07-27-2018, 08:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-27-2018, 08:55 PM by NUI HARIME.)
ASPIRING FIRES !
nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehunter — hard physicality
fondness.
it was a powerful thing. a bond; an unstoppable force connecting others, tying them together. squeezing around the heart so tightly one could not escape. urging the common person to do things for others. to kill for their loved ones. to put themselves in danger, devotion gripped tight within their grasp. love.
it was perhaps, to some, one of the most powerful weapons the world, to wield that passion with such fiery intensity to do the things that needed to be done, that no one would otherwise do. and nui knew that it was what drove izuku to endanger himself for the well being of kirishama.
she knew it as clear as day.
but affection? devotion? the things that were so very openly displayed within snowbound?
there was no flicker of that within her alien-infused heart for her clanmates, who so seamlessly accepted her into their group; accepted her as one of their own. who so effectively accepted her as the girl in frills. the childish one. they didn't send her a second glance. few wondered about her because she was so good at blending in with the mere surface of her personality. the glacier hadn't even begun to scratch.
love made her want to hurl. and friendship was a joke. the only one that she had needed; that she ever would need had been ragyo kiryuin, her darling creator. magnificent. flawless. godly.
they were back. their absence had been notable, the snowflake pondering the possibility of their demise. but there they came. limping through the border, dried blood and burn marks untreated.
nui came floundering through the snow, parasol held within her grasp as she paused to stand upright, leaning upon it like an old man would a cane.
"welcome back loves," there was no questions as to their whereabouts. no incessant prattling of questions or overbearing concern. her usually cheerful voice, while ever still high-pitched, was now straightforward and clinical. "it took you a while to return. i was afraid you'd never come home."
and there was a ginger pause. almost as if she realized something. a cobalt gaze focused heavily on the dragon standing before her, scrutinizing him before her confusion was quickly washed away. recognition on her features, she called out. "izuku?" the frosthealer was familiar. while the former feline still had his own, familiar scent to him, his signature smell had been awash with the rank odor the of typhoon and the others surrounding him, along with the faint whiff of ash and singe.
"you're badly injured. is there anything that you need?"
it was a powerful thing. a bond; an unstoppable force connecting others, tying them together. squeezing around the heart so tightly one could not escape. urging the common person to do things for others. to kill for their loved ones. to put themselves in danger, devotion gripped tight within their grasp. love.
it was perhaps, to some, one of the most powerful weapons the world, to wield that passion with such fiery intensity to do the things that needed to be done, that no one would otherwise do. and nui knew that it was what drove izuku to endanger himself for the well being of kirishama.
she knew it as clear as day.
but affection? devotion? the things that were so very openly displayed within snowbound?
there was no flicker of that within her alien-infused heart for her clanmates, who so seamlessly accepted her into their group; accepted her as one of their own. who so effectively accepted her as the girl in frills. the childish one. they didn't send her a second glance. few wondered about her because she was so good at blending in with the mere surface of her personality. the glacier hadn't even begun to scratch.
love made her want to hurl. and friendship was a joke. the only one that she had needed; that she ever would need had been ragyo kiryuin, her darling creator. magnificent. flawless. godly.
they were back. their absence had been notable, the snowflake pondering the possibility of their demise. but there they came. limping through the border, dried blood and burn marks untreated.
nui came floundering through the snow, parasol held within her grasp as she paused to stand upright, leaning upon it like an old man would a cane.
"welcome back loves," there was no questions as to their whereabouts. no incessant prattling of questions or overbearing concern. her usually cheerful voice, while ever still high-pitched, was now straightforward and clinical. "it took you a while to return. i was afraid you'd never come home."
and there was a ginger pause. almost as if she realized something. a cobalt gaze focused heavily on the dragon standing before her, scrutinizing him before her confusion was quickly washed away. recognition on her features, she called out. "izuku?" the frosthealer was familiar. while the former feline still had his own, familiar scent to him, his signature smell had been awash with the rank odor the of typhoon and the others surrounding him, along with the faint whiff of ash and singe.
"you're badly injured. is there anything that you need?"