Kienokoru - 消え残る

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

#pretty nice person

do i contribute anything to the rpc? no. yet i’m still here

UGH, tfw you’re trying to find something for reference that was from like, one or two blogs ago, written by someone else, and you don’t remember if you reblogged to save or only liked. much less for sure which blog it was on.

WHICH TWO GREEK GODS ARE YOUR PARENTS?

Atlas & Persephone

Oh, sweet child of penance and flowers! Your father eternally holds up the skies, and your mother the Queen of the Underworld. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by endurance, understanding, and compassion. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of weeds, wildflowers, and empathy as you grow into your power.

tagged by: @vhement​ ♡!! tagging: uh... anyone who hasn’t been tagged?

@fearfcrged   /   fantasy sc.

     “ you’re... not from around here, are you? ”

  it’s the distinct scent of WATER, water from no familiar nearby body, which tips him off. sometimes people from the nearby town venture into the woods, but it’s RARER for strangers from farther away to turn up. shiro can’t help but to be intrigued  ---  ON HIS GUARD of course, just to be safe, but intrigued. this is no mundane; he can sense the magic of the other, though he can’t tell what sort it is. most of what he picks up on from the man, he gathers through scent.

     “ not anywhere nearby... ”  a wanderer, perhaps? dox would tell him to be more SUSPICIOUS of someone like this, but the stranger appears more lost than determined. it’s unlikely he’s here for anything to do with the shaman or his werewolf companion.  “ did something bring you here? ”

tbh it would probably take like. the faintest whisper of enabling on the wind for me to heavily consider bringing my slav back on the new multi i’m setting up

@blackvials   /   fantasy sc.

     “ you’ve been sneaking around here an awful lot lately. ”

  observation comes from some distance behind the assassin, where shiro stands next to a large tree, arms folded and a stern, SUSPICIOUS look set across his features. while, granted, the guy is good at leaving few traces, it’s near impossible to escape the nose of a werewolf. a few glimpses have been caught here and there but, for the most part, shiro has only caught SCENT of the stranger through the woods lately. he’s glad to finally have an opportunity to CONFRONT him.

     “ mind explaining your purpose here? ”

if he had to wager, he’d say this guy has no idea there’s anyone living this far out in the forest, but he’ll be damned if he takes any risks. the last thing he and dox need is someone out here ACTIVELY LOOKING for them, regardless of reason.

Praise this body For nothing has killed it yet Even my own two hands

— Jill Khoury, from “Litany for Survival,” published in Inverted Syntax

WITCH AU.

born a rare space witch, shiro spent the first many years of his life learning and developing his magic & potential. even after the passing of his mother put him in an orphanage at the age of 11, he kept practicing, knowing it would have been what she’d wanted. 

while out searching for some herbs for a particular ritual one evening, shiro found himself distracted as he listened to the planets & the stars - and most importantly, the full moon. lost in the sounds of the universe, he was unsuspectingly attacked by a couple of werewolves. the scene was gruesome; blood was everywhere as he was tugged at from either side by the both of them, as they clawed and bit, and attempted to drag him off. at some point during the horror, the boy fell unconscious in combination from shock and blood loss, thus he was unable to witness the beasts being scared off by an unknown entity, leaving him behind in a limp, bleeding heap.

when consciousness found him again, shiro was in an unfamiliar home rather than the dark woods. he was cleaned up, and many of his wounds had been healed to some degree. he had been found in the middle of the night by the earth shaman dox, who had brought him back to his cabin and taken care of him. though nothing could be done to bring back the arm which had been lost during the moments he was the rope in a game of tug o’ war between two giant wolves, dox had been able to heal all of his wounds at least to the point that they were no longer bleeding. over many days, he would be able to continue to heal the injuries until they were nothing but scars.

while initially he stays with the shaman simply to heal, dox invites him to stay rather than return to the orphanage. already at an age where they were bound to kick him out to live on his own at any point anyway, being seventeen, it’s all the more reason to accept. it also feels safer to him to keep himself in the middle of the woods, near as few people as possible, now that he’s been passed the curse of those who attacked him.

thus, shiro joins dox in a semi-hermit lifestyle, assisting the shaman in his work and coming to terms with his new state of being. the curse of a werewolf suppresses the magic of a witch bitten, so shiro has lost access to everything he’s spent so much of his life developing and skills that he would use regularly. with time, he becomes more well-adjusted to things. he comes to like most aspects of his life with dox, and learns a great deal from him - even begins to slowly regain some of his own magic with his help.