better yet, she wouldn't care
pairing: mizu x hiina (oc)
warnings: depictions of blood, vomiting, cursing, no beta we die like my will to live
tags: hopeless lesbians, enemies to lovers (if you squint), hiina being sassy, mizu returning the energy, mizu almost dies
a/n: this is purely for self indulgent reasons because I enjoy sharing my oc lore with the world. + jackie and wilson for max brainrot
mizu is no stranger to death; if anything, they're close acquaintances. over this time, she's grown accustomed to the somewhat comforting feeling of the waves of her fury washing over her, swallowing her, embracing her lifeless body before she's up again; back to this reality. she knows it's bound to happen any time she unsheathes her blade, and she knows she cannot stop it. but for the first time, she's afraid. and she's falling. falling quickly, helplessly, grappling at any chance she has to survive, but she's falling nonetheless. and she's so used to the feeling of fearlessness that she had forgotten. forgotten to be afraid, forgotten to allow herself to be vulnerable. and she knows, deep down she knows that this is how it will be. so she lets herself fall. fall onto the snow, stain it's purity with her blood, defile it of its cleanliness. and she's trapped— trapped inside her head, trapped inside these walls she's build up around herself, so trapped she does not feel the hand around her own, the head on her chest. she does not hear the voice calling for her to stay awake, cursing in her ear, she does not hear the shuffling around her in the cold night.
and then she's waking up, world spinning as she barely manages to open her eyes, taking in the harshness of the fire burning next to her. and she's sitting up, hand clutching her chest to find a lack of bindings and the appearance of stitches on her chest. the swordswoman should know better, but she attempts to stand and falls— yet again. she falls back to where she was and she's vomitting this time; gagging on the air she's barely breathing in, spitting up her regret onto the unfamiliar flooring beneath her. and a woman is next to her then, cursing in that voice she heard on death's doorstep, holding her head and pushing her back down. telling her she's being an idiot while sounding soft, and almost satirical. and she opens her eyes. it's not often mizu would be in awe of anybody, much less somebody she doesn't know. but the woman in front of her is everything to be in admiration of. like some kind of divine being, she is framed pristinely by the light of the ember behind her— accentuating her skin, her hair, her eyes. reflecting that pulchritudinous smile. she's smiling. and gods, it's something.
"y'know, you could stare, or you could answer my question. are you okay? do you need anything?" her voice, ringing in the ears of the samurai, sweet and melodic and powerful all at once, and almost as if on queue she hands over a bowl of something that smells sickly, but for the sake of the act mizu takes it, smiling so weakly it's futile. the woman sighs, kneeling next to the futon as she sorts through unlabelled jars filled with unrecognisable plants.
"I apologise for removing your bindings, it was for the sake of the stitches." "so, you..?" "yes, I know. don't worry, your secret is safe." and the situation seems to stop at that statement. "who are you? why did you.." "my name is hiina, and I helped you because I could. it's as plain as that."
and, for some stupid, foolish reason, the swordswoman just smiled. looked at this helplessly beautiful doe eyed woman in front of her and just.. smiled. "thank you."
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so many mons....
Hazypaw (he/him), a fakemon called a slup
Enzo (they/it), who is the murkrow that shockpaw helped! they're friends :]
Argo (he/she), a flareon/floatzel fusion who does water rescue work
Cuddlepaw (he/him), who is also a fakemon (named adorimp). he's basically one of those crocheted plushies hehehe
Eelpaw (xe/xem), a funky wooper based on those uhh galaxy fruit smoothies! Xe was designed by WhippieKippy.
Weddell (he/him), a sealeo :] his patterns are based on harp seals
Foster (he/him), a funky cloyster with a shell made of clouds. He and Weddel are super gay i love them
Maskpaw (he/she/they), a completely normal starly who isnt weird at all >:)
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