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He couldn't say if this was all he had ever enivisioned for himself; in the end, Cecil thought, his own happiness was something he couldn't just force into existence, something that he couldn't take for granted. Being by Edwards side, spending every waking hour with him, that was, what he had enjoyed for the past years and, honestly, it was something that he couldn't claim to be a mere coincidence. When had he fallen for Eddie? He couldn't say. This wasn't something that anyone was able to decip…

"What do you mean? Not a fan of a bit of resistance?", Rhys asked with a treacherous chuckle. The two of them, oh, how well they fit together, almost as if they were molded to be two parts of the same thing, forced apart but inevitably connected by fate - it happened, to the best of them, and now they had met once again, painstakingly aware of all that interconnected them, ever since they first met. To someone like Rhys, Logan could be many things - a stepping stone, an emotion, a pawn, or a lov…

Normally, they coexisted, but currently they were one, begrudgingly so, and definitely stuck in their own ways, too. Otoha had different ideas, much like Mikuni and their brain was wracking itself over working with those different impulses, half of which never worked anyway - sometimes, they cancelled each other out a bit too well, didn't they? It almost hurt to admit, but it was like that and not any different - it never would be again, and the two of them didn't seem to get that they were just…

da06827e9c7a7938ca6ca11e2307c7e6b04b3ed1.pngName: Otoha-no-Homare; "Otoha", "The Goddess Of Glory" Age: Unknown, but her physical appearance - if she'd still have one - would be that of someone in their mid 20s or early 30s. Personality: Little is known about her at this point - if she chooses to interact with someone, it's almost always voluntarily and the fact that a goddess could be a sweettalker is a well-known one. Whatever Otoha wants, she gets, even if she has to lie to others or at the v…

Wasn't it easy to separate the egg from the yolk? In this case, it didn't seem to be - they didn't know what it ways that had hit them, it could have been a brick and they would have accepted it at face value, and yet, they weren't so sure about any of that. Happiness, truthfully, only came from the easy things in life, like annoying Genji or winning in a tournament of wits that nobody wanted to propose as reality in the first place. However, that was that and none of these things were genuinely…

They had a knack for getting their ass into stupid situations, didn’t they? First, Otoha was only mad at Genji and berating him constantly and now, once she had a desire to actually deal with that, Mikuni was obstructing her from doing so and essentially forcing them both to become one. The result was less than pretty, and a body that was never meant to house more than one soul probably could only do so much to combat the stupidity of it’s own host - just to make everything work again, for bette…

This definitely wasn’t where they saw themselves, not once in a thousand years, but for real, Mikuni couldn’t figure out his own body and Otoha couldn’t help but wonder how they wound up in this predicament. A situation like no other, just for the two of them, just like this, just because; just like that, everything had happened and the two of them had made a mess of themselves, become one, something that was both idiotic and unstable, but who was to blame them? Something was wrong and their sou…

Neither of them wanted to awake, no, really, both of them had dignity and they didn't want to be one, awake at the same time, confined to the same space that they always found themselves in when something didn't work out for either of them. The waves of yesteryear washed over them, crashed into them as if they didn't have any choice, and both of them were so focused on keeping themselves composed, they barely registered what was happening around them in the first place. Only when Genjis voice fi…

There was lots and lots of silence thereafter, with Otoha knowing that she had to crawl out of there, leave the world be and tell Genji that she was fine - instead, she was dragged underwater, drowned in her own brainfluid and couldn't help but wonder how she got there. Was it her own inability to keep this body together, with a mere mortal soul in it? Or did she just throw herself into disarray, simply because her thoughts were jumbled? Maybe it truly was better for someone like Genji to not qu…

Genji was such a sappy man now, she couldn't really believe that she once loved him, and yet, she couldn't blame herself for liking him either. It was, what it had to be, and quite frankly, she wasn't above denying herself something as simple as love - she still had feelings for him, she realized, and with all those feelings came the realization that she, too, wasn't immune to any of his charades, let alone the mess she made of him in the process. There was little the two of them could do like t…

„And I’m rather glad you don’t, otherwise I’d have started doubting half your reasoning for wanting to know about them in the first place. I don’t like being played with, but I’m sure you’re aware of that.“, she chastised Genji with a supple, soft smile of her own, not thinking that anything would come of their little exchange. Not a smidge of memories would flow into this guys brain, he’d just accept more and more unnecessary information as a fact and maybe even beat himself up about it, judgin…

Revelations of that matter were partially the least of her concerns and Otoha knew that she was playing a game with herself and Genji if she kept that charade up. Surely, it helped little if the two of them were glued to a narrative that one of them spun and the other ate it out of her hands as if she were a king, commanding an army to forget all they'd seen, lest they'd face the wrath of an entire kingdom that was trailing after them. Yes, in a sense, that was what made everything messier than …

There was nothing to be learned or gained from something like this - actually, there wasn’t even a way out of the maw of Genjis monstrous words and Otoha contemplated just letting those two idiots fend for themselves, but she realized it probably was a bad idea. Poor Genji, always concerned about those around him but not himself, and sad Genji, always preoccupied with the things in his own head but never those in his heart - hopefully, it stung an awful lot and perhaps, Otoha could have apprecia…

There was no denying it: Both of them were meeting at the worlds end, at a crossroads that had no beginning in the first place, and they were attached to one another by each others hip. It helped little, she could discern, but worse than that, Otoha had to admit even more. In truth, she wasn't resting easy on the knowledge she had, hardly so, and she was forcing herself to enjoy something she had denied for years by now - she was choking on her own responsibilities, it seemed, and she clearly co…

Whatever had gotten into that man, she couldn't quite say, but it definitely had changed him, now and forever that he lived an honest life amongst those who could no longer take him seriously. Otoha was trying her earnest and, for better or for worse, was still malding about the fact that this guy was, definitely, adapting better to his cluelesness than her. In fact, Genji looked quite serene, no doubt happy even to not be reminded of his past, even if it troubled him and he was right, too - the…

Sich auf solche Dinge einzulassen, ja, auf einen Mann der nicht mehr kannte als den eigenen Verfall - womöglich war es eine dumme Idee gewesen, so dachte er, dass das hier nicht das Richtige für ihn sein konnte. Eine mythische Schlange sollte ihm das verlorene Augenlicht schenken, zumindest hatte er all das so gehört, und noch viel schlimmer: Er musste lernen, sich damit zu identifizieren, mehr aus dieser Situation zu schöpfen und seine Probleme zu beseitigen; das hier war ein Fluch, doch die Tu…

This body wasn't up to her standards - she should have just taken Genjis, back then, years ago, when she had the opportunity to overtake something that she could have hardly ever called her own to begin with. Noroichi would poison her, her soul and mind, and then spit her back out as a corrupted mess that had no semblance but would serve as the goddess of a new religion, once Genjis body destructed itself further and further. As things were now, she wqas sure that there was no getting through to…

She wasn't so sure about any of this anymore - had she ever been? No, no, she never was. Actually, she was tainted with her own idiocy and just chasing after some stubborn beliefs that she couldn't let go of, wasn't that it? Yes, and even worse, wasn't she just the same person that tried, in vain, to get something to work that never was supposed to be working in the first place? It was, what it had to be, and quite frankly, she wasn't going to gain any footing in this life of hers if someone lik…

Otoha wasn't having this conversation anymore. In fact, she was dragging herself down this mountain as fast as she could and Genji seemingly followed suit without another word. There was little they could do, sure, that was the obvious solution to any problems that ever existed, but in truth, they had to admit, that they weren't doing as much stupid stuff as one would assume just from looking at them. The two of them, adults or not, weren't out for vengeance like this; it was a stroll they were …

What a sorry sap. Otoha wasn't so sure about this anymore, in fact, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to face Genji right now, like this, when he was sad and pliable, open to any kind of manipulation, and at the same time, so shored off into his own head, he wouldn't even dare to try to accept a fake truth as reality. It sucked, surely, it had to - at least for this guy, who couldn't recall anything and should be happy he still knew his name, and yet, there was nothing for either of them to do …