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Silence Shattered [Private]
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Jan 25, 2019 2:50:12 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 25, 2019 2:50:12 GMT -6
Even now he worried for her. Nai didn’t know whether to listen to the faint whispers of guilt or appropriately be touched by his concern. But it begs the question if he was doing it out of genuine concern or concern fuelled by guilt. It was his hands that brought on her injury, he wasn’t the only one at fault. Suffice to say Nai held some accountability to what happened to her. She should have ran instead of going closer to the guy on the verge of going berserk. They were both at fault, Fang didn’t need to shoulder the entire blame when its both their shared faults.
She wanted him to understand that without her having to speak out the words. But it seemed that was wishful thinking on her part. Fang was still deeply entrenched into his personal game of self-blame. She was this close, this close to uttering out the words as clearly as she could. Even if it meant touching onto being blunt just to get her point across. She could have… but she didn’t. She held back against the warring side of her temptation from speaking out what she wanted to say.
Fang was already conflicted, Nai didn’t need her eyes to see the clear signs he wore on his face. His body screamed it out and clear without the use of pesky words. He had a knack for that, for conveying what he wanted without speaking it out. In some way Nai was jealous of his ability. “You worry too much…” She made a few attempts at pacifying the boy’s concerns when that wasn’t working wisely pick her battles and back out. This isn’t one of those battles she can win when her opponent was just as driven as she is.
From the couch she quietly picked her tea back up. Sipping a few sips of the warm liquid as time trickled past. At the end of her mental countdown however the silence was broken by the same man who thrived in it. Fang abruptly bolted up from his seat, nearly startling the girl who brought her eyes straight towards the boy making a beeline for her cupboards.
What…? The girl’s curiosity perked innocently through her purple orbs. She wanted to know but asking him didn’t sound appropriate at time. Not when he was running all over the place. “Fang-kun?...” She quizzically started, replacing her cup back down on the makeshift folding table she loaned from her cousin. “What’re you?..---” Nai stopped midway when he came back bearing both the kit and a herbal mixture. She didn’t need to wait for an answer either when the boy politely ask if he could see her injuries. He’s already doing so much… guilt prickled against her heart at the very thought of making him work for her. She wasn’t that invalid… the girl’s pride made noise but was hushed down. “You already have so much on your plate though….” He might look healthy enough but was he really? The question plagued her since he returned. She just didn’t mention it towards Kiran.
At the same time she hated refusing his offer when he already spent the effort making the salve for her injuries. “…If it makes you happy.. then fine…” The girl reluctantly gave him her permission to mess around with the bandages covering her body. But wait…was that a blush on her cheeks? Who wouldn’t be blushing?? While it might sound innocent… One has to remember where some of those wounds are… the most prominent being on her side. She would have to lift her shirt just for him to get a better view of her injuries. For modesty sake she wasn’t thrilled. No Kurenai was not a happy camper.
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
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Fang
Master Hunter
GRADE •
67 (D+)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
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SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
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Moonfire Rage
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Phoenix/ Vampire
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Iris
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Jan 25, 2019 4:12:52 GMT -6
Post by Fang on Jan 25, 2019 4:12:52 GMT -6
While Fang was an easily flushed soul, when it came to medical things he was steady as ever. What needed done would get done. It was no time to pause and admire. The thought barely even ran through his mind, and the small twinge he did get was her blush yanking his brain ever so slightly into that lane. It was simply time to make sure her wounds weren't infected, and that Kiran had done a decent job.
His hands were quick, but gentle. It seemed like only seconds flashed by and the bandages were laying in crumpled little piles on the temporary table. His brows creased at the now visible damage. Wounds in the first stages of healing greeted his eyes. Black stitches stood out blood in snow, as if the long and deep gashes weren't enough. His stomach did a flip, but he retained his composure. The bruising around her shoulder and neck tightened his chest. Perhaps this was why Li had been the team medic. Fang could handle blood and basic emergency first aid, but he was too emotional. Remembering all too well all the places he'd attacked her, he also gently rolled her shirt, eyeing the wounds there too. Oh lord, here came the prickling in his eyes. Before he knew it they were so full of moisture that it threatened to leap off his lids.
Attempting to distance himself, the red-head chose to focus on the shoddy job Kiran had done. "Kiran was never a good medic," he muttered, frowning at the uneven stitches. Kurenai would scar this way, and there was even some places where the wound was open to bacteria. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small vial of a clear gel-like substance. It was a little concoction he'd whipped up to use for his...er...feedings. So Kiran wouldn't complain. It would definitely come in handy here. "I have to redo these.." he warned her, popping the cork from the vial and using his pinky to smear the numbing agent over her wounds. There was no use in making her suffer more. Once it was applied, he leaned close to blow on them so it would dry quicker. A pair of tweezers and some small scissors, he removed the awkward stitching. "I don't want these to scar.."
Nimble fingers threaded the curved suture needle and began more experienced work than she'd had to endure the last time. His eyes were determined and his mouth was set in a thin line of focus, though he did glance up to her face every so often to make sure she was okay. Maybe he should strike up a conversation. "..I noticed you have a lot of material to make potions with. Is that a class they offer here?" he asked, though honestly he was sure he'd heard her either mention it before or watched her do homework in the evenings for the subject. However, he hadn't been talking and never got to ask for sure.
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Jan 25, 2019 20:58:58 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 25, 2019 20:58:58 GMT -6
Kurenai scoffed at Fang’s jab towards Kiran abilities as a medic. Funny enough, she’s not arguing against it. She knew it the second she had to clean her own wounds at the patchwork of barely align stitches on her skin. If he had eyes behind her back and another set of limbs, she’d redo her own stitching. She knew how to stitch, but sewing skin compared to fabric was an entire different matter. So separate beans in two different jars. Neither are alike as they should, so why she was comparing cloth and skin together was unknown only to her.
Or… was it because it’s her skin she’s comparing it to? Dark humour… sounds like dark humour. Kurenai understood and at the same time didn’t when it came to the other side of jokes. Her own body… hardly mattered. Why? Why would it? When her use is about to end? She shook the thought off, veering her mind towards the comment her red headed roommate made as she nodded her agreement without speaking more of it.
It wasn’t polite to diss the work of someone who did it to save her life. But even Bard and his sister agreed the work was…novice level at best. “He tried I guess…” She replied, keeping a small sense of neutrality in the subject. “I don’t…really mind the scars… so I guess that’s why I didn’t touch—” Her words came to an abrupt halt when Fang rubbed some kind of cooling solvent over the fresh wounds. She nearly held back a twitch, not from his actions but from the strange sensation the gel gave on her skin. It’s soothing but…. At the same time the faint tingling came from her nerves around her wounds being numbed down.
Numbing… a sort of anaesthesia? The girl wondered as she fought her growing temptation to turn her neck and look. She didn’t, not when he started jabbing on her skin. There wasn’t pain, but the sensation of being poked remained, that was the odd part. “Hmm?” Her thoughts snapped right back to Fang when he spoke. Her… potion ingredients. She didn’t recall if she mentioned being part of the alchemy class… but it seems now was a chance to say it and hope he didn’t have the same aversion as Kiran has. “Uhm… yes, the academy has classes on potion making and alchemy. I’m in the alchemy class… so I have them as part of my studies.” She explained, answering his question as best as she could while keeping her mind away from his work. “I remember Kiran mentioning once that he had a friend who loves creating potions…Can I safely say he was talking about you?...”
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
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Fang
Master Hunter
GRADE •
67 (D+)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
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SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
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Moonfire Rage
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Phoenix/ Vampire
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Iris
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Jan 26, 2019 1:43:23 GMT -6
Post by Fang on Jan 26, 2019 1:43:23 GMT -6
"Mhm," he hummed an answer, doing a much better job correcting the sutures. It was nice to know he still had the touch, at least when his hands weren't trembling from hunger or trauma. In a flash her arms were done and he was lowering to look at her side and toward her back. "He was probably talking about me... Li didn't need potions or alchemy much because he was medically trained as much as anyone could be back then. There were only so many things he needed for wounds. If it was poison or something like that, I handled it," he explained. At least talking about something like this didn't trigger much bad memories. Sure, it had been war times when he'd used his skills the most, but talking about the time in such a mundane way hardly brought any ill feelings at all.
Once the sewing was complete, he began to gently dab the salve he made over the wounds. "It's good you had these supplies already. I'm sorry if you needed certain amounts for class and I messed it up, but catching wounds early with this healing mixture will regenerate your skin faster and better. It might not scar much if I apply this once a day..." he trailed, gingerly running his fingers along her skin as softly as if they were his natural feathers. Now that he was fed and healthy, his own flesh was warm to the touch. Not as warm as Kiran's but still warmer than the average human. He made sure the sutures were perfect and strong, and that the salve was where it needed to be. The sadness in his eyes didn't leave, but he attempted not to show it as obviously.
"If you need to me go get more supplies, I will. Some were hard to get years ago, but I suspect that isn't the case anymore," Fang commented, leaning back and reaching for the bandages. He began rolling her wounds up and out of sight, until nothing but bruises were left. His carmine hues lingered on them, the ones on her throat matching his hand size. Teeth began to nibble at the inside of his bottom lip and before he knew it, he was reaching out to touch them. How could he have done something like this to her? Someone with skin so soft, with a soul so selfless. Every instinct in his normal being screamed to protect it, while he knew there was another side simmering beneath that wanted to slice it open just to have a physical symbol of the anguish he suffered...
BEEP!
Fang nearly jumped out of his skin as the oven cried its song of finishing. He flinched back so hard that he toppled from the couch and onto the floor, half ready to attack like a ninja and half in the middle of a heart attack. Oh, it was just the lasagna. He should probably get that...but it wouldn't surprise him if he ended up broiling it with the radiating glow of his own face upon retrieving it.
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Jan 26, 2019 19:47:52 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 26, 2019 19:47:52 GMT -6
She listened. While she worked she used Fang’s voice as a way to distract herself from the poking sensation of the needle threading into her skin. If… it wasn’t sewing into her back she might have considered it relaxing to hear him talk about the good ‘old’ days of the past before the war ruined them. She never experienced the war, it would be naïve of her to think she’ll ever understand the horrors of what Kiran and Fang went through fighting for the cause they believed in. Internally though, the realistic part of her mind disagreed completely. War never had ‘sides’ what they perceived as black and white were mere notions to make themselves feel better about their choices on who to side with.
The truth, was neither colours existed. War has always been grey, neither side bearing the ‘right’ of it. Silly humans, no it wasn’t only humans who participated in the old war. Most of it was caused by humans but still… in the end it wasn’t just humans who committed themselves to drawing blood from each side.
Nai pushed out the thought. War never sat well with her stomach and any excuse she can get to avoid the matter she’ll take it. She’s thankful Fang avoids the topic as well by systematically censoring out what could trigger his trauma. “Li?.... is he another friend of yours?... The one who likes books too?..” She asked, continuing on the conversation as she temporarily closed her eyes once the herbal scent of the salve hit her nose. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, more herbal considering what Fang likely added into it. “Oh… don’t worry about it, to be honest I buy my supply in bulks so I have far plenty to only use in class… Your welcome to use my supply if you wish.” The gentle child waved off his apology about touching her supply.
She wasn’t lying, she bought those materials to be used. Him using it just fulfilled the reason why she bought them in the first place. “There’s a lot of alchemy tomes and theories in the library… once you could read well enough you could go with me whenever I have to do homework…” She added the offer, blinking her purple orbs over to him just as he ran his hand over her pale flesh.
Oh gods, the girl paused as a shiver threatened to escape out of her spine. The soft caress of his hands gently applying the salve got her heart racing for a reason unknown even to her. Its vexing, not knowing why her body was acting like this but it did bring another flustered red tint to her cheeks before she went and reached for one of the couch cushions to hide her face on. Stupid Kiran…this was his fault! Now she was all confused, her body was all confused. “T-Thanks… You didn’t need too but you still did… so you have my thanks…” She murmured out a quiet form of appreciation towards his actions.
Gods… it felt weird when he ran his hand along her skin. Not in a bad way, just in a way that belied her inexperience with being touch by a man who isn’t part of her family. Well touch in a way like this by treating her injuries. “Etto… Fang-kun…?” Quick! She searched for another topic to start before the awkward air had a chance to gain control. She was about to add something else to her comment when the loud unmistakable alarm of the oven broke right in the middle of their conversation. Nai’s eyes shot back to the teen who leaped off the couch, landing on the ground before readying himself to defend against some unknown threat. Oh dear… she snickered. Kurenai hid her face behind her hand as she tried to keep her own laughter at bay. By the kami he looked ridiculous and at the same time hilarious like some startled cat who saw a cucumber being tossed their way. “Easy… its just the oven…” She gently spoke. Still attempting to keep her mask afloat despite the growing snickers she’s been holding back.
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Fang
Master Hunter
GRADE •
67 (D+)
VITALITY •
4
STRENGTH •
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SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
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Moonfire Rage
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Phoenix/ Vampire
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Iris
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Jan 27, 2019 20:35:50 GMT -6
Post by Fang on Jan 27, 2019 20:35:50 GMT -6
Her snickers didn't go unnoticed. His eyes flickered back to her, his face almost the same shade as his hair and eyes. Was that a subtle pout on his lips? Yes, yes it was. He appreciated that she was trying not to laugh at him, but it did little to soothe his pride.
His next motion could only be described as a scurry. He had to get away from her mirthful gaze! Head ducked, he rushed into the kitchen to grab oven mitts, pulling the food out and setting it on the counter. Turning off the infernal beeping was just as complicated as turning it on, since he'd just smashed buttons before and had no idea which one was the one that had started it. Finally the machines's screeching ceased, and a hush fell over the room. Fang sighed. Why was everything so stressful?
Fang cut her a piece and brought it to her with a fork. She could eat at the little folding table, comfy and resting on the couch while he got back to work. Hand gripped the tools and wood he needed to finish the window, resuming his work. She'd asked him something earlier, right? Thinking back hard, he finally remembered. Li. "To answer your question earlier, yeah, Li is the other one who loves books. He was the third one in our three-man squad, and by far the smartest. I wonder what happened to him..." his voice drifted off in thought, soon to be blotted out by the sound of hammering. In no time the window was repaired and he was using the back of his hand to clear his forehead of sweat. That looked good enough. No more draft.
Next was the table. Fang collected the pieces and placed it in the floor, beginning to use nails and scrap pieces to put it back together. At least the heater hadn't been damaged, since he definitely didn't know how to fix that.
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Jan 29, 2019 20:20:16 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 29, 2019 20:20:16 GMT -6
Kawaii…. He was being too cute that Nai found his actions to be endearing in contrast to his growing sense of embarrassment. His poor wounded pride… for once it wasn’t Nai at the mercy of being awkward! Now she’s on the other side of it giggling at someone else’s plight. How rude of her, Nai’s internal sense of decorum scolded her internal but for once she was sheepishly disregarding her well maintained protocol towards etiquette and perhaps giving a chance for her to listen to the soft whispers of the child trying to peer from behind her mask.
She was by no means childish but she’s still human. In every adult there’s bound to be a hiding child-like remnant they hadn’t fully outgrown. That small light that was once them before they joined the world of the adults. Nai was by no mean physically legal, mentally was a different story but she still was a child in the eyes of the world outside the isolated walls her parents built around her. “Kawaii…” She giggled. Clearing her throat midway to stifle the following giggles caused by his sudden bolt move to flee.
Such a flustered boy. The amused girl mused with a followed chuckle. Compared to his catatonic state Nai preferred this side of Fang. He was much more animated than he previously was. His face showed his emotions instead of remaining in a near blank state prior to him moving around. Yes she preferred this Fang… he’s able to communicate without her having to second guess herself on what he really wanted when now he can simply say it.
Though now that she reached the subject of communication… she hadn’t noticed it till now as he brought her a slice of precooked lasagne. The smile replaced the thoughtful gleam she had resting on her alabaster façade as she turned to thank him. “Arigato…” The girl kindly thanked the red head before he went back to his work. And during it she listened to him before she finally uttered a comment about it. “Maybe… I’ll meet him one day. He sounds interesting…” She softly commented. More or so at the chance to poke the man’s brain for ancient knowledge but hey, that’s just the inner scholar in her. “Also… you have a nice accent in speaking our dialect.” She complimented. She.. had been speaking to him in Japanese the entire time. Without her even noticing it. How…funny, goes to show that even she can be forgetful in checking her own language collection.
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
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MADE BY VEL OF GS [googlefont="Oxygen:400"] |
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Fang
Master Hunter
GRADE •
67 (D+)
VITALITY •
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STRENGTH •
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SPEED •
3
RESILIENCE •
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STAMINA •
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Moonfire Rage
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Phoenix/ Vampire
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Iris
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Post by Fang on Jan 31, 2019 20:56:09 GMT -6
Just as his face was starting to cool from his own embarrassment as well as the adorableness of her giggles, Fang flushed again at her compliment on his accent. Apparently that was all he was truly good for today was letting his cheeks burn at the slightest thing. This time he paused his work on the table to hide his face in his hands, lamenting his dignity. It was just a thing that was hard to control for him, since his emotions were so raw and showed so easily. "Thank you," he said quietly. He hadn't noticed his accent, but now that he thought about it, it was a little different from hers. He'd heard her speak to him so much while he was catatonic and mute that it was normal to him. And he'd only just started using his own voice, but hadn't been paying attention to it other than how scratchy it made his throat feel. "I'm just lucky my ancient version is easily modified to be understood today. The writing might be different, but the core sounds are the same..." he nodded, dropping his hands and returning to the table's repairs. How much worse for him would it have been if not only could he not read or write, but also couldn't understand any spoken language either?
The table was done now, all bolted and screwed and glues together. He placed it back where it went, taking a few extra moments to figure out how the temporary table folded. He only pinched his thumb once in the process. "This is as good as I can do until I can purchase you a replacement...be careful with it for a few hours. It's pretty sturdy, but the glue isn't dry....once the glue dries, I'll paint the cracks and damage with some liquid gold. Kinda like Kintsukuroi, but for a wooden table instead of pottery..." Fang explained, scratching the back of his head with the effort. Words were harder than he remembered. It felt like a fumbling mess. Unable to keep still, he moved on to righting her bookshelf and replacing all the contents inside. That was the easiest of the jobs.
"Did the la...lan..lasa...food turn out okay?" Fang fumbled around more, unable to remember the foreign food word. He tossed a glance back at her, though his eyes lingered a few seconds longer than intended before he turned his back to her once more.
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Jan 31, 2019 21:35:49 GMT -6
Post by Kurenai Shimazu on Jan 31, 2019 21:35:49 GMT -6
She’s getting a kick out of making him flush. That was going to be one of her dirty little secrets she’s damn well going to keep away from him. She doubted he’ll be happy if he ever finds out. Men and their prides often didn’t like anything messing with the delicate nature of their prides. She secretly snorted at the thought. Pride huh… just like the prideful Kiran. But mention his favourite snack and his pride goes straight out the proverbial window. That’s probably a reason why she found the walking turkeys entertaining to be around with.
Kiran’s nature wasn’t just pure pride… he had his moments where his pride slips and part of his soft side emerges. She honestly liked the contrast but with Fang…she took a liking to the awkward gentleness he presented. Not to mention… he wears some of his emotion on his sleeve with how easily flustered he gets towards compliments being tossed his way. “Mhmm… Now if only it was the same reverse….” She chipped in. Clicking her tongue at the unfairness of how new age language couldn’t act the same as its parent language. Modern language has to come from somewhere. Normally from the olden tongue people learned to modify to make it less of a hassle to speak.
Once he mentioned her table. Kurenai’s line of thoughts shifted from the topic of languages towards the aforementioned furniture. It looked sturdy enough, her brow creased before nodding at his instructions. “You don’t need to replace it now, it looks sturdy enough. If its fixed then there’s no bother wasting time to get a new one when the old one is perfectly functionable.” She told him, hinting a small hint of amusement within her tone and a way for her to say he’s off the hook for destroying her kotatsu in the first place. “I can sew the fabric when I’m able so don’t worry about it.” She chirped at the end.
Such a nice child isn’t she? Willing to forget his transgressions once he made amends. Why wouldn’t she? Holding grudges seems far too unseemly to her and a waste of brain space. Not to mention it sounded childish to the girl’s taste. “Hmm? La-sag-ne.” She slowly repeated using the right tone on the word. “It’s a really common Mistere noodle dish but you cant argue its pretty convenient.” She tapped her fork on her half finished meal before glancing back at the kitchen. “Would you like some?..”
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
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MADE BY VEL OF GS [googlefont="Oxygen:400"] |
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