09-07-2018, 11:05 PM
[ OOC ] sorry for my late reply. i got hella busy this week and almost forgot this was a thing! when abouts do you intend them to discover their mental bond? uwu
The unknown had always been man's greatest enemy. Homo sapien: wise man. A fool was often someone who charges in without knowing, without realising the biggest threat. Unfortunately, the danger of the unknown was true in a lot of cases. It was what one couldn't see that is most dangerous and it irks him to know so. Yet no matter how hard he tries to tune in to his sizzling emotions which sear at his mind, crippling him, he still can't understand them. His chest hurts sometimes. It hurts so much he thinks he's going to have a heart attack, crushing his beating organ as if his own lungs had inflated to a size that there was no longer room for his heart. Usually it comes about when he sees Kirishima and the pain of the past floods him. Not even his fire can burn away the tide of thoughts, falling upon him like a tsunami. There's been a number of times he's just felt as if he will suddenly cry to his friend that he was sorry, sorry he hadn't been there for his friend but then remembering there was no point in staring at the past with a critical gaze. Unless he can time travel, there is no point for sulking over anything. It admittedly frustrates him.
Kirishima's laugh and smile has lost Bakugou in a sort of trance, watching the joy upon his lips in almost slow motions. The ragdoll's own expression was the same as before: brows slightly furrowed, jaw agape, eyes slanted in a challenging gleam. But his mind has changed, fixated and possessed by his own friend's happiness that he is awoken suddenly by the splash of water, no wall of fire to protect him from the droplets which cooled and steamed on his hot skin. With his forepaw, not thinking too deeply about it, he slides it across the water and raises it quickly to send a shower of droplets Kirishima's way. There's a little less oomf in this one, a loss of the initial energy Bakugou had had before. He looks at the water to stare at the way the way his own paws became distorted by the water, rippling from his movement. "You have earth elementals, don'tcha?" the male asks suddenly, cocking an inquisitive brow at the red tom, "Did you use it to protect you?"
The unknown had always been man's greatest enemy. Homo sapien: wise man. A fool was often someone who charges in without knowing, without realising the biggest threat. Unfortunately, the danger of the unknown was true in a lot of cases. It was what one couldn't see that is most dangerous and it irks him to know so. Yet no matter how hard he tries to tune in to his sizzling emotions which sear at his mind, crippling him, he still can't understand them. His chest hurts sometimes. It hurts so much he thinks he's going to have a heart attack, crushing his beating organ as if his own lungs had inflated to a size that there was no longer room for his heart. Usually it comes about when he sees Kirishima and the pain of the past floods him. Not even his fire can burn away the tide of thoughts, falling upon him like a tsunami. There's been a number of times he's just felt as if he will suddenly cry to his friend that he was sorry, sorry he hadn't been there for his friend but then remembering there was no point in staring at the past with a critical gaze. Unless he can time travel, there is no point for sulking over anything. It admittedly frustrates him.
Kirishima's laugh and smile has lost Bakugou in a sort of trance, watching the joy upon his lips in almost slow motions. The ragdoll's own expression was the same as before: brows slightly furrowed, jaw agape, eyes slanted in a challenging gleam. But his mind has changed, fixated and possessed by his own friend's happiness that he is awoken suddenly by the splash of water, no wall of fire to protect him from the droplets which cooled and steamed on his hot skin. With his forepaw, not thinking too deeply about it, he slides it across the water and raises it quickly to send a shower of droplets Kirishima's way. There's a little less oomf in this one, a loss of the initial energy Bakugou had had before. He looks at the water to stare at the way the way his own paws became distorted by the water, rippling from his movement. "You have earth elementals, don'tcha?" the male asks suddenly, cocking an inquisitive brow at the red tom, "Did you use it to protect you?"