#divineheirkuro

[londoria-blog]

@divineheirkuro -- ;

Conflict boiled in the Londorian’s breast at the thought of being here again, knowing full-well the weight of what she’d left behind. As invading phantoms, she’d had one of the Pale Shades ascertain the boy’s location, heart thrilling with guilt and a hidden, maternal want alike. It was only when they’d ensured Kuro was alive that Yuria felt a guilt blossom in her bosom that was utterly rare, sometimes unheard of. It was in the confines of the Ashina Estate that she manifested like a phantom, Red Eye Orb the vehicle that enabled her coming. Knowing her garb would likely call out her person, she hardly brought herself to care. 

Sabatons clopped on the soft tatami mats, the unease of peace settling heavily upon her shoulders as she searched, wondering if they hadn’t been invaded--to explain the dwindled numbers. 

Yet, when the sight of a small figure caught her off guard, her breath nearly stuck in her throat. 

“Thou’rt...the Lord Kuro, art thou not?”

[sckiro]

{ Continued here. @divineheirkuro }

He always knew when something was wrong. In an instant, Wolf was by his son’s side. The news would most likely sadden him and he knew that he wouldn’t want his parents to separate. Things between them had just gotten out of hand and it was the best if they had this. It just became too much for both of them.

Wolf held Kuro tight against his chest, resting his chin on top of his head. Trying his best to not let his own tears fall. He needed to be strong for Kuro. Running his fingers through his hair, he hushed him, comforting him as best he could.

[ashinagenichirou]

{ Continued here. @divineheirkuro }

Genichiro did his best to mask the sadness that wrapped around his chest. The fact that he usually left for one of his business trips never was at all something he liked doing. Especially not this one moment. It was hard to tell him what would happen to Wolf and him.

He blinked several times as his son held him tight, not wanting to let him go. His hands rested on the boy’s shoulders, gently moving him so that he may release him. Lifting Kuro’s chin to look up at him, he gave him a smile that didn’t match the way his eyes showed. 

❪ “Hey. Take care of your papa, all right? Do that for me?” ❫

[vinodiriso]

@divineheirkuro ♡‘ed for a starter !!!

“Miko-sama... please, rest.”

Kuro-sama was swaying for the lack of sleep, he was holding scrolls in his young, small hands that were ancient when compared to him. Ema gently put a hand on top of his, hoping not to be reprimanded by her lord for such an intimate gesture she hadn’t been granted the permission for.

“Ookami-dono will come soon and he will bring good news, I am sure. Till then, why wouldn’t Miko-sama employ this time by resting his body and mind? My lord... please...”

[londoria-blog]

17: Cheek Kiss for his mama :')

It always seemed so late when it was finally quiet, that the yokai ceased their howling and thieves and rogue men who served their banners and clans and pitted themselves against all who called themselves alive, it was almost peaceful. Truthfully, Yuria was still learning these lands, so alive and foreign to one such as herself. Where hearts still beat and she might even be considered divine among them; an utterly laughable notion! Here and now, there was no divinity. The only difference that existed was between the living and the dead, those who wielded weapons and those at the mercy of them. Or, could be. 

Yuria sat at the cooling embers of the makeshift fire with surprising ease in her heart. The spring dances of the capital in Kyoto was set to begin in a matter of weeks and she was eager to take her son to and see for the very first time. As the flames crackled easily, so too was Yuria’s languid movements with the whetstone she ran along the seamless, pristine and translucent edge of her blade she was content to work upon while little Kuro slept soundly. Yet, as she became deeply engrossed in the maintenance of her katana, little footfalls she barely heard crept by her side and a small hand was felt upon her shoulder, Yuria turning into a small, fleeting kiss from her son to her cheek, the Londorian feeling her lips rise in an automatic smile. 

“Art thou unable to slumber, my little dragon?” she murmured affectionately as she took the small boy in her arms, reciprocating the cheek kiss just as much so.

[ashinagenichirou]

divineheirkuro replied to your post “Modern Genichiro would always be looking through his photos of Kuro...”

// cries

Genichiro be like sending sweets he finds and sends it to kuro. X’D to compensate for him not being there.

[sckiro]

✩

ACTS OF AFFECTION  // @divineheirkuro​ // accepting

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

Wolf sat on the floor as his lord had insisted he redo his hair. The small stray hairs seeming to have left its binding. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. His hair that was black but also white due to the Dragon’s blood, was gently combed through. He sat there silently, not moving a muscle until Kuro was finished tying his hair.

“Thank you, my lord.”

He turned his head as Kuro had said he was finished.

[ashinagenichirou]

☼

Acts of Affection // @divineheirkuro // accepting

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

The soft rays of the sun seeped through the curtains in the living room. The two that two in the room was watching a movie together. Kuro was doing his homework while Genichiro was helping him out as he rested on the couch.

His closed his eyes for only a few minutes until he felt a weight on his chest. His hands began to tousle the little boy’s hair who decided to stop doing homework to sleep on his father’s chest. Kuro’s little arms wrapped around his chest as he giggled and told him to stop messing his hair up.

“Ok. You can nap only for a few minutes. Then homework.”

[ashinagenichirou]

“A-am I going to die?”

Attacked // @divineheirkuro // accepting.

The Commander of Ashina simply looked at the child, one that had the blood that was both blessed and cursed. It didn’t matter as long as he was able to have it. He had tried so many times, been kind to him to be accepted into the immortal oath.

Yet this child had asked such a simple question. His eyes still so cold as his blade was slightly buried into his abdomen, purposely on the side as he only needs enough to bathe his blade in his blood.

“I know not, Divine Heir. If only you chose to give me the Dragon’s blood, this would have not happened.”

The blade left the young lord, allowing him to stumble backwards in agony. his eyes gazed upon the blade. If he wasn’t going to have it, he might as well have a moral blade.

[ashinagenichirou]

“Whoa, when did you get this?”

Injury Starters // @divineheirkuro // accepting.

A little embarrassed as his son would ask this question. He had hoped his hair would cover it as it was still red. He didn’t expect this to happen, he had only wanted to surprise Wolf, or playfully startle him. It was hard to scare such a man when he literally had eyes at the back of his head. He was lucky this time, but this was met by a sudden slap to the face.

❪ “I fell....don’t worry about it. ❫

[ashinagenichirou]

‘ everyone needs somebody. we got each other. ’ (divineheirkuro)

soft family things // @divineheirkuro // accepting

Maybe it was how he looked or how he acted. He never meant to as he always tried to look as if there was nothing bothering him. But he would not expect his son to pick up on his strange behaviour.

“That is true....” He whispered, “Thank you for telling me.”

Genichiro stood and picked him up, giving him a tight hug.