𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑼

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝒀𝙤𝙪 𝒌𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝑰 𝒅𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝒘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝒕𝙤 f͟i͟g͟h͟t͟ 𝒚𝙤𝙪. ⠀⠀𝑰 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝒔𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝒇𝙤𝙧 𝒚𝙤𝙪, 𝒃𝙪𝙩 𝑰 𝒄𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝒎𝙮 m͟i͟n͟d͟! ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝓘 𝓉𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝓂𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝓱𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝓈𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝑜𝘧 𝓉h͟e͟m͟. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

rian spins her brush between her fingers before holstering it in her belt. she loved being a priest more than anything. she loved learning new spells and always acknowledged how limitless it was to help people who needed people like her. it made her feel important. and now +

takeru always seemed to be concerned for her, even if his words came across a little rough at times. he acted like one's brother would. she didn't have any siblings but she'd deem him close to one. her eyes fixate on him, worried that he was pushing himself far too much +

the injury wasn’t on rian’s radar until takeru had difficulty sitting up. she felt bad, moving an arm around his back to help him. “if that’s the case, i can probably handle things on my own. relaxing isn’t exactly part of our job descriptions,” rian says with a frown. +

“something tells me it won’t,” rian draws out her words with a little sigh before she glances at takeru over her shoulder. “so in the meantime, you can consider me your assigned makai priest until ryuga comes back,” she says pointedly as she taps on takeru’s tummy. “and +

rian goes to take a seat beside takeru on the padded grass, legs stretched out in front of her as her hand reaches to cradle a lonely flower. “not sure about the others, but ryuga said he had to pay someone a visit,” said with a shrug, “and i figured you’d be here. the weather +

⠀ ⠀❝ ⠀[...] 𝓲s deli͟c͟ate but 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 still ha͟v͟e their 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬. ⠀