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nightiingaled‌  /  kit.

❤️ for a starter || @kienokoru​

Rage. It does not make her, it does not become her. Or so she tries to remind herself. But it does exist, in abundance. A river running deep within her veins, deeper than pain, deeper than the nanites. Or was it SORROW?

❝ I hate them! I hate them ! I hate — ❞

Loud bangs echo over her shrieks in the derelict hangar, fists making contact with steel. Steel bends under the burden of her force and crimson splatters like paint in her wake. Again and again, Kit’s rage stained the steel, a masterpiece of emotion and fear.

Behind all the violence, another sound — footsteps. Blinded with rage, Kit launches loose debris at the intruder with a warning wail.

  while he’s not certain what he’s expecting to come across as he tracks down the source of the loud noises, he knows it can’t be GOOD. of this, shiro grows more certain with each step closer, with each increase in volume as he closes in. of course, he’s proven right as he enters the hangar and his gaze finds kit. ---kit, dented steel, and RED spread across it.

     “ whoa whoa whoa, hey--- ”  pace quickening in an instant, he only pauses to dodge out of the way of the thrown debris.  “ kit, hey--- ”

he knows he has to be careful. anyone in such an emotionally volatile state can be potentially dangerous, but kit can be that much more so if she chooses to be. that said, shiro tosses concern for himself out the window and, once he reaches her, he GRASPS for her hands. it’s part to prevent her from causing herself more damage, and part an effort to ground her, to bring her back to the moment. touch always helps him when he has his own episodes, so he hopes it’ll do the same for her.

     “ kit, ”  he starts again, tone gentler but still with enough FORCE to hopefully reach her.  “ kit, look at me. ”

»» Wardrobe ( part 2 )

a bit of a contrast from his canon wardrobe, shiro’s everyday, normal life choices in clothing are, naturally, more… relaxed. the two important factors in his choices remain, however: functionality & comfort. not overly concerned with style, he wears what he likes and what keeps him comfy. he favours big sweaters that are oversized, even on him, and is well-known to have some really obnoxious and hideous patterned ones that he genuinely likes the look of. shirts, however, vary from fitted to loose depending on what he feels like wearing on a given day, and pants are much the same. his favourite shoes will always be combat boots, but he has a couple pairs of sneakers, too.

colours are most often muted and typically dark, save for his massive sweaters. where most of his shirts are black or grey or white, his sweaters come in any colour, varying brightness, and all sorts of patterns. he even has one where the front is just a massive picture of his dog’s face, but what do you want from him? he has a real appreciation for ugly sweaters.

@vagasbonds​ sent:  “ happy belated birthday , gramps. “ elias snickers , grinning at shiro , “ i was out late gettin’ this for you— and don’t worry it was ALL LEGAL ! “ instead of a usual toss he’d give any other object , he gently holds the somewhat wrapped out present to his friend. inside he’d find a high quality , state of the art telescope. ( SOBS ELIAS LOVES HIS FRIEND SO MUCH HES JUST DUMB )

 belated birthday wishes

  crinkling his nose playfully at the nickname, shiro’s expression is already cracking into a smile. just hearing birthday wishes, late or not, from elias is enough for him. and yet, there’s a GIFT held out in his direction, earning a surprised raise of eyebrows  ---  he never expects anything on his birthday, partially out of modesty and partially because it’s just been so long since it’s been a regular thing for him.

     “ good to know, because that was my FIRST question, ”  he teases as he accepts the present, although he has plenty of reason to genuinely suspect that anything elias hands off might be stolen. he wouldn’t put it past the punk to give him something illegally obtained PURELY for the amusement of it, too.

     “ you didn’t have to get me anything, though, ”  shiro continues, attention lowering to the package in his hands. shifting the weight of it to be held in one arm, his now-free hand raises to tear carefully at the wrapping, eyes WIDENING at the first glimpse of what’s inside. not even having to finish unwrapping to know EXACTLY what it is, shiro’s gaze lifts once more and he shakes his head.  “ you REALLY didn’t have to. this sort of thing is so expensive, you shouldn’t have spent that kind of money... ”

features softening, all signs of teasing disappearing, he just smiles at elias for a minute. elias, who’s practically a LIVING MEME. elias, who uses ridiculous behaviour to cover his real emotions. elias, who’s trying to pass off an INCREDIBLE, PERFECT gift off as NOTHING. 

then, all at once, shiro pulls his friend in close for a hug, giving the other a meaningful squeeze with his free arm.

     “ thank you, elias. it’s perfect. ”

@widespreadroots​  //  velum.  (x)

Velum listened to Shiro, and empathy tugged at her heart as he spoke. There was a weight behind his words that Velum would never truly understand; secrets that Shiro kept just to make sure everyone else was comfortable… With a small, comforting chirp, she crawls into his lap and envelops him in her wings. He didn’t have to tell her anything he didn’t want to, but, she felt that this was the least she could do for her dear friend. A silent way of letting him know she was there, and would be there, whenever he needed it.

  sudden weight in his lap managed to take him by surprise; he hadn’t, at least on the SURFACE, meant much by the words beyond a statement on how no one’s life is perfect and that... well, there WAS a lot that could go wrong. he hadn’t been speaking of his own  ---  and yet, maybe subconsciously he HAD been.

blinking, he peered down at velum, his surprise quickly wearing away to something softer. a smile spread, though small, and appreciation showed itself clearly in his eyes. arms slid around his small friend, returning the hug, one hand raising to sort of PET along her head.

     “ thank you, ”  he spoke in a murmur, the moment now hitting him HARDER than he’d initially intended, and quite abruptly so. there was a clench in his chest, but having velum there... it was a comfort.  “ you’re a good friend, you know that? ”

verse tag dump.

✗ ― 「 v: dear atlas / you must endure 」 main. ✗ ― 「 v: what a beautiful day to make a break for it 」 overwatch. ✗ ― 「 v: i pray for the wicked on the weekend 」 undercity. ✗ ― 「 v: there’s a madness that’s coursing right through me 」 undercity: ii. ✗ ― 「 v: they dragged you into darkness & you came out shining 」 witch au. ✗ ― 「 v: just & loyal 」 hogwarts: i. ✗ ― 「 v: i am brave / i am bruised / i am who i’m meant to be 」 hogwarts: ii. ✗ ― 「 v: you’ll have to watch me struggle from several rooms away 」 modern.

vagasbonds‌.

❛ SHIRO – i missed you ! ❜ without room for protest , an arm is thrown around shiro’s shoulders ( well , shoulder area … the height difference kills it ) , ❛ ya didn’t go anywhere. just missed ya. how’s it going ? ❜

&& . @kienokoru​ / take the clingy goblin child

     “ because i was on the other side of the room for two minutes? ”  though his tone is flat, there’s a lilt of AMUSEMENT to it which matches the look on his face, an eyebrow quirked as he peers down at elias. really, it’s hard to be annoyed by when it’s such a clear show of how far they’ve come since their first meeting.

     “ we MIGHT need to talk about attachment issues, ”  he teases, wrapping an arm over elias’ shoulders in return.  “ otherwise, it’s going just fine. ”