this is real hell

[pronounces]

me: do you ever think about how these two characters who have the worst fucked up relationship might be better if taken out of their circumstances

me, several aus and many tears later: i made a mistake


aka AU shunazu dropbox i'll make this pretty later

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icons and stuff later but; that au you stayed up till 3am talking about LAUGHS

[theatricalities]

[ it's raining.

shu hates the rain. it's partly because it's the antithesis of her entire being (sun, fire goddess, all that jazz) but it's mostly because the sky and rain are governed by eichi, and shu is quite sure that the only reason why it hasn't stopped raining in the past week is because eichi is fucking with her.

scratch that, she's not just quite sure, shu is absolutely 110% sure about that fact.

(she may or may not be bitter and petty.)

the level of rain and storming basically also means that shu is pretty much. confined to nazuna's house for the most part, since being drenched in this rain is a sure-fire recipe to falling ill and then shu will never be able to recover quickly enough to take her revenge. at least, that's what nazuna says. she's honestly about to go stir crazy from confinement at this rate, coupled with being saddled with a weak human body that seems to be taking twenty times as long to heal even at a normal pace.

so, if or when nazuna decides to enter her - now shu's - bedroom, she'll find shu brooding and staring out the window, watching the rain and scowling every single time a bolt of lightning flashes across the sky. her pink hair undulates down her back in an almost regal fashion, obscuring the bandages which are wrapped around the top of her back, around the wingbone and shoulder.

getting one's wings cut off still hurts like hell (not that rei would ever let her enter hell) and when shu turns around once she's noticed nazuna, she's gritting her teeth and refusing to let the sharp stab of pain show on her features. ]

hell is real... also it was surprisingly easy to find a lady icon

[misspronounce]

[ shu is probably bitter and petty, but nazuna's not about to be the one to correct her on it.

the weather sucks, that's for sure. though nazuna's been in and out for work, teaching classes in the morning and running errands for shu in the evening, it's been miserable and wet, and even her favorite, bright pink and yellow polka dot rainboots couldn't make it any less dreary.

shu's mood doesn't really help, either. nazuna can feel her displeasure, and she knows why--whether she's still a goddess or not, shu has a certain gravitas that weighs down the entire room (or lifts it, though that seems far rarer). she's beautiful and terrible, and nazuna's been infatuated with her since she dragged her into her apartment to keep her from dying in the middle of the road--though, admittedly, she was awfully pretty when she wasn't picking an argument with nazuna and awake a few hours later.

so, displeasure or not, nazuna's not scared of her. she enters the room quietly, shutting the door behind her and carrying her first aid kit (designed for the scrapes, bumps and bruises of her clumsy next door neighbor, mostly, now mostly used on a goddess and the fire spirit that trails around her apartment every now and then) under her arm.

shu looks a bit like an angry, puffed up bird, wings or not, glowering at the window like that. it's almost cute. she doesn't say what she's thinking, though, instead shutting the door behind her. under her other arm is something small; a little package, so she kicks it shut with her heel. ]

Itsuki, are you ready for me to change your bandages? [ ...not that she's going to let her say no, but whatever. ]