warm, quiet, conjoined ╱ @anankc

"hurry up,"

a wet hand flops out of the curling lip of the bath, an encouraging gesture and a prop with which fei brings herself to sit higher.

all this time, and there's still the compulsive urge to scrape up the good moments, collect them against her chest before the inevitably faded away. fei finds it happens less and less often as the years go on, particularly since her wedding night, but there are some little joys which never stop inciting that need to hold a good thing against you while it lasts: such as the warmth of a luxurious, overlarge bath.

"it's going to get cold by the time you finish all that puttering." her temple comes to rest against the rim, gaze tracking charlotte as she moves to and fro. "leave the clothes, they're fine."

    ❝ You, sir — ❞ PAUSE. linger, linger, linger . . . the boy with locks bright blue, oh so SIMILARLY to the man before him — finger pointed towards his rags, like an accusation to his whole physique. 

it’s lilith’s son. he is lilith’s son — the hidden daughter of anankos. concealed, hidden, away — such like the child that was hers. they were both meant to be secret in due relation to kamui. to anankos, however . . . that was a single name that uriel had the chance of only hearing of once or twice. his caretaker, shuddered by the name — a soft whisper, ‘ we do not speak of ANANKOS. ’ the obedient boy he was, he followed suit with the words — obeying. he never held any further curiosity . . . however . . . perhaps that would soon change.

     ❝ You smell like my MOTHER ! And mom has a very unique smell. ❞

∁ ━ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ◜@anankcs◞ ♥’d / hope this is ok!

i can’t believe my parents are my biggest fans @starquccn​ @anankcs​

‘ My dad is the best dragon ! Grima sucks compared to him ! ‘

👄 B))

( x ) | selectively accepting | @anankcs​👄 - a kiss on the lips

Mikoto can’t help but chuckle at the request- though, she supposes that with how long it’s been, it does make sense. “Very well,” she chuckled, moving her hands to the back of his neck to gently pull him down as she closes her eyes. It’s a gentle moment, soft but no less loving, when she presses her lips to his, thumb brushing against his cheek. When she pulls away it’s with reluctance- but as cheesy as it may sound, at least she gets to see his face again. 

“BFF’S forever.”                      — True Quote, Anankos Skype 2k16

❝ Gasp ! ❞

                         ❝ You and me, together forever, till the end of time ~ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ !  ❞

falls asleep on her lap.

When they were younger, this was a common occurrence. Sometimes, in the gardens. Sometimes in the forest, away from scrutiny and surrounded by a much more natural feeling foliage. They would talk, or read, or simply sit in the silence- and anything in between, until someone fell asleep like this. 

It was hardly any different now. If anything, she’d missed this terribly.

They hadn’t spoken much- there was so much to say that sometimes the silence was preferable. This did not stop her from idly humming as his breathing evened out, or from running her fingers through his hair (sneaking in small braids here and there, much to her own amusement). For a brief moment, it was as if nothing had changed.

In an hour or so, he would likely wake up- and not even realize the five braids in his hair until she couldn’t stop giggling. In an hour or so, she’d get to lean on his shoulder. In an hour or so, the world would have hardly moved- she was okay with that, she decided as she still hummed softly, brushing his hair out of his face. 

5 times the love :')

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i. it’s the rush of affection when she finally wakes him up, having found him for the first time laying by a road like he’d been struck in the head and left for dead. he looks so confused, so baffled at her concern and her anger- he had upset her dear friend with worry- that it was almost endearing. she can’t help but laugh after she swats his shoulder for it- he looks so utterly bewildered with everything. 

ii. it’s sneaking out through hideaways in the castle that she’s long since memorized, letting him lead her away. her mother and father had made their concern known- she didn’t care. he tells her he wants to show her something. she nods and says lead the way. it’s dark and brisk and he keeps looking back at her with that smile of his- she loves that smile. she almost loves the stunning night sky above them when he brings them to a start as much. 

iii. it’s the warmth in his touch and the adoration in his kiss, the way he can take her breath away with lingering glances. the way her sister gives her those sly, knowing smiles while she blushes and laughs and tries to dispel any attention towards her. the way he pauses at the doorway when he leaves, just to give her one last gentle smile, before deciding he forgot something and returning for one last kiss. the way he’ll say ‘i missed you’ when he returns, even if it’s been but thirty minutes. 

iv. it’s how he holds onto her at night, be it awake or in his sleep. she can sit up just enough to smile at him, to reach over and play with his hair- sometimes a dangerous idea, however. he is not always asleep, after all, and he loves catching her in the act and then flipping her over, prying breathless laughter out of her lungs with his hands. but even that brings out that affection each time. it’s how when she curls up beside him, she knows she cannot chase away whatever plagues his dreams but she can provide comfort when he wakes. 

v. it’s the fact that fear doesn’t even once occur to her when she goes to tell him she’s with child- his child. the fact that not a single doubt rests in her mind, that confidence in him an in them and in the unborn baby, chases away even the slightest notion of terror before it can even form. the way that all she can feel as she’s rushing down the hallways and through doors to give him the news is absolute joy and not once does she wonder ‘what if he doesn’t want this’. 

vi. it’s the fact that after almost twenty years- give or take- later, when she sees him again, that warmth of affection hasn’t faded at all. the fact that all the time and terror and despair in the world has not touched her heart- at least, not the parts he held. it’s the fact that when he says her name, she cries with joy.

💬 :')

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Mikoto was the first to find Anankos- and as such was the first person he saw (due to the amnesia). It wasn’t so much love at first sight, because as much as I love fairy tales I’m also a little too cynical for such a notion, but she was his first friend. Because that’s what friendship is- fishing amnesiac dudes out of ditches, healing their injuries and then swatting them upside the head for scaring your friend, who thought the dude had been dead and thus started crying. … She apologized, of course.

☥

( x ) | accepting | @anankcs​☥: If events in your muse’s life had gone very differently to how they did, what would they have done with their life? What sort of occupation might they have chosen for themselves and would they, in your opinion, be happier than they are now? 

Well, that depends on where things split off. If we’re talking about when she and her sister and their children fled Valla, that’s the entirety of my Awakenings AU (which I mention strictly because I want to use it more to be honest)- rather than stay in Hoshido or even Nohr, Mikoto took Corrin and fled into the deeprealms, and ends up getting involved with the Shepherds. Good times. 

But if we mean before then, pardon me but I’m going to get a little heckin’ sappy on you here (because the other obvious answer is tragic and I’m actually allergic to angst and also I don’t think we want to talk about Anankos actually killing his lover while she tries to get their child out of Valla.).

As Mikoto was the younger of the two sisters, she had far less responsibilities. This didn’t stop her from taking on some of her own, however, working as a shrine maiden to help her people. I imagine that it’s through this work that she met Anankos, and we all know how this goes. But for things to go ‘very differently’ it makes sense for things to go better!

Certainly, the Vallite court would not necessarily approve of the princess marrying an amnesiac stranger and baring his child, but let’s be real do you really think that would stop Mikoto? Ultimately she would continue her work as a healer, but she’d rather not get involved in politics- that was always her sister’s strength, you see- so I like to imagine she and her mystery lover do not actually stay in the castle or even the capitol of Valla, building a nice, quiet home elsewhere. Like, Ghibli nice and quiet. Because I’m a fucking sap. 

And honestly? She probably would be happier this way.

Unless we go down that path I mentioned earlier, but really, let’s not.

@anankcs

“Quit telling people I’m dead!” 

“I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.” :')

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Had he been waiting, all those years? The notion hurt in many ways. She wants to hold him close- but would she even have the right? Would he blame her? Would he understand? 

The problem with love is even if it’s still there and as strong as it was before separation, it wasn’t actually a good guide. Despite her accomplishments and position, her years of wisdom and advising others, Mikoto had no idea what to say. And even if she did, where would one begin? 

Though her silence felt like eons to her, only a few minutes had passed. With no warning, she leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. “We’ve a lot of time to make up for. Or at least… I do.” 

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nah just kidding I love it I really do. God. God. i’d say stop with the cute but no. keep it comin just ruin me honestly.