|Something I'm particularly proud of, and I'm glad that it now has a good home.|
:Heart of Sword:Heart of Sword:Heart of Sword: by aria-arissa
He likes to sleep (nap, meditate) sitting upright, with his back against something solid, and his sakabatō held loosely within the circle of his folded arms, tucked into his sleeves.
He likes to listen to the quiet sounds of the night, the silence that is loud to his keenly honed senses – the gentle clink of the wind chime on the veranda, the shuffling of late passers-by beyond the dōjō gates, the soothing calm of Kaoru-dono and Yahiko's breathing.
He listens, too, for danger. He shouldn't have to, he knows – after all, the Bakumatsu era is over, and he is but a rurouni on (temporary, permanent?) respite from his journeying, although he catches himself thinking of the Kamiya Dojo as home – but peace is still tentative, after the long war, and there are many seeking to destroy it. There are many seeking to destroy him.
That, and he cannot forget Hitokiri Battousai, who i
Commonwealth essay :: BlueBLUECommonwealth essay :: Blue by Reikas-DeJaVu
A sound of exploding bombs projected from the 24-inch television, I lazed on the yellow couch with the remote control an arms length away. The artificial air-conditioned breeze ruffled my hair and I shut my eyes. This was all too good to be true.
My eyes fluttered open and I breathed in the dusty humid air.
No. The sounds of the explosions were not from a television, they were real. There was no yellow couch, never an air-conditioned breeze. The only things that struck my face were specks of debris from the grenade explosions. Bodies and severed limbs were only a little more than an arms length away as we sheltered at a nearby pillar that had once been a magnificent house with televisions, a real roof and maybe even yellow couches. In this war-torn country, anything that looked normal five years ago would have been a luxury now.
Rikhaldii, that was what people called me. I feared the colour blue. The faces of dead people were blue and the eyes of the killers who
|Some of the most amazing artworks I've ever seen...|
I love to read, and more importantly, I love to write. So Lucy Heartphilia, who was the inspiration for this picture, is like a character after my own heart (though I wouldn't dress as extravagantly as her, lol) but I would love to have her summoning keys!|
Current Residence: Somewhere in between different dimensions of reality and fantasy
Favourite genre of music: Anime soundtracks!!!!
Operating System: Wakeup, Work, Eat, Play, Write, Draw, Sleep
Skin of choice: My own, preferably.
Favourite cartoon character: Sasuke, Sakura, Neji, Tenten, Raven, Robin
Personal Quote: When the sky gets dark enough, you can see the stars