Kienokoru - 消え残る

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​.

TOO LATE, HE’S ALREADY AWAKE. aggravation sees upper-lip CURL, but fifteen should know well-enough that dox’s temper EBBS & FLOWS - he’ll be GROUCHY for some time, but it’s not as though he could actually remain upset with the kids—he KNOWS that he’s, well, their SOLE SOURCE OF COMFORT - if one of them has something that demands they rouse him at UNFUCKLY HOURS, than he’ll get over it & tend to their bullshit. he’s all they got.

                                                                       “ nah, c’mon kid. ”

pushing himself from frankly derelict mattress, dox adjusts into a sitting position & beckons fifteen back over.

                                    “ i’ll be MORE pissed if it ends up bein’ for nothin’.                                                                             what’s goin’ on ?”

  there’s HESITATION, even as dox gestures for him to come back, and shiro simply remains paused in place for a long moment. he really does hate waking dox, and not JUST because it’s rude and the mender gets crabby, but... well, he’s almost an adult. he shouldn’t be waking his effective CARETAKER up in the middle of the night like he’s six.

     “ it’s fine, it’s not... ”  trailing off before finishing the sentence, the boy exhales and shuffles back into dox’s doorway, hand gripping at what remains of his right arm.  “ ...my arm just hurts. ”

something which sounds small and not worth waking someone for, except that with SHIRO... if he feels the need to tell someone that something hurts, it means that it really hurts. used to being in pain more often than he’s not, he won’t bother anyone about it until he’s about in AGONY. tonight, he’s been unable to sleep due to the pain, even having to remove his prosthetic in an effort to ease it.

     “ i can’t get to sleep. ”

grimesucker‌.

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                                                                   “ stay quiet, ”

demand given in assurance they don’t SPOOK their target , a young DOE who is already frightened ENOUGH— taking CAUTION in his footsteps , dox travels slowly closer , hands raised to present NO HARM as feet carry him to the fallen deer ; she lies upon the ground with a WOUND across her side , hunters already DEALT WITH before they could claim their victim——

near enough , the shaman eases into a kneel , one palm coming to stroke along soft fur , SHUSHING the creature as she makes pitiful whimpers ; 

                                                      “ hello , sweetheart ; it’s me. ”

CARETAKER — the shaman is known to the beasts in his forest , & while the doe’s flinching doesn’t HALT , her shudders at least appear to LESSEN.  with gentle COOS he further endeavors to calm her , providing positive ASSURANCES as he continues to stroke her pelt ; & while he does so , a GLOW emanates from his palm , source of LIFE channeled into her in order to seal her injury.

                       glancing back to shiro , dox beckons him nearer ;

                                           “ the salve - come apply it , like i taught you. ”

  order followed, shiro REMAINS in place and silent as he watches as dox deescalates the situation, doing what he can to calm the injured doe and assure her that she’s safe now. he’s seen this sort of thing before, but shiro still can’t help but to watch in awe as the shaman works, so caught up in it that he nearly JUMPS when word is finally addressed to him once more.

     “ ---right. ”

hurrying over, the boy pulls a jar from the satchel slung over his shoulder and lowers carefully to his knees upon reaching the other two. in the past, his mere presence had been one which FRIGHTENED the creatures of the woods  ---  werewolves are not so beloved by humans nor animals  ---  but fortunately, he had been able to prove himself to them through good deeds and little rescue missions not unlike this one.

now, they almost consider him one of their own.

jar seal removed, shiro dips in his fingers and brings the thick salve over the injury the doe has sustained. just as dox taught him, he begins the application; carefully, gently, he spreads the ointment, all the while sharing his OWN calming aura with the deer.

     “ she’s still SHAKEN by what happened, but she’s already thanking you, ”  he notes quietly, eyes unmoving from his work.  “ ---like this, right? ”

                      ―  dear atlas, you cannot FALL.                             dear atlas, you cannot BREAK.                             dear atlas, you MUST endure.                             for if YOU break, the WORLD does too.

                                                                  adored by grey.                                                  vld canon does not exist on this blog.                                                       guidelines  |  bio  |  verses                                                                                                     ―  x.

@vagasbonds​ sent:  “ happy belated birthday , gramps. “ elias snickers , grinning at shiro , “ i was out late gettin’ this for you— and don’t worry it was ALL LEGAL ! “ instead of a usual toss he’d give any other object , he gently holds the somewhat wrapped out present to his friend. inside he’d find a high quality , state of the art telescope. ( SOBS ELIAS LOVES HIS FRIEND SO MUCH HES JUST DUMB )

 belated birthday wishes

  crinkling his nose playfully at the nickname, shiro’s expression is already cracking into a smile. just hearing birthday wishes, late or not, from elias is enough for him. and yet, there’s a GIFT held out in his direction, earning a surprised raise of eyebrows  ---  he never expects anything on his birthday, partially out of modesty and partially because it’s just been so long since it’s been a regular thing for him.

     “ good to know, because that was my FIRST question, ”  he teases as he accepts the present, although he has plenty of reason to genuinely suspect that anything elias hands off might be stolen. he wouldn’t put it past the punk to give him something illegally obtained PURELY for the amusement of it, too.

     “ you didn’t have to get me anything, though, ”  shiro continues, attention lowering to the package in his hands. shifting the weight of it to be held in one arm, his now-free hand raises to tear carefully at the wrapping, eyes WIDENING at the first glimpse of what’s inside. not even having to finish unwrapping to know EXACTLY what it is, shiro’s gaze lifts once more and he shakes his head.  “ you REALLY didn’t have to. this sort of thing is so expensive, you shouldn’t have spent that kind of money... ”

features softening, all signs of teasing disappearing, he just smiles at elias for a minute. elias, who’s practically a LIVING MEME. elias, who uses ridiculous behaviour to cover his real emotions. elias, who’s trying to pass off an INCREDIBLE, PERFECT gift off as NOTHING. 

then, all at once, shiro pulls his friend in close for a hug, giving the other a meaningful squeeze with his free arm.

     “ thank you, elias. it’s perfect. ”

A Shiro sketch because I had to :’)

wow hey guys, remember me?

shiro, cudding in bed w/ sendak:  wE’RE NOT DATING

this girl is functional now. still a teeny bit wip but functional.