Post by Kireon on Jun 28, 2016 19:18:04 GMT -5
Sandy soil smoothed and patted back into place, the white haired woman winced as she stretched. Felt a number of pops and cracks of her joints as she regarded her handiwork with a grim sense of satisfaction.
He hadn't wanted her help in a tangible manner; had wanted to keep any number of things on the quiet end of the spectrum. Wait. Let them handle everything on their own and she could sit, recover, and remain docile while the pressure and anxiety mounted. Ornamental and yet useful only so long as she fell into the role they desired her to play with no regard for her feelings or what she needed to do for herself. A good thing, perhaps, that she and Amenonuhoko had thrown down within that inner world. A cataclysmic battle of two pieces of a soul tearing each other asunder so that it could heal cleanly for once in the last three years of existence. She had learned to accept when the time to rebel was appropriate, and when to yield would be; and this was a time of defiance.
But Jian... but Kasumi... but all of those she had yet to say anything to-- had yet to fail all because she couldn't handle the pressure mounting on her own. Needed someone who could, and would, understand her trouble even just for a moment. Someone she could trust and confide in who would work with her and help set up secondary defenses that would protect those the higher ups would forget in their own state of self-preservation and preparation.
Sekai needed Miyuki and the solace her presence would offer.
One hand pressed against the small of her back, Sekai closed her eyes and scanned the vast realm for the location of the twin tailed Captain with a soft smile against her lips. Not terribly far away, she thought with a bloom of warmth in her chest and a skip of her heart. Preparing... something? Rebuilding? Or perhaps working in a place to tend to the sick and injured or otherwise getting some sort of information together in order to help. Sounded like a perfect opportunity to quite literally drop in on her and feel as if she were accomplishing something.
And talk to her about what you're not wanting to talk to anyone else about? Amenonuhoko commented right on cue. You remember how it felt when Severance left you in the dark, right?
She winced, brushed dirt off her hakama and pulled herself atop a smaller, non-intelligent version of Asgard's lion form and touched her mind to make it move forward in a ground eating lope. I don't want her to be in danger. Ignored the way the wind felt so cold and biting against her cheeks as she focused on mapping out a route that wouldn't have them accidentally running into anyone and scaring the living daylights out of them.
Amenonuhoko's silent disapproval and judgment were heavier than the knowledge of Obsession's impending assault.
Sekai sighed. I'll tell her if this encounter doesn't go the way things like this usually go; with a break-up and one or both of us ready to kill the other.
That's rather optimistic of you. Sarcasm was thick and brutal in the silver eyed spirit's voice. What makes you think that'll happen again? She doesn't have a cock like the others.
She choked, struggled to keep herself from slipping and falling sideways off her ride at the crude words. Amenonuhoko!
What? She doesn't. She pointed out. Rather matter of fact too.
The white haired woman thought back to the number of unfortunate circumstances and encounters gone poorly. Frown deepened on her face as a pattern slowly manifested from her spirit's words. Every single encounter, every rotten outcome and heartbreak-- Sakuya aside-- had all stemmed from one simple thing that she couldn't believe she'd overlooked.
Men.
She had the worst luck with men and she didn't even understand the reason why.
Gender differences. They're stupid and think with their dicks. You're stupid and think with your heart. Amenonuhoko supplied, always willing to be her version of 'helpful'.
"I didn't know I was that sexist." Sekai muttered under her breath. Didn't know if she should be amused or worried about this side of herself she'd not paid terribly much attention to in the past. Seemed like she was being rather unfair, really. But... then there was Nazomi. And Weylin. And Colin. And Hi-to. And Takua. Souta. Erasm-- Obsession. And Jian too. Eight very different men in terms of occupation, race, and personality-- and all of them wound up either pissing her off, stabbing her literally or proverbially in the back, or otherwise just breaking her heart in some degree or another.
Found her little Captain in the next moment and slipped off the stone construct with an absentminded pat of affection and dismissal. Sneaked up with soft steps that didn't leave a trace behind as the woman ducked back into the building she had some business or another in. Slipped through a solid wall-- Seireitei really should update to the future of technology; it'd make people like her's lives so much more difficult if they couldn't basically go through everything like proverbial ghosts-- and jumped her from behind.
Arms draped over the black haired Shinigami's shoulders, Sekai pressed a kiss to the back of the woman's neck and nuzzled contentedly into the back of her shoulder. "Looks like you haven't lost your miracle touch since I've been away." Tension she'd been more than aware of drained away a little at a time the moment she'd established contact. Replaced with comfort and strength she always found herself deriving from those she loved and could actually reach out and touch.
Nothing like the simple touch of one's lover to be a safe haven in a world going absolutely insane.
Reluctantly pulled herself away to allow her to do what she needed to with a smile and a faintly pink cast to her cheeks from the rather forward display of affection. "What part of your restoration project are you working on today?" She could steal her away later, Sekai promised herself. Right now, she wanted to know what Miyuki was doing, if she could help, and to see what her girlfriend-- gods, she felt like she was in high school all over again-- was working so hard on.
Hopefully she hadn't come at a bad time.
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WC: 1070
He hadn't wanted her help in a tangible manner; had wanted to keep any number of things on the quiet end of the spectrum. Wait. Let them handle everything on their own and she could sit, recover, and remain docile while the pressure and anxiety mounted. Ornamental and yet useful only so long as she fell into the role they desired her to play with no regard for her feelings or what she needed to do for herself. A good thing, perhaps, that she and Amenonuhoko had thrown down within that inner world. A cataclysmic battle of two pieces of a soul tearing each other asunder so that it could heal cleanly for once in the last three years of existence. She had learned to accept when the time to rebel was appropriate, and when to yield would be; and this was a time of defiance.
But Jian... but Kasumi... but all of those she had yet to say anything to-- had yet to fail all because she couldn't handle the pressure mounting on her own. Needed someone who could, and would, understand her trouble even just for a moment. Someone she could trust and confide in who would work with her and help set up secondary defenses that would protect those the higher ups would forget in their own state of self-preservation and preparation.
Sekai needed Miyuki and the solace her presence would offer.
One hand pressed against the small of her back, Sekai closed her eyes and scanned the vast realm for the location of the twin tailed Captain with a soft smile against her lips. Not terribly far away, she thought with a bloom of warmth in her chest and a skip of her heart. Preparing... something? Rebuilding? Or perhaps working in a place to tend to the sick and injured or otherwise getting some sort of information together in order to help. Sounded like a perfect opportunity to quite literally drop in on her and feel as if she were accomplishing something.
And talk to her about what you're not wanting to talk to anyone else about? Amenonuhoko commented right on cue. You remember how it felt when Severance left you in the dark, right?
She winced, brushed dirt off her hakama and pulled herself atop a smaller, non-intelligent version of Asgard's lion form and touched her mind to make it move forward in a ground eating lope. I don't want her to be in danger. Ignored the way the wind felt so cold and biting against her cheeks as she focused on mapping out a route that wouldn't have them accidentally running into anyone and scaring the living daylights out of them.
Amenonuhoko's silent disapproval and judgment were heavier than the knowledge of Obsession's impending assault.
Sekai sighed. I'll tell her if this encounter doesn't go the way things like this usually go; with a break-up and one or both of us ready to kill the other.
That's rather optimistic of you. Sarcasm was thick and brutal in the silver eyed spirit's voice. What makes you think that'll happen again? She doesn't have a cock like the others.
She choked, struggled to keep herself from slipping and falling sideways off her ride at the crude words. Amenonuhoko!
What? She doesn't. She pointed out. Rather matter of fact too.
The white haired woman thought back to the number of unfortunate circumstances and encounters gone poorly. Frown deepened on her face as a pattern slowly manifested from her spirit's words. Every single encounter, every rotten outcome and heartbreak-- Sakuya aside-- had all stemmed from one simple thing that she couldn't believe she'd overlooked.
Men.
She had the worst luck with men and she didn't even understand the reason why.
Gender differences. They're stupid and think with their dicks. You're stupid and think with your heart. Amenonuhoko supplied, always willing to be her version of 'helpful'.
"I didn't know I was that sexist." Sekai muttered under her breath. Didn't know if she should be amused or worried about this side of herself she'd not paid terribly much attention to in the past. Seemed like she was being rather unfair, really. But... then there was Nazomi. And Weylin. And Colin. And Hi-to. And Takua. Souta. Erasm-- Obsession. And Jian too. Eight very different men in terms of occupation, race, and personality-- and all of them wound up either pissing her off, stabbing her literally or proverbially in the back, or otherwise just breaking her heart in some degree or another.
Found her little Captain in the next moment and slipped off the stone construct with an absentminded pat of affection and dismissal. Sneaked up with soft steps that didn't leave a trace behind as the woman ducked back into the building she had some business or another in. Slipped through a solid wall-- Seireitei really should update to the future of technology; it'd make people like her's lives so much more difficult if they couldn't basically go through everything like proverbial ghosts-- and jumped her from behind.
Arms draped over the black haired Shinigami's shoulders, Sekai pressed a kiss to the back of the woman's neck and nuzzled contentedly into the back of her shoulder. "Looks like you haven't lost your miracle touch since I've been away." Tension she'd been more than aware of drained away a little at a time the moment she'd established contact. Replaced with comfort and strength she always found herself deriving from those she loved and could actually reach out and touch.
Nothing like the simple touch of one's lover to be a safe haven in a world going absolutely insane.
Reluctantly pulled herself away to allow her to do what she needed to with a smile and a faintly pink cast to her cheeks from the rather forward display of affection. "What part of your restoration project are you working on today?" She could steal her away later, Sekai promised herself. Right now, she wanted to know what Miyuki was doing, if she could help, and to see what her girlfriend-- gods, she felt like she was in high school all over again-- was working so hard on.
Hopefully she hadn't come at a bad time.
--
WC: 1070
