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*     @psychcare AHHHHHH THANK YOU!!!! UR ACC IS SO PRETTY

* I will get my oc on here asap best believe......

*       @mayflies WAIT I CRODE... GOAT YOURE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WIN!!!!!!!

// had to hop on my accidentally abandoned vash anon for this...

No

@illcurse            is it that time already, kenjaku?      what a shame..   i was just beginning to enjoy myself   ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡   this place is awfully nice—very quiet,  too—we’ve ought to go back here when we have the time.     [kiyoshō lets out a quiet sigh, turning to look at her partner-in-crime.   the scene: kenjaku’s gaze is already piercing through her body, looking at her expectedly like an owner waiting for their attack dog to strike.   and like always, kiyoshō takes a few steps forward.   wordlessly, she rolls up her sleeves;     blood trickles down her forearms and hands, a common sight for kiyoshō, especially with her newfound freedom from the kamo clan.     it seems like everyday she strays further away from the girl she once was. . stepping closer to something far from human.     briefly, she turns back to kenjaku, their eyes meeting.     she speaks.]     …perhaps we shall return when fall arrives and the spider lilies begin to bloom.      what do you think?

*     pre-kenjaku/when kiyo was still in the kamo clan btw

@oracite             no, i think i’ll continue to do as i please..     i have enough people at home telling me off for all sorts of things, won’t you just let me have my way just this once? ‘m not even asking for tea this time.   (ノ_<。)     [the young onmyōji tilts her head to the side, looking up at the oracle with a pout. it isn’t the first time kiyoshō has appeared before them in the shrine unannounced this week and it’s most definitely not her last.]     i promise i won’t intrude that much, i swear…     this place is just so much more quiet than the house   (╥_╥)   just the thought of being there right now makes me upset..

—  i don’t have anymore tea left to prepare.

@akillingword: ⠀Please, you fuss over me too much,  [Biiiggg grin, stretching across his face where it pains his cheeks.]  I mean—It doesn’t exactly hurt, (It does. A lot). I, um.. tripped over a big rock.. (Ow),  [The grin drops, warmed face completely humiliated at the confession.]  It was embarrassing—But, I was following a cursed spirit ^_^ It was very friendly! It wanted to show me something at the local temple(⌒-⌒; ) —Ow, that hurts. Be careful, I’m fragile..

世界を解く、@nonevessel: nonsense, don’t be foolish, renya. come here, i’ll fix your wounds. end of discussion. i don’t want to hear any further excuses— i know i don’t exactly understand how you and your brain works but i can’t imagine a real reason as to why you’d deserve this..（｀Δ´）！   [kiyoshō gestures for renya to come closer, eyes already scanning him up and down for any more visible damage. fingers momentarily curl into a fist before unfurling as she notices a particularly nasty scrape on his arm. she looks at the other in disbelief, eyebrows knitting together.]    you’re unbelievable sometimes, you know that?

*  pre-kenjaku ^_^

(you) and kenjaku haunt me.

@nonevessel             … i don’t think you’re seeing the bigger picture here, ren’ya.      [the scene, set a thousand years in the past: ᵀhere’s an aroma that carries through the winter air which consumes the pair’s senses as they stand together— it can be distinctly recognized as the stench of death. just past kiyoshō’s shoulders, the source of the stench becomes evident; newly deceased bodies & disfigured amalgamations from her cursed technique, a trail of blood laying in her wake.] there’s a point to this. and purpose, too. (it’ll all make sense one day,) but i think what’s really pointless is sitting around and doing nothing. this world is rotten— it’s weak with dormant potential— and someone has to do something about that, don’t you think? [kiyoshō’s eyes meet the vagabond’s, an unreadable expression across her face. ren’ya’s looks the same, she thinks. he looks a little older now, and his eyes tell a story that she knows she’ll likely never get to hear, but nonetheless he still looks the same. the butcher speaks.] i’ve laid out my path, (..) you should lay yours out, too. one day wandering and playing the biwa won’t be enough, you know. and perhaps once you’ve set out your path shall both of our stories intersect again.