Kienokoru - 消え残る

icb jack & shiro are both filing to adopt one another @soldierwatch

     dear atlas, you cannot fall.           dear atlas, you cannot break.                dear atlas, you must endure.      for if YOU break, THE WORLD does too.

                                   ind. priv. sel.                     TAKASHI  “SHIRO”  SHIROGANE                    multiverse-centric. as adored by grey

@grimesucker​ sent:  his OD had PINGED the notification , allowing him some time to PREPARE---...still, something feels INAPPROPRIATE about this , in how he presents a BOTTLE of SEWER WATER with a BOW around the neck ; look , he doesn't have a lot of EXPERIENCE in buying presents, & alcohol always seems like a good idea. ...& if not , well , he's got some solid itch brownies as back-up. "hey, fifteen - happy birthday."

 belated birthday wishes

  surprised by the bottle thrust in his direction, shiro is LOST, glancing between it and the man holding it with a questioning quirk in his brow. expression softens, however, when explanation comes in the form of dox wishing him a happy birthday. huh, he didn’t really think the mender was one to keep track of that sort of thing.

     “ thanks, dox. ”  accepting the sewer water, despite it not being the sort of thing he’d ask for or even purchase for himself. it’s a gift, and one from DOX for that matter, so he appreciates it regardless. it’s the THOUGHT that counts, and dox cared enough to think of him on his birthday and buy him a present. smiling, the boy holds the bottle in both hands, the one of metal clinking against the glass, and gives it a GLANCE OVER. the bow is a cute touch.

raising his head again, shiro nods toward the kitchen and raises his eyebrows at dox.

     “ why don’t we share this? ”

shiro cried a lot as a kid. he’s always been a very emotional person, has always felt his emotions strongly, and as a boy he had little handle on controlling them. he’d get overwhelmed easily and when frightened, worried, anxious, sad, and even when happy enough, he’d often start to cry. it wasn’t until he was in his teens that he finally started managing to control these sorts of reactions.

@grimesucker​:  ( x )

IT’S FINE - dox has spent his OWN time lying on the floor, a handful of various objects floating above him under the influence of his magic - a mushroom, a ball of moss, loose petals from a flower ; like a druidic mobile . the items remain floating even as dox turns attention towards shiro, returned from what was meant to be a simple errand run ;

                     “ s’okay. time is fake. it means nothing to the trees, it means nothing to me.                                                               —were you at the bakery again ?”

  padding across the room, eyes on the objects floating above dox, one of shiro’s ears simply twitches to acknowledge that he’s heard the response. ---THEN a half-second later, the question brings him to a screeching halt, his gaze snapping to dox, looking both STARTLED and perhaps a bit found out.

     ‘ what? --no. ’  the answer is immediate, and shiro internally curses himself for reacting on that denial instinct. it only makes him sound more guilty. in an effort to LESSEN his obviousness, he continues;  ‘ the bakery’s nowhere near where i had to go, why would i... ’

trailing off, allowing the words the HANG in the air like dox’s ball of moss, he realizes it’s no use. dox sees right through him and already knows that yes, he went to stare at the cute bakery boy again. conceding, though not without some embarrassed irritation, the werewolf puffs an exhale through his nose and moves to stand over the prone shaman, DROPPING a bundle of herbs onto his chest.

     ‘ --just take your coltsfoot. ’

Delivered to @kienokoru​ with a hug and a lil’ cheek kiss uwu

today went... way differently than i expected? lmao my brother, who’s been across the country training with the military for a year, suddenly called me and asked if i wanted to hang out. turns out after his grad last week he got to come home bc he’s being stationed in the province, which i didn’t realize

basically, i got a surprise afternoon of playing apex with my little brother, and it was nice uvu

I do. I did it. I did. I had to. I have to. I have to live.

— Aisha Sasha John, from “I like it when we give the world to itself,” I Have to Live

biotiq‌.

      ❛  if  they’re  craving  a  fight,  let’s  give  it  to  them.  ❜    |    >  ♡  :  /  /  @kienokoru​

     “ right. ”  a decisive nod, and a DETERMINED gaze is turned to rest on sara. body readying on instinct, his arms raising to chest level, hands already curled into fists  ---  his primary weapons, though he does have a pistol strapped to his thigh for emergency scenarios. shiro gestures with his head in the direction of their opponents, who lie on the OTHER SIDE of the cover they’ve taken, and raises his eyebrows slightly.  “ on three? ”