Lukewarm tea streamed tastefully, murmuring a euphony as its cascading form collided with the china cup’s ground. Evaporated miasma cavorted in its rise, replenishing an odorless atmosphere with a scent of chamomile; it was the honorable guest’s request after all. Gallantly perching over a tea table whilst holding closely a fine tea pot, our butler’s predatory visage charmingly swiveled into the guest’s outlines, waiting for an ‘approval’.
“Do tell, is the flavor possibly to your taste? “
❝ Peculiar. ❞
█┆❜ ♛; 𝓞n lips coated with unadulterated malice; the lone phrase would have seemingly conveyed authentic displeasure. Chilled as they may be, however, hers do not presently entertain such hostility ━ for it was but a fleeting acknowledgment of the potent wistfulness that the luxurious liquid proffered.
With her lithe digits assiduously demonstrate impeccable care in handling a patently frangible cup, she surveyed the opulent contents of the ornate goblet ━ conceding herself to its allurement before reacquainting the rich brew to her sodden maw once more. It was an igneous sensation, such that ceaseless to infringe an undisguised incredulity 'pon the reticent engineer’s stoic features in its wake.
❝ Chamomile… I almost forgot the last time I had this. ❞
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boots shift, adjusting&&rooting– hurtful. such a gesture (& doubt flickered forth. ) phantom tiredness surged through straightened legs. hazel orbs obscured as motions guided a hasty retreat & to regain balance.
“don’t get used to this.”
█┆❜ ♛;Serpentine irises peered onward, harboring something kindred to bewilderment as they worship the man’s puissant reaction subsequently to her potent blow. She tensed as he relapsed back on his feet upon the impact, resulting in a fleeting silence that steeped in wake of this tribulation. A signature stoic expression reasserted itself upon Yukina’s sharp physiognomy, though this time her impassive tiers quaked as she desperately endeavored to maintain her poised composure ━ resulting in recalcitrant chuckles evading the oppression of her forbearance.
His abiding attempt to remain unfazed from the ordeals that she imposed upon him has never been more… confounding.
Hearing the bad news, she rapidly turns her head towards the conductor and the princess’ soft features take on a worried look. ( Any halt on their journey only increases the chance of the Kabane attack. There are along the way suitable places where they could stop and repair the train, the next station is still a few days away. They are cut off from any help. )
“Kurusu!” She’s quick to call her loyal bodyguard and her unspoken request is answered with an affirmative reply. ( No doubts that the samurai knew what she wants him to do. ) The heiress approached the conductor quietly.
“You should rest, Yukina-san.” Her hand rests softly on the other’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “The Bushi will start patrolling the area shortly. You need to gather strength for the further journey.” There isn’t anyone who could take the conductor’s place and drive in Yukina’s stead. She is a crucial passenger of the Kōtetsujō. ( Kabane on rampage, hysterical masses, rushed start. No chance to gather the proper crew. )
█┆❜ ♛; 𝓐 protest meets her lips. The coalesced years of disciplining as an ascetic engineer swells within the catacombs of her chest, stirring a potent impulse that nearly goads her to rebuff the princess’ unabated concerns. They are presently short-handed on repairing smiths, and their contemporary site hampers them from any feasible assistance. The Kōtetsujō may be susceptible to peril in its prone state of inactivity. The faster they can repair the locomotive, the faster they can commence with the journey ━ unscathed. Rest is the last thing on the engineer’s mind.
But she detains her tongue, heeding the sudden revelation that the heiress brought forth. Ayame is right; it would not be beneficial for anyone if Yukina were to further exhaust herself. She needs to conserve her strength in order to persist the Kōtetsujō’s smooth passage once the transitory mending is complete.
❝ Yes, my lady. ❞ The taciturn engineer nods resignedly, subdued emotion claws through the ramparts of her rigid features. She wipes her brow with the back of her glove, obliviously marring the pale crest of her forehead with a smear of grease. ❝ … Please forgive me for my inefficiency in such vital circumstance. ❞
incredulous eyes could not escape scrutiny / though easily dismissed. && body braced for the box shoved against the divine’s breastbone.
“&& where to?”
❝ You know where, errand boy. ❞
Lips taunts into an amused simper as gloved hand descends upon narrow hips in a poised stance, she proffers a powerful nudge against the container for good measure.
❝ And don’t drop these, no matter how heavy they are. No cheating either. ❞
█┆❜ ♛; 𝓝imble digits, still blemished from some grease residue, gingerly collect the man’s afflicted hand into her lap; a premonitory hunch from the realm of her cognition enlightening her that mellow assurances are more alleviating than a grim lament.
The conductor’s abdomen rises wearily, jagged breath eluding her in fleeting bursts as her spine urges against the parched boulder behind them. It is no longer twilight and the Hinomoto sky is pregnant with stormcloud, banked and heavy. Its aggressive tumult is diluting to their psyches ━ with rain plummeting against the cavern roof like a hail of unrelenting bullets, ferocity unparalleled.
❝ Please hang in there. We will return to the Koutetsujou as soon as the rain subsides. ❞
Yukina gathers her sleeve forward to impress it upon the man’s weeping knuckles, crimson promising through the delicate fibers of her garment. She persists to apply pressure by idling her firm hand upon her companion’s, absentmindedly blinking through her sweats into the drenched night. The vacant cavern is a welcomed respite from the progressing storm outside and the conductor permits a veil of silence to sheathe their presences, the quiet combating the reverberating thunder in their ears
Gives her a ball of choochoo, whatever the choochoo is.
❝ ━! ❞
█┆❜ ♛;
𝓘t is super effective! Our conductor’s stern physiognomy warped behind the veil, the visage of a soldier she wore so boldly scoured away in the falling dust. Meekly, she accepted the ball of choochoo that was so graciously proffered ━ careful fingers encompassing its circumference. Upon retreat, she gawked at her present; a delight in her eyes, a treasure.
█┆❜ ♛; Beneath the dismal dusk that imposed itself much too early, a storm clawed its way through the stretches of vacant sky. The world swayed as the rain cascaded ━- a misting sprinkle that dotted the contours of Yukina’s cheeks, pitter-pattered against the cold, parched ground. ❝ Ayame-sama, we can’t commence the search under this weather condition. ❞ The engineer declared, resolute. She located her thumb and forefinger against the bulb on her nose to chide away the frigidness, keen oculars scouring simultaneously for a suitable shelter to flee the drenched present.
❝ That lodge look sturdy enough, my lady. Let’s take a respite there. ❞
Another station infested by unrestrained peril. Battered, grim, and hopeless. Another pungency of foul destruction that seared through the smothering ambiance. Wretched, thrashed, and pummeled.
❝ ━━ Seems like there’s no survivor. ❞
Came a penitent voice at length, though its sonorous cadence was no more than a ripple through the white noise ━- at once forfeited to the relentless patter of rain. Yukina approached over to Ayame in an endeavor to drape her uwagi around the heiress’ narrow shoulder, proffering her with a surplus layer of warmth. The storm had fully courted the premature evening by now, and together the rain’s imploring digits walloped against the windowpane of their residing sanctuary. The only feasible probability for them was to wait out the turbulent climate before they can recede back to the Hayajiro.
Yukina inhabited a vacant spot adjacent to her perching superior and wallowed in the semblance of quietude that inevitably engaged their solemn presences. The crew had surveyed the precinct today only to discover, with a surge of acrimony, that this is but another station embellished by torment ━- an atmosphere that was all too familiar. Already the sentient of that alone brought forth the engineer’s distaste ━- though, she could only surmise of how crippling Ayame had to felt.
Ayame, who lost not only her kin, but also a station that homed her most treasured memories. Everything that harbored within the tenderest capacity of the princess’ heart was pillaged away by this unrelenting disaster.
Occasional quavers of thunder punctuated the sobering silence, a few of the rumbles possessing enough magnitude to rattle the weary window. Yukina ensconced her steady hand upon Ayame’s, as it is the least she can offer━ the least she can conjure as a silent support.
