The Beast That Bothers

My therapist once told me to do an exercise where I drew my emotions and feelings of choice in circles. So, I drew the feeling of love and safety as a body wrapped in the embrace of many snakes. Strangely, it still feels safe and loving to me, and I might try this exercise again, many years later.

Swamp Star | Baldurs Gate 3

*holds you in my mouth perfectly safe between my sharp teeth bc i love you*

Everyone is used to Sanemi having a rather rough, low voice (I don't mean it's unpleasant, of course), that no one thinks that the man can sing at all.

And then their software crashes when they hear him humming something in thought or if Genya falls asleep on his lap while his older brother plays with his hair.

HE'S THE ELDDEST OF SEVEN CHILDREN, OF COURSE HE CAN SING LULLABIES OR FOLK SONGS TO CALM HIS SIBLINGS

bonus: Giyu is a great listener of songs, but his singing is the same as his attempts to smile (my silly).

Continuation of this post, as you have been waiting! Sanemi can't see color.

The question seems strange and unexpected to Giyuu, for a moment he wants to ask Sanemi himself what it is for, but such unexpected joy in the form of a simple act of communication overshadows this thought, forcing him to answer a few seconds later.

"Dark blue."

Dark blue…

Sanemi barely restrains himself from swallowing, so that the movements of his Adam's apple do not give away how this answer excites him, making his veins tense.

Dark blue, like the ocean itself, he thinks. Like the evening sky before it is covered by rain clouds, like the waves of the sea that he saw a couple of times as a child and was simply amazed by the beauty and powerful force of water. Perhaps like those precious stones, sapphires, that he saw in the hairpins of wealthy ladies that sometimes came across in the neighborhood where his family lived. Dark blue, just like that strange blue tea, anchan, if his memory served him right.

The Wind Pillar clutches the hilt of the katana on his hip, trying to calm his wild imagination, which still remembered the colors he had seen as a child.

Oh, Buddha, how he wanted to see the eyes of that idiot Tomioka now.

To see if the blue of his eyes could shine. Had his eyes ever shined before? He thought so, yes, it was possible.

Sanemi stares at Giyuu so hard that Giyuu tilts his head uncertainly in silent question, not understanding what he had done wrong in answering the question. And Sanemi himself continues to study those confused eyes, their depth and shades of gray, imagining what they really were.

He so wants to believe that they are the deepest color of the purest sapphires, like in the fairy tales he told his siblings.

Yes… These are the kind of eyes that the Water Pillar should have.

"I wish I could see them." He whispers, causing Giyuu to involuntarily look away, embarrassed and unsure of what it was, while the Wind Pillar grins, baring his fangs.

I can't help but think about the connection between the elements in the Breathing styles.

I just often observe and participate in how strong and solid the connection between water and air is, how they intertwine with each other, it's an undeniable power and beauty.

I'm tormented by thoughts about… What if neither Sanemi nor Giyu had suffered so much from their past, if everything had turned out differently?

Their pain and loss exposed the dangerous and wild sides of their elements. Wind can be a monstrous destructive force, just as Water can be indifferent to any life. Sanemi is prickly and furious like a damn hurricane. Giyu is like a dark rain, washing away your soul and any feelings.

But…

Their connection could have been different.

Not just joint sparring, during which Shinazugawa would try in every way to hurt, wound and injure the Hashira of Water, no, it could have been warm smiles. Tenderness and affection from both sides. Like a gentle breeze, giving comfort after the heat and pushing you forward from behind. A gentle touch of life-giving moisture that washes away any worries from you.

I cry, imagining Sanemi smiling that same sincere childish smile, laughing softly, while Giyu looks at him with his dark blue eyes, in which life has not faded, which sparkle like sunbeams on the surface of water…

SORRY, I'M TOO STUCK IN THISSSS

MY COLLEAGUE GAVE ME A POSTER MY BABY

I don't know if anyone has talked about this, but

The thing that haunts me is that Sanemi is the only one with his hair color in his family. Yes, he could have gotten his white hair from his other ancestors, but what if it's really gray?

Sanemi is a damn gray-haired kid who suffered so much from his father in the past that his hair turned out like that.

Poor kid.

@xxlady-lunaxx @ohagi-bites

*sweats nervously and flaps fins*

KAPOW!!!!!