what a dumb time to pick up a whole bunch of threads right
i’m writing a novel guys spoiler alert
that by the looks of it may or may not get published i got a publisher interested and all that
and i’ve started getting handed deadlines
between that and classwork i’ll be trying to squeeze my way here in some sort of free time
this can totally rationalize why my writing here is terrible right because i’m using it all up writing not rp things
my characterization of minatsuki isn’t really great anyway imo
i don’t think it’s bad enough to call for a hiatus
i just thought i’d throw it out there
send a message my way if i owe you something because i’m blanking
wish me luck and shit
her lips silently mouthed her name, taking in each syllable to ensure that she would remember how to pronounce her name in the future and who it belonged to. it was a pretty name, ib knew for sure. a much more exotic one than ib, that was for certain!
“ it’s nice to meet you too, minatsuki. and thank you for your help. “ she nodded gently in agreement, before promptly following behind her. the female was unusually kind to her, despite the younger having greatly upset her beforehand. perhaps it was just how the whole student body at tancho was: friendly and welcoming.
Of course it was. So helping, and unwilling to teach a brat or two some manners. Minatsuki could change that. “It’s not a problem…”
A wooden shed awaited them. It seemed quite new and sturdy. Minatsuki pointed ahead and announced, “W-We’ll be gathering the buds up there.. You can pick what you’d like to plant.”
While pointing, the opposite hand brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, while doing so skillfully and without so much as a flinch, plucking an earring straight from her earlobe and drawing a bit of blood.
It wasn’t like he came limping around here hoping for some sympathy or anything like that, far from it. Ikki would entirely too prideful to need some girl picking and pecking at him like a mother hen. So when Minatsuki came running over, he held up a single finger.
“Fuck kind of question is that? Of course I’m alright. Don’t you have some flowers to be planting or some shit?”
A brief scoff at the girl as the Storm King began to rise to his feet. That is, before the teen’s knees buckled and he went crashing back down to the floor. This wasn’t like him. This was the guy that had saved the world and fought Sora Takeuchi himself. A couple of super powered fucks should have been nothing.
But he’d been careless. And he knew that.
“So…uhhh (fuck that hurts) what’s your name, cutie?”
“M-Minatsuki… please hold on..!” The flustered girl stumbled to her feet and trotted a short way down the long row of flowers, plucking the petals of a few small orange flowers; calendula blossoms.
After spending a minute crushing the petals in her palms, she returned with a small sigh, expression still muddied with concern and embarrassment. “These will stop the bleeding and pain… Show me your wounds, please.”
So much for your own personal sanctuary, huh Minatsuki? While it was completely unintentional, a singular individual seemed to have found his way into the garden that she kept, stoic body perched near some of the chrysanthemums that she had planted only a few days ago.
He seemed to be in some pretty rough shape, one hand holding his stomach as the other draped idly in his lap. His entire body was covered in wounds and thick flows of crimson, clothing tattered and shredded and completely not within the confines of the school dress code.
All in all, Ikki looked like shit.
The eye that wasn’t swollen shut glanced at one of the bright red flowers, stroking its petals with his fingertips as he tried to focus on something other than the nauseating pain that was causing a pit to swell in his stomach. Why did he do this kind of shit to himself? Always looking for trouble, only he hadn’t counted on the fact that in this place, everybody seemed to have some kind of fucking super power.
“I’ll just stay here…for a little bit. Not that it hurts or anything…I’m just a little sleepy…”
So much for personal sanctuary is right. Something people forget is that Minatsuki hasn’t been completely heartless since she was around fifteen or so. Nor has she passed up an opportunity to get someone’s false favor. Her gasp as she notices the beat up boy is both genuine and forged on these notes.
She set the pot of primroses down at her feet, trotting over and kneeling at his side, looking panicked. “A-A-Are you alright?!” What a dumbass question, but it came with the character.
Even though Yuno didn’t have a knife, that didn’t mean she can’t make use of that spade. “I have an idea,” she started. “How about I dig up some of those plants?”
“How about you take your bratty ass home and fuck yourself with a chainsaw instead, whore?” Minatsuki’s hand was ready at her ear.
“Go near them and I’ll skin you alive.”
Sometimes Yuno really wished she carried one of her axes with her at all times.
“Maybe I should rephrase that,” she said coldly. “You will teach me how to garden.”
“Excuse me?” Minatsuki turned around finally and snorted. “How about I won’t? Shit-for-brains slut.” She stood up and brushed the mulch from her dress, an ugly scowl on her face.
“Ahh, you like plants?” Yuno said happily. “That’s so cool! You’ll have to teach me how to plant flowers and vegetables!” Yuno figured it’d be important to know how to grow food if she wanted to be a good wife.
“Sorry honey, I don’t ‘have’ to do shit for you right now.” She waved off the high-pitched voice behind her, not once turning around to see Yuno. “Come back when I’m not so pissed I could pop a vessel.”