm flesh was enough to tip the beast over the edge, it’s mind overcome with the need to feast, maw agape, saliva dripping past pearlescent fangs as futile attempts were made to stifle inhuman growls.
It was time to feast.
Now was not the time for games, the demon only had one goal in mind and that was to sink it’s teeth into the poor soul who had thte misfortune of wandering a little too deep into the wilds. The next moments were a flurry of claws and splintering trees as the creature desperately scrambled towards its meal, nothing would stand between predator and prey, not even a moment of hesitation as golden halos leered from the inky darkness. It was a matter of seconds before two bodies were sent tumbling across cool grass, clawed hands pushing and pulling, forcing Astra onto her back as teeth quickly found their way into the soft flesh of her shoulder.
The flow of crimson that filled the demon’s mouth was addictive, the only thing he could think to do was bite down harder. It was almost comical how two who were once so close now practically stood as strangers, one on the verge of devouring the other with teeth and lips that once offered such kind words.
「 ― Astra went looking for him. Weeks and no response, weeks and nothing else. Weeks that he was completely gone. Nothing. Something had to happen. She didn't know what, as he had... promised her that he would be back. But he never had been. And that... was terrifying, in and of itself. She had other things to do but she was more apt to spend her time on this. She hated it. She despised it. Yoriichi had become important to her and she was going to locate him.
She already made her mind up.
It was going to happen.
It surprised her, how fast it happened.
This demon was stronger than what she was used to and she was shoved to the ground, her sword skittering across the rocky ground, letting out a small exhale as the wind was knocked out of her.
She tried shoving him off, but he wasn't budging, but when she caught a look at his face, she could only stare at him, wide-eyed, mouth opened, and her hands coming to stop their fighting. Instead, her arms came to rest around his back.
Yoriichi was much too strong for her to do anything against, though all she could do was to try to talk to him and have him let her go. Hopefully that she could say something or anything, and she needed that to happen if she were to live. She found the person she was looking for.
She was a marechi, though, and he would have to pull himself away from a most delicious dinner.
"Yoriichi-san." Her words were a whisper at first.
She reached up and yanked at his hair afterwards, her voice raising, "Yoriichi-san."
"Yoriichi-san!" Finally, it was a shout, something that she had never done to him, before. And... if she were honest, she was becoming less and less present, bleeding away her strength the same as he was gaining it.
Instead, she brought his face to her throat, pushing it further in. If he were to eat her, he was to eat her. And she wasn't going to stop it. Eventually he would wake and would hate himself. She only hoped that he could stop before that happened. He had enough on his shoulders... and this was going to add more.― 」
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send 🧛♂️ to bite my muse + reverse (yoriichi biting astra)
Restraint had never been an issue.
He had always kept his desires, his urges on a tight leash, never allowing a single thought to become anything but.
That was until something changed.
He changed.
Once a beacon of hope, the personification of sunlight was now shrouded in darkness, all he was becoming eclipsed by spoiled blood. Fragments of fractured memories were all that remained and yet the demon was still unable to truly grasp who he had been, the only thing he knew to be true was that he was no murderer. Instead of feasting upon humans the former demon slayer opted to starve himself, isolating himself in the dense forest to circumvent temptation, though with each passing day this task became more strenuous, the hunger was becoming too great.
Teetering on the edge ferity, the faint scent of blood pulsing beneath warm flesh was enough to tip the beast over the edge, it’s mind overcome with the need to feast, maw agape, saliva dripping past pearlescent fangs as futile attempts were made to stifle inhuman growls.
It was time to feast.
Now was not the time for games, the demon only had one goal in mind and that was to sink it’s teeth into the poor soul who had thte misfortune of wandering a little too deep into the wilds. The next moments were a flurry of claws and splintering trees as the creature desperately scrambled towards its meal, nothing would stand between predator and prey, not even a moment of hesitation as golden halos leered from the inky darkness. It was a matter of seconds before two bodies were sent tumbling across cool grass, clawed hands pushing and pulling, forcing Astra onto her back as teeth quickly found their way into the soft flesh of her shoulder.
The flow of crimson that filled the demon’s mouth was addictive, the only thing he could think to do was bite down harder. It was almost comical how two who were once so close now practically stood as strangers, one on the verge of devouring the other with teeth and lips that once offered such kind words.
#sorry I took so long ;o;#also sorry that its eh I’m a bit rusty#blessed by the sun || yoriichi#midnight sun || demon yoriichi#tw: violence#tw: blood#tw: cannibalism
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//Ill be back sooner or later guys, I promise. I'm still having some issues with my health and I just haven't had the time and energy to write. 💕
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//While I’m trying to come up with the drive to write again… Who wants to play Fortnite zero build with me? 🥺🥺 or Lego Fortnite?? My user is swampbaitT 🥺🥺👉👈
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Yikes I’m trying to come back
antagonist rp starters -----
send 💊 to poison my muse
send 💉 to drug my muse
send 🔪 to cut my muse
send 🗡️ to stab my muse
send 🔫 to shoot my muse
send ⛓️ to chain my muse
send 🧛♂️ to bite my muse
send ♨️ to burn my muse
----- or any of these plus 🔄 [or "reverse"] to reverse the scenario
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//Update!
So I got out of the hospital around a week ago after being admitted for a week (it felt like forever), but they got me feeling a lot better. I was really low on a lot of minerals and fluids from not being able to eat or drink for weeks and I still can’t really eat but they sent me home on IV nutrition so I’ll be fine, just need to slowly let myself get better and I’ll try to come back eventually!
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//just some explanation for my absence!
Sooo tw: pregnancy/ sickness
I'm currently pregnant with my second child and I have extreme Hyperemesis gravidarum which makes me extremely sick during pregnancy. In just a month I've lost a lot of weight and have been in and out of the hospital getting fluids. I was going to terminate my pregnancy due to it but something came up and I'm unable to do that. I just haven't felt well enough to sit and write I've been vomiting so much (5-6 times a day) and its at the point where my throat is bleeding when I do so and its been a challenge already having a baby and my husband recently becoming disabled, a lot of things fall on me. If I can get my insurance to approve a Zofran pump I might be able to function again and write again but we will see how that goes.
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It was odd, usually Yoriichi was not one to succumb to illness, seldom had he ever been sick, even as a boy he had only fallen ill once during the harshest of winters, though now a change of pace. The younger Tsugikuni teetered to his elder brother’s side much as he had in their youth, his face damp, glittering pearls of sweat trailing his neck, soaking into crimson as a feverish flush stained deeply into once pale flesh. He was sick. Not only that but he had come in the dead of night, soaked to the bone in sweat, each breath that heaved from his chest crackling like a the dying embers of a campfire.
Not a single word left his lips, not even a sound as he half collapsed into the arms of his mirrored image. Yoriichi typically wasn’t this reckless, but with the fast approaching anniversary of spilled blood and shattered dreams he fought restlessly until he came undone.
Now here he was.
A mess.
@fallesto
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//might try a soft re start on things! I’ve been a bit overwhelmed lately and honestly things have been rough but I miss writing!
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//I might try to ease back I go things in a week or so starting with some short little things but at the moment I'm tired and sick as hell. 😭
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