@yeonban said: 10. for soma to request seiroku’s favorite meal from the chefs and bring it to him in an attempt at helping the doctor feel better after having noticed him looking a tad... off, in some sense of the word, earlier in the day.
comfort starters
The aura that surrounds Seiroku is different than it usually is, and if the reactions he was getting were anything to go by, others were picking up on it. Not that it effected his work, Seiroku wouldn’t allow for that. His work was as flawless and efficient as it always was, and he didn’t slack off either. It was just that something in the air around him gave a distinct feeling to those witnessing it of a ship lost at sea in a vicious storm. It didn’t help when he could feel the worrying gazes on his back from some of the medical staff, or when some of the patients seemed especially intent to thank him for his help with bright eyes. Or delirious ones. Those ones were worse, because even in the haze of the pain they were trying to make sure he knew of their gratefulness.
Part of him wanted to snap at them. Part of him wanted to destroy all of this, this warmth that tasted sweet like sugar on his tongue. The emotion in his chest feels like spikes under his skin, angry and sharp. Seiroku didn’t. Instead, he’d only offered a distant smile and gentle assurance he was just doing his job, and to let him know if they needed anything.
He needs to remove this warmth like removing a tumor, to split himself open and rip it out and throw away the malformed mess. Self surgery - he could probably do it. How many bushi had he slaughtered? Seiroku moves through the busy streets, his gaze barely flicking over the bushi as he made his way back to his room. He’d long lost count of the number. He slaughtered everyone, indiscriminately so long as they were Bushi. He hated them. He hated them. Hated them like leeches. That’s right. He needed to crush them out.
This wasn’t his door though, this was no creation of those black crystals. (He wasn’t even enchanted by them like some of the other members.) This was all real.
Seiroku quickens his pace, paying little heed to his surroundings till he’s safe within his own room. At least his work was over and he wouldn’t need to face anyone if he didn’t want to. Everyone had off days, most would brush it off simply as that. He hoped. How would he know? He’d never had anyone care.
His three golden swords clatter to the ground as he sets them aside and he moves to stand by the window, head resting against the wooden frame as he watched colors bleed from the sky as the sun lowered. He could imagine what most were doing. Drinking, eating, laughing. Everything he’d wanted. Everything he’d been confident he’d never get. Sometimes he could coax members to drink or eat with him, but it wasn’t the same. It was always him reaching out, trying to catch the sunlight in jars. Of course, you can’t seal sunlight in jars. Of course no one in the eight would reach out to him like that outside of having something they needed him to do.
He presses his tongue against the top of his mouth, eyes closed as he swallows away the too-sweet warmth like a fire eater extinguishing the flames. He doesn’t need warmth. He needs smoke and ash and emptiness, or a heat of anger so intense that the nerves confuse it for cold. Except anger is a blinding force and hardly good for strategy. So smoke and ash it is.
Seiroku snaps out of his thoughts when he hears the door slide open, knowing there’s really only one person who’d come find him. (At least without the frantic rhythm of running feet and his name already being called out because there’s some medical emergency happening). He also knows Soma will instantly notice something is amiss if he hasn’t already - but to what extent he’ll point it out is unknown.
His stomach growls at the smell of food and his eyes shift to the tray in Soma’s hands. “ You remembered. “ His eyes widen in genuine disbelief. He’d only mentioned it in passing once, he hadn’t expected Soma to actually remember something so insignificant as his favorite meal. And somehow that hurts. Even as Seiroku’s expression softens, and there’s a faint glimpse of something melancholic lurking in his gaze before he shoves it down beneath the waves.
Why do you have to make this so hard? Please...Please stop...
Please don’t stop.
“ Thank you. “ Seiroku pushes a smile to his lips as he moves away from the window and the dark outside to sit at the table. His mouth waters yet he only stares for a moment at the food. “ ...I really mean that. I’m not just saying it. “ His head lifts to look at the captain. He didn’t need to do any of this. His gaze lingers before he turns his head back to take a bit of the food before it got cold. Warm..
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Being single sometimes means being singled out, both by those in your life who are wondering why you haven’t married and by yourself as you ask the same things. Well, there’s a godly perspective on singleness that doesn’t necessarily align with the words we hear from within and without. Mike, Tyler, Paris, and Eryn, who range the gamut from single to engaged to married, dive into scripture, explain their stories, and look to anime (Midori Days, Food Wars, and Romantic Killer) and that great fantasy epic, The Lord of the Rings, as they tackle singlehood in episode 25 of the Tangle x Cast!
0:00 - Introduction
1:01 - Announcements
2:24 - Catch-up!
6:18 - Husbando and Waifu
19:48 - Singleness
21:02 - Discussion—Midori Days and Patience in Singleness
20:19 - Discussion—Food Wars and Blessings of Singleness
32:28 - Discussion—Romantic Killer and Embracing Singleness
38:35 - Discussion—Lord of the Rings and Living Out Singleness
51:11 - Closing
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actually. hem hem. miss lumine can we get your feelings on a certain acting grand sage.
─「蛍」─ " my feelings ? about alhaitham ? " the question came a bit of a surprise, but the OUTLANDER still considered it seriously despite not knowing why the sudden curiosity. " i think he's reliable. most people don't really understand him, or misunderstand him. his words can sometimes be rather sharp and blunt, but i don't think he means anything bad by it. at least that's what i thought. " she tucked a finger under her chin, tilting her head in thoughts. what else ...
" something about him makes me feel really safe around. i feel like i could let my guard down with him. being next to him gives me a sense of calmness, and ... belonging. does that make sense ? " it did, for her. after all, she was a traveler, she didn't feel like she belonged ANYWHERE. so it was a big deal for her to find a sense of sanctuary, not in a place, but in someone. there was a small pause, as though she was contemplating if she should say the next word, and then — she smiled. softly, warmly.
" being around him makes me happy. " i adore him dearly so.
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Good morning I just woke up and started making some icons but I burst out laughing midway through bc one cap was just. This. not sure how necessary this was for us to see given the context of the chapter but thank you nevertheless Ohtaka I owe you my life
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