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[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know"

Alright, so making two batches of mashed potatoes it was. At least, that's what he assumed that "Mmm" noise from her meant. That's what it usually meant for her when in that tone... Flicking his eyes back to what he was working on he continued to deftly and efficiently move about the counter, once he'd finished the potatoes scooping them up and spreading them out on a cookie sheet. Continuing from there he grabbed the seasonings he wanted before seasoning half, going light on the other half.

His ears perked when he heard the steak flip over, and a small smile slipped to his lips. She hadn't rejected him for his nightmares, and in fact said she suffered from similar ones. ...But how was that possible..? His mood faded slightly again as he thought for a few more moments. Amaya..? May I ask you about your nightmares?" Sei kept his voice slightly quiet but also gentle, not wanting to push but curious.

_{Muse;; So-So
Mood;; I haz headache...
Sei Mood;; ---
Music;; None
Word Count;; Excluding coding and lyrics ---
Lyrics;; Photograph || Ed Sheeran (srsly listen to Peter Hollens cover of it it's fantasmical)
Other;; THIS IS A POST NOT WRITTEN ON SKYPE. FROM THIS POST ON IS NEW.
Post Status;; Complete}

[. Amaya Kanashimi]

From the sounds of it, her new companion was working efficiently at the potatoes, which she figured was from all his experience with cooking for the bar. With her senses taking in the scents and sounds of decent cuisine in the making, she was reminded of her times as a server and waitress, a small fraction of her job placing her as a witness to the dishes and their processes. It was interesting, how she never noticed how much she had seen and how familiar it was. Too bad good memories didn't stay. Why was she thinking about it anyway? It wasn't important anymore; she had learned nothing from the cooking, and all of it was in the past.. The steak sizzled with a sound she figured would be considered delicious, although she herself couldn't be completely sure.

With her long, ebony locks draping messily but gracefully towards the front of her chest, she unconsciously tucked a strand behind her ear as she turned toward the male. She planned to motion him over, mostly with her moonstones, to check and see if the steak was finishing up. It was as she was doing that, however, that he inquired about her nightmares, having not completely turned his attention to her yet.

Her posture seemed to fade slightly. There was no real bitterness or sadness or any other emotion that flared up. Just a strange.. sense of an unexpected question. With an answer that could easily be extremely complicated, or annoyingly simple. For once, she didn't quite have the answers decided on.. "You may.." Her tone was not that of hesitation or hostility - it was simply a kind that seemed to warn him to not be disappointed if the answer was lacking or to be unsettled if she decided to let him know more than a simple overview.

» STATUS: finished!
» TAGS: Seiko only!
» COUNT: -- words!
» NOTES: wondering if i can get back into her as well as i used to xD!

[S.eiko A.imiya]

Blue's Descendant|| Vagabond || 3 || 23 || Single

"When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive"

Perking slightly at seeing the silent motion for him to check on the steak he shifted to give it a glance after asking his question, staying quiet for a few moments as he waited to see what she would respond with. The vagabond wouldn't be surprised in the least if she turned him down, in fact he kind of expected it. It wasn't any of his business, and while yes, he had told her about his vaguely, she had no reason to tell him. After all, these past few weeks she had still remained aloof and distant to both Kiki and him. While it hadn't seemed intentional, or even ill-fortuned, it put the man off a bit. He was used to being somewhat of a ladies man, or at the very least friendly with everyone he knew. So to have someone actively remaining distant from him? It was strange.

When she spoke emeralds flickered up to her face, a tiny hint of a smile showing on his lips to signify he was grateful for her answer. "The steak looks good, if you like medium-rare. If not give it a few more minutes on each side." Moving back to his potatoes he thought for a few moments to himself now. What exactly did he want to ask her? Hesitation was partially clear in his actions as he stepped back with the cookie sheet in hand, gently motioning that he needed in the oven before slipping them in once he had access. Only then did he look back to her, not harshly or accusingly, but just a gentle curiosity playing in his eyes. "Well... When did they start? And.. have they gotten worse as you have gotten older?" Seiko expected short answers to both of those. After all, they were 'yes' or 'no' questions. Either way, he did have more waiting, if she would allow for him to ask.

_{Muse;; So-So
Mood;; MY ROOM IS A SHITSHOW OMFG
Sei Mood;; Curious
Music;; Animals || Maroon 5
Word Count;; Excluding coding and lyrics 317
Lyrics;; Photograph || Ed Sheeran
Other;; Let's see how I feel about changing his speaking color to green... even though it's always been silver xD
Post Status;; Complete}

[. Amaya Kanashimi]

There was a slight hint of intrigue, since she herself was not able to tell when the steak was ready or not - let alone recognize how much it was cooked from a distance. Then again, he was probably accustomed to keeping track of the time the food was cooking. Blinking slightly, she tried to manipulate the steak with the prong, doing her best to not hurt herself or the pan. Or the steak itself. Or the plate she was attempting to get it on. Honestly, she was still rather clumsy with human objects, mostly things she never really associated with, like prongs and things used in cooking. The closest she had ever gotten to cooking was probably eating with silverware.. Successfully removing the steak, she pushed the plate further onto the table, hearing the oven and then the start of his questions.

When did they start? Were they ever.. not there? She honestly could not remember a time when she had not dreamed of such horror, even as a pup. "Always.." Soft, quiet. But with as much certainty as death. Not once had she gotten a rest from them; they had molded every single thing in her entire life, and whenever she remembered that, it was almost humorous how little innocence she really had as a pup. Her moonstones had unconsciously tilted toward the floor, darkness threatening to break through her barrier. Or, hoping to threaten the barrier would be a better way to word that, as she still felt nothing. She could only logically point out the irony in her mind.

Then the second part of his question began to register. "Yes.." Another soft response. She was sure that they had not been so vivid in the past. Admittedly, she could not remember what they looked like when she was younger, and although she knew what emotions were back then, she could tell they evolved since then. Emotions or not, she could now recall names and memories and times, relations and events and everything as vividly as if she had lived it herself. Which, technically, she did. Although.. did she have emotions in those memories? She could have sworn she had.. but feeling them were practically out of the question.. "I remember everything."

» STATUS: finished!
» TAGS: Seiko only!
» COUNT: 374 words!
» NOTES: wow my muse was just jumping everywhere; too many people i wanna role-play trying to grab my attention; muse got shot halfway through by getting pissed off, sorry!