𝑴ɪʏᴀᴋᴏ 𝒀ᴀᴍɪʜᴏsʜɪ (𝑯)
@PetalsOfTsuki
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ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀◜𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 ᅠ ᅠ
ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀◜𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 ᅠ ᅠ
Miyako let out a soft laugh—delicate, airy, like wind brushing through chimes strung in a graveyard. “Oh… I adore The Shining,” she confessed, voice dropping just a shade into something more secretive, more intimate. “There’s something so deliciously unnerving about that kind…
“I’d say this or The Shining!” She said. “It is also good, unless you have a fear of clowns!”
Miyako blinked, a little startled that the girl had heard her at all—much less responded with such directness. But the question lit something behind her dark eyes, a faint gleam like candlelight catching on obsidian. She paused, fingers tightening around her cup, before her lips…
At the sound of the voice, Ako looked up from the book at the woman. “That depends! Do you like Horror?” She asked, sipping her latte.
||: I am in deep awe at Miyako and Ako’s storylines. The love of creepy and the spooky. I love that kind of friendship. 🥹
“That…” Miyako’s eyes softened, her tone carrying the quiet weight of someone who knew that truth far too well. “That sounds familiar.” She swirled her tea gently, watching the petals float along the surface like lost memories, before glancing back up with a small, crooked…
“People fear what they don’t understand.” She said. “You’re considered weird or creepy if you enjoy it!” She chuckled. “Mother chocked my love for it up to my birthday, Halloween!”
She watched him quietly, her plate still half-full but forgotten, as if his words had fed her more than the meal ever could. There was something in the way he said it—not grand, not boastful, but gentle, sincere. It wrapped around her like a thread of gold. “I believe you will.”…
“I’ll do my best in choosing something I’d think you’d like!” He’d finished his meal and now sat content.
She laughed softly—not the nervous kind, not the uncertain flutter that so often slipped through when she wasn’t ready. This time, it was warm. Real. A quiet exhale of something lighter than she’d carried in days. “A-And here I thought demons tempted souls with contracts…” she…
“My pleasure!” He said as the remaining cake vanished. “It’ll be in the fridge if late-night cravings come calling!” He gave a sly wink.
Miyako blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the sight of color rising to his cheeks. He blushed? Her lips parted slightly, then curved into the softest, most startled smile—like watching the first petals bloom after a long frost. “You don’t have to apologize…” she said…
Shuichi blushed, quickly looking away. “I’m sorry!” He said. “You’re quite perceptive!”
Her brows lifted slightly at the name, curiosity flickering across her features like candlelight. “Kisuke…?” She echoed the name as though trying it on her tongue, letting it linger like a secret just shared. Then, as if deciding she liked the sound of it, she let the smile…
Yumichika gave a nod. “I’ll check in with Kisuke to see if he has anything special!” He said. “He does sell a wide assortment of chocolates!”
She glanced down at her plate, then at the remaining sliver of cake—still untouched, still perfect. Her fork rested neatly beside it, as if awaiting her decision. She wasn’t full. Not really. But something about the moment, the weight of the warmth she’d already taken in, made…
“So, my dear! Have you had enough or would you like another slice?” He asked, looking from Miyako to the cake. He leaned back feeling sated.
Her head tilted slightly as she listened, eyes reflecting quiet thought. The words settled into her like ripples over still water—even things we try and hide. Her gaze followed his to Hana, now peacefully nestled, as if she’d always belonged there. “…That’s true,” she…
“Animals are rather perceptive!” He said. “They pick up on everything! Even things we try and hide!” His gaze fell on Hana, a soft smile on his features.
For a long time, Miyako didn’t speak. Not because she didn’t want to—but because her voice had gone quiet with the weight of something fragile and unfamiliar. Something not quite sadness, and not quite joy. It was something more complicated. Something more precious. She had…
Sister that Miyako can always rely on being true to themselves and forever shall be but ever but sister always and forever so. "You are welcome always so.. And shall ever be glad to help pick your pieces up again.. My dear sister Miyako." Giving Miyako a big wide smile to her.
The press of his lips against her forehead stole the air from her lungs. It wasn’t the kiss itself, nor the warmth of his embrace, but what lingered in the silence between them—the echo of a vow spoken not from duty, nor from fleeting affection, but from something deeper.…
same for me as well.. My sweet sunhilder." Once more. Gives her a kiss into her lovely lips.
Miyako’s eyes widened slightly, recognition blooming like blood in water. “I’ve… heard of it,” she murmured, the reverence in her voice unmistakable. “Plague, prophecy… the kind of dread that grows like a weed in your chest.” She tilted her head, a thoughtful little hum…
“You ever read The Stand?” She tapped the book. “It’s long but a good one!” She paused to sip her latte. “I’m Ako by the way!” She introduced herself.
Miyako’s breath caught at his words. Lonely. It wasn’t cruel—it wasn’t even said with pity. Just honesty, gentle and understanding. But hearing it aloud still made her chest ache in that familiar, hollow way. Her gaze drifted to Hana, who now lay like a tiny guardian in her…
“That she did!” Shuichi said, watching them fondly. “She’s usually drawn to those who are lonely!” He said, scratching Hana’s ears.
The simplicity of his words settled over her like a weighted blanket—not heavy, not smothering, just… grounding. Familiar in a way she didn’t quite expect. I’m glad we have an understanding. So matter-of-fact, so sure. And yet, something about that certainty made her chest ache.…
For a time, the demon King studied her in silence. “I’m glad we have an understanding.” He said, his tone matter-of-fact.
Her eyes lit at that—not wide with childish delight, but with something gentler, more tender. A quiet joy that settled behind her gaze like sunlight through mist. “…A candy shop?” The words were touched with disbelief, the faintest smile pulling at her lips as if the idea…
Yumichika gave a nod. “When we next meet, I’ll show you around town!” He said. “I’ll even take you to the town’s candy shop! I know the owner!”
Truly, Miyako had only stepped inside the quaint little café to escape the heat outside, her fingers still clutching the cool edge of her parasol as she hesitated just beyond the doorway. The scent of roasted beans and vanilla cream drifted through the air like a lullaby, luring…
The young woman sat at a quiet corner table in a cafe nose in a book as she sipped an iced latte.