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danseurelle:

Rei doesn’t know how to handle this.  Youta’s been so kind to her, he has to want something from her, right ??  That’s how the world worked.  Kindness was never given for free, there was always a price.  But for the endless amount of kindness she’d been shown in Izumo, what could possibly be the price ??  It scared her.  The last time someone had shown her kindness, the price was her body, and that wasn’t something she wanted to pay again.  

❝ Y-Youta……what do y-you want f-from me ?? ❞  She finally asks one evening over tea.   ❝ I-I mean…..k-kindness isn’t e-ever free.  S-So what d-do you want ?? ❞  Her tone is empty, devoid of even fear, and her normally bright eyes are dulled.  This is a conversation she’s used to having with clients who were kind to her and expected less than savory payments.  Was that even in his mind ??  She doubted it, but she’d always doubted it.   ❝ I-I can’t r-really offer much i-in the way of, w-well, anything……b-but…. ❞  She trails off, almost hiccuping as her eyes start to water.   ❝ T-There has to be s-something, e-everyone wants s-something. ❞  Her voice is now shaking and cracking and her hands tremble, wrapping around herself.  She wants to cry, but she won’t.

It’s almost implied in her body language what she’s not saying, something she’s ashamed of, and her gaze trails to the floor, cheeks flushed and eyes near overflowing with tears.  It scares her to think that she might be taken advantage of again, as this is the only place she can really go that her captors haven’t sold her, where no one knows her face.  Sniffling, she looks up slightly, her expression almost pitiful as she speaks once more, on the verge of breaking down.

❝ J-Just tell me. ❞

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     It’s been a few days since Rei has arrived, and Youta has already adjusted to her presence. He has already assigned her two of her own personal maids, put an order in with his tailor to make her festival clothing for the coming solstice, given her a tour, and, like clockwork, always has his tea and meals with her. He’s made a friend of her, if he dare say so.

           But when she speaks up, he politely lowers his teacup to look at her rather than the changing, falling leaves. It takes him a moment to understand, and once he does, the smallest of smiles takes his lips. He reaches for a cloth napkin, to quietly offer it for her watering eyes.

     “I don’t want anything from you, Rei. Nothing but your friendship.”

And it’s true. He already has anything she could give him. He has money, he has servants, he has plenty of women that want him. What she can give him is her presence. Her friendship. She can make him feel so much less alone, while his sister is out doing dignitary work or something like that. 

“I’m not like the others, I promise you. I don’t want your body or money or anything like that...”

     He supposes he should tell her. That it might make her feel more comfortable. But he still hesitates, peeking around to ensure none of the staff is nearby. Some of them know, it’s true, but he would like to keep it as minimal as he can.

Youta turns back to Rei, hands curled around his cup. It takes him a moment to make eye contact.

               “I don’t want any woman’s body, actually. I’m... homosexual. I would never touch you or do things to you like others may have. I promise that I only want to have you as a friend and keep you safe.”

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Look how the streets turn cold when I walk it.                                                           It’s my rules; no man can stop it.

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missed drawing that dumb shark too 

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ok but what if i made an rp for one of the nohrian concubines from the concubine wars

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my logic: yea i should really unpack and clean and do laundry-- actual me: ok but what if i made another fan kid

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danseurelle:

@yonmyoji like they’re so pure…..i cry about how much rei loves youta more than i cry about real life

he just wants to love and protect the small like at first he just wanted someone to talk to but now she’s like his bff and i cry everytiem

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She's staring out the window, eyes devoid of any emotion, and not registering his presence until she turns around, expression blank and sad. " It's cold out. " She mumbled, looking back towards the window. The cold weather made the heavily scarred areas of her body ache. "....It hurts....when it gets cold. The scars hurt." She adds, her voice cold as the wind outside. "...Will you sit with me ?? Just until it gets warm."

    It’s starting to get colder, and Youta has been laying up accordingly. But when he passes by Rei in the hall, he pauses, listening to her request. He doesn’t respond, though; as if he needs to be asked!

           Rather, he moves to sit beside her in front of the window, shedding a scarf around his neck to offer her as he pulls her to tuck against his side for warmth.

                                                          “Better?”

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i put my frozen pizza in the microwave too long and it melted and it’s a pile of soggy crust and liquid cheese

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alt!

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      He isn’t sure what the cause for these  headaches could be. There are too many variables, too many things screaming within the confines of his skull.

There are betrayals that sting him in places he thought he had long buried. Flashing images of his friends claimed MIA or DIA on computer screens. An excited, fresh new face contorting into pain and grief with a sword so normally clean and well-polished now stained with blood. White feathers fragile and disintegrating under his boots. A small wound festering and degrading, and blood transfusions non-compatible to help. Greed, desire, wrath, envy…

Or perhaps it’s Her. The way her voice is so shrill and shrieking, like nails on the chalkboard of his mind. Crossing out morals and ideals and hissing at him to kill. To destroy what created him, and the very planet it all spawned from. To thrust a decayed world through the heavens like a twisted meteor, streaking through space to infect and kill another. A bloody, disgusting cycle that brings him a sick bloodlust and surge of power. To become a god in Her place, and to carry out what she set to do two thousand years ago.

Either way, they don’t make potions for this kind of ache. They don’t make materia that can quell the raging storm inside of him as he looks from the outside in. As a pulsing, grotesque form of JENOVA herself attacks this sacred space, and the final Cetra and the final obstacle in his way lays to the side, bloody and lifeless and cold. Tears stain the faces of warriors that are fighting with pure emotion, their movements sloppy and too overpowered.

Masamune drips with her blood.

              He has essentially killed the goddess.

                                   It makes him laugh through other-worldly migraines.

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danseurelle:

Rei leans into the offered embrace, nodding quietly.   ❝ I-I know.  I-I……I  t-trust you, Y-Youta. ❞  Those words were always hard for her to think about, let alone say, but they were true.  She looks up at him with a smile, honeyed hues sparkling like they hadn’t since she was a child.  A soft chuckle warms her throat and she hums as she thinks about the weight those words hold for her.  Blindly, she has placed her faith in him, and she knows in her heart that he won’t let her down.  

Softly, she laughs, eyes closing for a brief second.  It’s been a long time since she’d ever spoken those words to someone and truly meant them, and that made her happier than she had been in years.   ❝ I-I mean….t-that’s what f-friends are for. ❞

   His arm holds her protectively, yet loosely if she wishes to get away. Her words of trust are no light thing, and he knows this. Men have been the only ones that have harmed her, and for her to trust a man that has come into her room and her bed is no small feat. It’s one he respects deeply.

            “Yep, you got it. We’re friends. And I protect my friends, no matter what.”

He gives her shoulder a soft squeeze, pulling her close for a brief but gentle hug. He’s wide awake now, not a shred of sleepiness sticking to his eyes, aware and awake should anything happen.  

      “Hey, remember when I read your tea? I read that you would soon find reassurance and comfort in face of your fears... I wonder if that could have been a foreshadow of tonight.”

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youta goes all out on birthdays, especially his own. He knows that life is short, and believes that birthdays should be celebrated like victories for making it another year.

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sages-vow:

Their father had been eccentric, true; and loved for it. Masumi couldn’t deny that the nation had adored him, shed many a tear when he was lowered into the dirt with a casket. His death, in spite of how she and he had not always seen eye-to-eye with policies, had weighed heavily upon her. Something had been buried alongside her father; a part of her that she’d never regain again. 

Of course, her mask of calm would not betray the grief she had felt on Izana’s behalf. Her brother did not need to bear her baggage. Although sometimes she had wished she could ascend to ruler of Izumo, she would not infringe nor sabotage Youta’s reign. That, she had promised herself. 

“I realize that parties were a stable to his reign, yes.”

“But you are not Archduke Izana, brother. Our nation can ill afford to dwell in his shadow now. We must…move past him. Don’t you think it’s about time Izumo became famous for something other than its lavish parties?”

Youta had been a bit of a daddy’s boy growing up. He loved his father very much, and knowing that he would one day take the title of Archduke despite being the youngest, he followed his father like a constant shadow. Sometimes he wonders if his actions are his own, or reflections of those times and that man he had so looked up to...

       His heart is still heavy from the death, though. Their father was young, yet it’s a premature death that Youta will face one day as well. The gift from the divine dragons will only drain his life force with every foretelling he dreams... And he can understand why his father was so laid-back and loved his luxuries... When living such a short life, it is important to try to enjoy it.

      The words of his sensible sister strike him, though not enough to change his mind or his ways. Izumo’s peaceful nature has been derived from Izana’s own attitude; that life shouldn’t be spent in pain or war. That life is a gift that must be enjoyed while the chance is given.

                          “I know I’m not him, and I can never be. But life is meant to be enjoyed. If we can’t celebrate being alive, then what are we living for?”

He finally looks up from the silverware to Masumi, eyes soft and pleading with her. He knows that she’s never enjoyed parties as much as he or their father; she would rather have formal affairs strictly about politics with none of the flair.

               “One day, I’m going to die the same way he did. Young, and because of my visions. Until that day, I just... I want to have fun. I want to make Izumo a name that brings smiles to people all over. I want to make good memories for you, and the people.”

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Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

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It's nice just to smile without reason.

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ok ya’ll i need to unpack and clean bc the pest control dude will be here in the morn and i am so tired rip aj

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5. How they express their interest/affection prior to a relationship

        If he sees someone he’s interested in in a public setting, he won’t do too much. Just strike up conversatoon, perhaps hover closer than he should… But if it’s in a private setting, he will test the waters with playful flirting. If it doesn’t go well, he says it was a joke. If it does, he’ll confess right then and there.

9. Any physical/emotional/mental/spiritual feature(s) they find attractive

         He has a thing for brunettes. He does like muscle, too, especially in fighters. He holds a great respect with warriors, and it would be a bit of a lie if he said seeing young men in their battle-ready raiment.

10. Personality traits they find attractive

             Sensitivity, though he also greatly admires strength and bravery. He likes someone that will make him feel safe and protected. He wants to be pampered and loved.

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youta would be the worst wingman because halfway through, he’d start upselling himself instead of the person he’s supposed to be backing up