Kanda & Rinali [closed for now]
Who: Kanda invectively & Rinali velvetier
What: Searchtiemz.
When: Earlier today.
Where: Around the forest.
Summary: Kanda's on the hunt! To find Rinali, since her legs are still injured.
Rating: PG
To his credit, he had tried to not think about them. And tried, and tried, but every time he moved and felt swaying resistence, every time a pinch of discomfort shot through unfamiliar muscles and tendons and nerves, every time his hair rustled against the feathers in that infuriatingly soft way, Kanda couldn't force the agitated tick from his brow. Then again, he wasn't trying very hard in that respect. The stale and unfamiliar fabric of the white pants he woke with were discarded, traded for the folded black pair beside the boots at his bedside. Something sank warily in the pit of his stomach; the material smelled clean and new, nothing like hot dust and battle. Not a scuff marred the black leather of his boots, and even his exorcist coat lie clean and pretty across a small, primitive wooden table. Kanda only glared at it, a low curse tumbling from his lips.
His limbs were stiff and mechanical as he stood, the small wings still stretching foreign and painful along the breadth of his back. Temporarily forgotten as a single-minded fixation spurred him into steady steps across the small room, fingers reaching, aching for the commanding black scabbard leaning against the wall. There was no hesitation to draw the blade, the steel purring blue through the golden light streaming through the window.
Intact. Alive. That was all he need to know. Resheathing the blade without question, Kanda tugged his boots on and clipped his belt with its holster to his waist, leaving the small shack moments later. Rinali was there; if she still couldn't invoke then it'd be troublesome to leave her alone, Ark or no. He followed the babbling stream down towards the outline of the forest, sharp eyes scanning through the trees, trying to pick up slack where his head felt cottony and unresponsive. Scowling gloriously, Kanda halted before the stream, gazing over it thoughtfully before swivelling his torso to catch a better glimpse of the wings. Small and black, glossy in the sun and almost lost against his mass of hair. How fucking annoying.
All this new shit, and he didn't even have a damn hair tie.
What: Searchtiemz.
When: Earlier today.
Where: Around the forest.
Summary: Kanda's on the hunt! To find Rinali, since her legs are still injured.
Rating: PG
To his credit, he had tried to not think about them. And tried, and tried, but every time he moved and felt swaying resistence, every time a pinch of discomfort shot through unfamiliar muscles and tendons and nerves, every time his hair rustled against the feathers in that infuriatingly soft way, Kanda couldn't force the agitated tick from his brow. Then again, he wasn't trying very hard in that respect. The stale and unfamiliar fabric of the white pants he woke with were discarded, traded for the folded black pair beside the boots at his bedside. Something sank warily in the pit of his stomach; the material smelled clean and new, nothing like hot dust and battle. Not a scuff marred the black leather of his boots, and even his exorcist coat lie clean and pretty across a small, primitive wooden table. Kanda only glared at it, a low curse tumbling from his lips.
His limbs were stiff and mechanical as he stood, the small wings still stretching foreign and painful along the breadth of his back. Temporarily forgotten as a single-minded fixation spurred him into steady steps across the small room, fingers reaching, aching for the commanding black scabbard leaning against the wall. There was no hesitation to draw the blade, the steel purring blue through the golden light streaming through the window.
Intact. Alive. That was all he need to know. Resheathing the blade without question, Kanda tugged his boots on and clipped his belt with its holster to his waist, leaving the small shack moments later. Rinali was there; if she still couldn't invoke then it'd be troublesome to leave her alone, Ark or no. He followed the babbling stream down towards the outline of the forest, sharp eyes scanning through the trees, trying to pick up slack where his head felt cottony and unresponsive. Scowling gloriously, Kanda halted before the stream, gazing over it thoughtfully before swivelling his torso to catch a better glimpse of the wings. Small and black, glossy in the sun and almost lost against his mass of hair. How fucking annoying.
All this new shit, and he didn't even have a damn hair tie.