#withsorrowandregret

[deathfavor]

@withsorrowandregret said: don't you see? you matter to me. (mikey for izana)

concern for others sentence starters

As anyone in Tenjiku would be able to tell you, No, Izana doesn't see it. He doesn't see the care from the closest people to him let alone from someone like Mikey. Years of jealousy coil tight in his chest and venom fills his mouth like a snake ready to bite. It isn't far from the truth. Izana doesn't have any control or filter that stops normal people. He goes until he can't, for one reason or another.

" No. " Izana's answer is decisive and short. It isn't just a response ; it's a rejection of what Mikey claims to him. Mikey doesn't care. Not yet at least. He'll break Mikey apart and build him back the way that Izana thinks he should be. He'll make him into the image he wants. That Mikey will say Izana matters to him. That Mikey will depend on him the same way a broken toy relies on someone fixing it over and over and over again.

This Mikey? This Mikey is the one Shinichiro always mentioned. The one he was going to give everything to. The Black Dragons included. The reason that Shinichiro wasn't his brother. Except Shinichiro wasn't even- Izana's eye twitches slightly and he turns his head away, draws in a trembling and silent breath where no one can see.

" I don't. " It's a response that could answer either question. No, he doesn't see it OR No, you don't care about me. Both are fitting statements in Izana's mind and he offers no further clarification as per usual of Izana. Maybe he doesn't know it himself. Izana spares a glance thrown over towards Mikey. " West winds are starting to blow. It won't matter regardless. "

[ofsavior]

kissing dialogue. || @withsorrowandregret

“it doesn’t have to mean anything.” (shinya to guren)

“ ................ ”

Something inside of him twists at the remark. Shinya has a point, but Guren's all too resistant to admit that. A kiss doesn't have to hold meaning. Demons. Desires. Sins. Noya is particularly ravenous. A test of his resolve everyday, but such a trial is one they all face now. Averting his gaze, Guren sighs. Raising a hand, he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“ Pervert. ” He retorts, but the words lacking its typical bite. Guren can't bring himself to be irritated; not really. He's too disappointed in himself.

Lowering his head, he faces elsewhere. His eyes, however, peer to Shinya. Curious. Interested. “ I guess that's how it was with Mahiru. ” A confession he hasn't shared with anyone; barely even himself. Even now, it's hard to hear and harder to swallow. How does someone ever accept something like that? “ Don't tell me you're about to become a serial kisser. ”

[soulsballad]

@withsorrowandregret: ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ (hamel to bay yi)

she's not weak.

she can't be weak, despite the silly persona she may showcase to the chief and other sinners at the mbcc. she acts dopey and slow, but she's far from it, it's all a front; a mask so she can continue to close herself off from those around her, to keep herself reeled back from reality. that means when she's injured, she downplays it several. it happens so much the chief has her checked out after every mission, regardless if she's been hurt or not. the mission which took place a few days ago took her by surprise. she took a slash to the abdomen by a corruptor and it hurt like hell, and she was treated for it upon her return. only, it wasn't clearing up. it was somehow getting worse.

and she was too proud to mention it. so she takes it on the chin, ignores the aches and the burning, she even ignores how the opening of the wounds begins to turn black, she's in denial, if anything. a corruptor won't be what takes her out, like hell it will be. however, she begins to think otherwise as she sways side to side as she weakly makes her way down the corridor towards the recreation room, beads of sweat trickling down her face. she's headed somewhere, somewhere she's not certain of, but her body is being lured in, and when she makes it to the room, she knows why.

there, in the centre of the room, was hamel. the s-rank sinner, the first-ever sinner, apparently. her beauty and grace emit from her like a warmth, her movements are nothing short of beautiful, and they never fail to take her breath away. unfortunately, this time it's not her dancing that does such a thing, but the injury which continues to worsen. dropping all of a sudden, the sinner hits the floor with a weak puff of air, the world around her spinning and darkening. but she makes out the soft flashes of periwinkle above her, and the gentle voice. bai yi doesn't make out what she says, because the ringing in her ears is much louder than the other's dulcet tone.

a sharp pain to the wound has her body jolting, a cry of pain escapes her as she goes to swat away the other woman's hands, but soon enough the pain begins to subside. a few moments pass by and she's lying on her back, gazing up at a dancing hamel, blinking tiredly as the sinner's ability slowly begins to make the edges of bai yi's wound pull back together, and at a speed she's never seen. this woman truly was angelic.

[barrenstars]

it's been a few days since the incident with br-004 and bai yi having whisked zoya off to safety. it was tricky getting away from the chief with zoya being nothing but deadweight, especially since the sinners working for the chief were equally as determined to get her back as bai yi was to take her away. but she managed it, she always did. having taken the leader of legion to a safe house, or more like a hole in the ground no one would stumble across, she'd begun steady work on patching them both up, zoya more than herself. even though bai yi was injured, badly at that, her main mission was to keep zoya alive and nurse her back to health.

when it came to medical equipment the sinner was useless, but someone had already been to prepare an iv and everything else she'd need, all bai yi had to do was change it every so often, but after the first day or two she felt as though zoya didn't need anything other than rest and frequent changing of her bandages. so, at this particular hour of the night, that's exactly what she is doing. sitting on a chair pulled up by the tattered bed, the speedy sinner hums a tune absentmindedly as she uses a few disinfectant wipes to clean up around discoloured wounds. when she hears a rough groan, bright eyes immediately flicker upwards, seeing the legion leader begin to stir.

already? zoya really was absolutely remarkable.

as she takes the time to regain consciousness, bai yi finishes up as quickly as she can, putting on another bandage before turning her undivided attention onto the woman, and not her injuries. a hand reaches out to her sickly complexion, moving aside some strands of her greasy hair. she decided to wait until zoya regained consciousness before worrying about such things. ❝ good morning, sleeping beauty ~ how are you feeling? ❞ / @withsorrowandregret ( plotted starter! )

[daysterre]

plotted starter with @withsorrowandregret | Minamoto Teru & Arima Kana

❝ Minamoto Teru! ❞ Kana called his name, once having seen him wandering the hallways alone. A bit unexpected was her sudden approach, considering they hadn't spoken many times before even if being in the same class — better say none at all, but when witnessing a rising star, a flickering new-sprung flame, she couldn't help her urge to get closer, in hopes one day she could reflect his light. Selfish were her reasons, just like the kind of industry they had stepped in.

❝ I saw your performance. It was impressive for an up-and-coming actor. ❞ Said Arima Kana, once famous child actor prodigy, a star that was never meant to shine for too long. ❝ Especially the way you swung your sword. I've seen many professionals fail at being natural in battle scenes. ❞ The truth was, this seemed to be the most excelling part of his acting skills. Even though he was much better than the average actor of their age, his emotional acting was lacking in her trained eye, watching him up close confirmed her assumptions. He carried a distant aura, one delivered even to the scene. Yet this was no weakness of his, not for the career he had chosen. His looks were outstanding, and along with his attitude — a pretty face that'd make one's heart race, yet so out of reach — was one of the reasons that'd make him popular. One of the reasons he was going to succeed.

❝ How did you do it? Did you take any classes? ❞

[jikoku-a]

teru cracks his knuckles . ❝    well well , look who decided to finally show up . perhaps you have forgotten about the rules &. need a little reminer , aoi  ?    ❞

here, trembling in his uwabaki, lies aoi akane: death by exorcist beads stringing him up or lightning striking from the tip of his senpai's blade or the superhuman strength that is often leveraged to manhandle him in a sadistic method of stress relief. teru looks down upon him, blue gaze of malevolence, sickly sweet smile plastered to his face as he cracks at the knuckles in his fist. it is a triggering sound, nails on a chalkboard, excuses dying in his throat.

" haah ... sorry, president. i thought we were going to fold the fall festival pamphlets on monday, not today. an honest mistake, really. could happen to anyone, am i right ? " chest heaves with exertion, rosy flush at his cheeks: athleticism aside, he's sprinted halfway across the school to make it to the classroom with only a margin of tardiness. " and i was going to ask to walk ao - chan home ... " sulking is a grumble masked under the shadow of a thin sigh, though wary gaze is still upon exorcist's approach. it is a friday: shouldn't he be allowed to go home ?

[nxvola]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍 in an instant upon catching the sight of a well known silhouette. It used to be hidden within the shadow of a baby's frame but now. Ah, now it fills his entire being with 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. Finally. ❝ Finally you are all grown, baby ⸻ won't you let me bite you to death? ❞ / starter call / @withsorrowandregret ( reborn )

[deathfavor]

@withsorrowandregret​ said: the entire room is filled with balloons to celebrate worlds tiger day  ,     pspspsps written all over the decoration  .     shinya goes down on one knee  ,    proposing  :   ❝   will you forever be my tiger  ?    ❞

ITS TIGER DAY GUYS

   “  What -  “  Byakkomaru blinks at the room full of balloons, calm expression turned to one of surprise before he rather quickly notices the pspspsps that’s written over basically just about everything. Which promptly earns a deadpan stare. So THIS was why Shinya had that unusual request to go snooping.

   Well played, well played.

   It’s so ridiculous that Byakkomaru nearly bursts into a fit of laughter as he looks down at Shinya on his knee, as if they didn’t already have an oath and contract - one of cursed gear, one of his own. But he manages to school his expression to some degree, though he doesn’t hide the laughter in his eyes.

    “  Oh Shinya! You spoil me.  “  He swoons dramatically, purposefully exaggerating the acts before he puts out one of his hands.  “  I thought you’d never ask! Of course I will!  “  He nearly chokes on suppressed laughter.  “  I’m so happy I could die!  “

[ofsavior]

belated guren birthday. || @withsorrowandregret

gift giving was a custom he was not well - versed in . a quiet touch , lingering longer than it should — alike the midnights shadows obscure . for guren , however , he would make an exception . at the hollow of night , shinya would press a neatly - wrapped package into his hands . within : the haori of sakae ichinose , salvaged from hiiragi possession . “happy birthday guren . i — i know he meant a lot to you . ”

Little was expected today. A world so sparse and empty as theirs limited the feasibility of gift giving. There were a thousand — or even million — more important priorities than his own birthday. Somehow, however, Shinya found the time to visit. Setting aside his paperwork, Guren stood from his desk chair. Rounding his desk, he met Shinya in the center of the room. Eyes fell to the package in hand, but Shinya was already pressing it forward.

Nimble fingers peeled away the exterior, and he recognized fabric that was dyed with nostalgia. The haori of Sakae Ichinose. An odd vulnerability reflected in Guren's eyes; they shined as they looked on like those of a child's. Years. It'd been so long.

Guren was silent and still, only his eyes shaking in their admiring shine. A slow raise of his chin, and he looked to Shinya. “ How many strings did you have to pull to do this? ”

[barrenstars]

@withsorrowandregret : [ piggyback ] sender gives receiver a piggyback ride (mikey for emma)

he steps out the house and emma can hear the sigh that slips past his lips. it only makes her grin wider. readjusting her hands, which were draped around his neck from behind, she shimmies a little, prompting mikey into adjusting her on his back before she settles once more, outstretching a finger towards the gate of the sano residence. ❝ come on, i don't want to waste time. get moving, mikey! you promised you'd accept the punishment fair and square! ❞

when he begins to move, trudging himself, and emma, out of their shared household, the blonde giggles and peeks around to get a look at his side countenance. ❝ this isn't even the worst of it. i get to spend the entire day on your back, and that includes the toman meeting tonight, by the way-! ❞ oh, she can't wait. to see everyone's faces when mikey drives in on his bike, emma on the back, only to get off and then crouch down for her to jump on, and then spend the entire meeting giving a speech to all those boys with his younger sister attached to his back like a backpack. they'll all be so confused, she simply could not wait.

happily, emma kicks her feet while they make their way down the street, towards the city, as she instructed. she wanted ice cream, and it would probably cheer him up too. lazily, the sano rests her chin on her brother's shoulder, allowing her eyes to drift closed. ❝ oh, i hope draken-kun is around and sees us before tonight. i can't wait to see his face - he'll be so confused, ha! ❞

[starwrote]

" you're not properly welcomed to fontaine until you've had a shopping spree with moi please, let us take haste!" the golden socialite spins around her parasol with a sparkling smile. / @withsorrowandregret for keqing.

[nonhumen]

✏️ (from chuuya or yosano to dazai)

Dazai: I love you. Chuuya, not paying attention: What was that? Dazai: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Chuuya: Help! I’m drowning! Dazai: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water! Chuuya: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

Chuuya: Ugh, crushes are so dumb. Dazai: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid. Chuuya: But you’re always acting stupid? Dazai: … Dazai: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Yosano: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Dazai: What changed your mind? Yosano: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?

Yosano: Dazai is restricted to decaf for the rest of this adventure.

Yosano: I'm having problems with a guy… Dazai: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

[godsbox-a]

❝ what’re you, my mother? ❞ (from amanai)

the weight of a snappy yes !! nearly bursts before he can catch it between a hard click of his teeth, brow twitching, fists curling. a whole existence so formerly floating by, resting uncaring on the effortless impressiveness of his own laurels, might as well've gotten strapped down in concrete shoes for the blow of a lifetime of stressors knocking into him like a truck. ( karmic retribution ? not the first time he'd caught nanami's self - satisfaction from the edge of his eye. ) he scowls, cocks out a hip caged beneath the prop of his hands and sniffs      distaste. ❝ yeah as if. i'd at least have a cute kid. ❞ &. a hand darts out, knocking two fingers hard against her forehead, flicking her hair up into the air.

it's like keeping a fish alive, he'd reason. not throwing too many crumbs into a koi pond, trying to get a return on that investment of time and care, but : even in tugging on her braid, slapping her hands away, stealing her phone and holding it up high over head : there was more to it than that, wasn't there ? bottled up breath whistles low, deflating gojou, drooping down with an elbow at her shoulder. ❝ stop being annoying. i wanna go get good breakfast, but they got a no pets sign. so be like a lady. ❞ [ ☁️ ] @withsorrowandregret

[sevnthhart-a]

( 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 ) ⋆ ･ﾟ * // ❛  you know you can always talk to me .  ❜ —— @withsorrowandregret    /    𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐇 .

if those words had been uttered by anyone else, she would've assumed they were spoken in passing. merely a means to encourage momentum in the name of progress, or to spark up any bit of hope that someone might've cared. this was not just anyone, however. this was aerith — someone far more perceptive than she let on. her eyes softened at the sudden spotlight placed on her, a mix of emotions behind them. she was grateful to have been thought of,  ( to feel seen is one aspect of life everyone desires at least once )  but shameful all the same. her hopes of being viewed as an ever present pillar of strength was near unattainable, such as stars. it didn't stop her from wishing on them beneath a blue moon. 

           ❛  huh ?  oh  ...  ❜   her voice seemed to bleed into something faint, not wanting to be heard by anyone else but her  ( even though the pair had long since split off on their own ). it was silly, she knew as much, but a twinge of embarrassment lingered in her chest. not directly caused by aerith, but certainly a product of tifa's own making.  ( despite ,  despite ,  despite  ... )  no amount of adverse emotions could take away the fact that she was so very glad to call the local flower peddler her friend.   ❛   ...  thanks ,  aerith .  i really appreciate that .  ❜   a smile graced her features, before subtly switching to something more serious.   ❛  speaking of  ...  a lots happened ,  huh ?  ...  are you feeling okay ?  not overwhelmed at all ?  ❜

[donutghoul-a]

what do you mean “we are not friends” - your best friend teru

what the hell are you talking about

[boundlss]

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ (misono @ lily)

Lily chuckles, muffling the sound with a hand. Misono's general temper is nothing short of endearing, though they know that Misono wouldn't take kindly to hearing that sentiment aloud and wisely don't put it out into the open.

"Don't push yourself too hard, Misono. No matter how determined a person is, there's a limit to what everyone can do."

They reach out, ruffle Misono's hair in the way they've always done, and offer him a kind and composed smile. "Now, why don't you hang it all up for the day? I'm sure the cookies I put in earlier are almost ready; we can have a few before you rest."

They turn away towards the door before Misono can see their expression become slightly bitter. Inaudible, they whisper something regretful to themself.

"I wonder how long, now..."

dialogue. / accepting.