Out Of Games: So I Hc This Is What Sakanade Wears~ Flowing And Lovely, But She Has Had Years Of Practice


Out of Games: So I hc this is what Sakanade wears~ Flowing and lovely, but she has had years of practice running through the Gardens and flitting about at high speeds. The traditional garb doesn’t slow her down at all~
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Sakanade did her best to suppress her giggles as she stalked silently behind her wielder. He was wandering the gardens of his inner world searching for her, but he had that look on his face...the one that said he wanted to do serious things. Nope, she wasn't interested in such things today, but a game sounded delightful.
"I think up will be down now~"

She said in a playful tone eager to see his reaction. Maybe he'd be in a better mood after a game or two.
So we stood hand-in-hand, like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of the Four (via sexclution) @hirako5hinji

To ѕee α world ιɴ α ɢrαιɴ oғ ѕαɴd Aɴd нeαveɴ ιɴ α wιld ғlower. Hold ιɴғιɴιтy ιɴ тнe pαlм oғ yoυr нαɴd Aɴd eтerɴιтy ιɴ αɴ нoυr.
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I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles (via tsoachilless) @hirako5hinji