#deathfavor ― izana

[soulsballad]

@deathfavor: ❝ what’s happening ? what did you do ? ❞ ( Izana & Emma & kitchen chaos - izana will not be any help )

it was supposed to be a surprise, but just before she could even reach for the eggs, a sneeze came out of absolutely nowhere. and she didn't even have enough time to move her head out of the way, thus leaving her to sneeze directly into a mixing bowl full of only flour. naturally, it went everywhere, mostly all over her face. and in doing so she stumbled back and knocked over the prepared baking tray and a few other things.

obviously, izana had heard the chaos and came to see what had happened, and as he rounds the corner, he'd see what she'd done. her face is squared up in bitterness as she stands there, eyes closed, taking a moment to calm herself down. " i sneezed, " is her only response at the moment. using one hand, she reaches blindly out, feeling along the counter until she finds a cloth, using it to wipe her eyes. after she's able to see clearly once more, she looks over at izana with a pout.

" i was going to try and make christmas tree cookies but... i sneezed and now the flour is everywhere. i got some in my mouth and up my nose- " awkwardly, she abandons her mess and waddles over to her brother, covered in flour from the head down to her chest. " i think i'll go shower... i'll clean up later. "

#SANO EMMA. / threads #SANO EMMA. / v. tokyo revengers ( tenjiku au; past ) #deathfavor #deathfavor: kurokawa izana #shes so mad #i would be too

[requiemofrebellion]

@deathfavor ― * ― ‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

“ it’s alright, now… i got you. “ ( manila Izana & Mikey )

It wasn’t every night that Mikey found himself calling Izana this late at night. His hands shaking as he grabbed his phone, put in Izana’s number and slowly raised it to his ear. His body slumped against his bedroom wall, a few feet away from his actual bed that was a mess. His blankets all bunched up or kicked to the floor while he had been asleep all due to dreams. Dreams that were too close to memories, dreams that contained friends that he believed had left him. Actually, one of them did, Takemichi left and he thought he was over this, but every time he dreamt about the other male he was back to being a complete mess.

Thoughts of; why did Takemichi leave? He promised to stay with him and then, then he left him all alone. The others were also just waiting to leave him too, telling him to leave Takemichi alone, that it was his choice on what he wanted to do. But he broke his promise and Mikey didn’t know how to handle the loss of someone he thought would stay forever. He let out a shaky breath, trying not to get too lost in his mind as he tried to focus on the ring from the other line. 

What if Izana didn’t answer? What if he didn’t want to come over? What if.... 

The other line was picked up and Mikey let out another shaky breath, not realizing he had been holding his breath. He took a few seconds to try and speak, trying to not make his voice as trembling as it felt. He tried to blink the tears away that formed in his eyes, why couldn’t he just be numb when he wanted to be numb? 

“ H...Hey, Izana.... Can you come over...? ” His words were slow, quiet and hints of cracks in his voice. His other hand lifted up to wipe at his face. “ I just... I need you... please... ”

Whether the conversation was short or not, the important part was that Izana was going to come over. Mikey hung up his cell finally, putting it down on the floor. His hands felt a little bit less shaky but still trembled ever so slightly. He stayed there on the ground until he heard the knock on his door, he picked up his cell, just sending Izana a quick text to just come in. If Izana didn’t have his key on him, one Mikey gave him a while ago, there was a spare hidden outside. 

He waited, dropping his phone to the ground again, toning everything else out until Izana was in front of him. Black orbs looked up at the other male, his lower lip moved so his could bite it softly to not just start crying. When did he become so weak sometimes? It didn’t matter. All Mikey cared about now was that Izana was here, he always came, he could rely on him, Izana would be the only one who wouldn’t leave right? 

Letting his bottom lip go from his teeth, he moved closer to Izana’s crouched down body. His hand reached out to gently grasp Izana’s wrist, tugging him down further onto the bedroom floor. He just wanted this empty feeling to leave him, so he just acted on what he was seeking. Once he got Izana to sit, he moved even closer to him, crawling into his lap, pressing his ear against Izana’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. 

“ I had another stupid dream about them... The unwanted memories when I woke up... I just... ” Mikey trailed off, slowly calming down just a bit more at listening to the rhythm of the beat. 

When the words were spoken from Izana, Mikey couldn’t help but press his lean figure more into him. His hand reaches out to try and take Izana’s hand in his, if the other would let him. The comfort he felt with Izana was unreal, he felt safe, secure, heard and cared about. He just wanted to stay like this, to remind himself that he didn’t need anyone else but Izana. 

“ You’re not...  Going to leave too, are you? ” Mikey found himself asking though, slowly tilting his head up to look up at Izana’s face. He needed the reassurance that Izana was going to stay, that he wasn’t like the rest of Mikey’s ‘ friends. ’

#♠ what a shame we all became such fragile broken things. ♠ ⸻ ic : mikey #deathfavor #deathfavor ― izana #♠ Manila Verse ♠ #so i write these in google docs and i got to the second page with this lmao sdfdsaf #i hope this was okay!!! #can't you tell i love exploring mikey darker/weaker states? dfsgsfdg

[ashrifts]

there's a secret haunting the streets of yokohama, and it is sung in frightened, hopeful whispers by those who sought to take the power back from the iron-fist rule of tenjiku: the king is deadㅤ—ㅤor would've been, had he been any slower at dodging the knife that had dug into his side instead of the heart it had been aimed at. a couple of days away from the public eye had already begun to spark such rumors, as if a single knife swung from the hands of a nobody could be capable of taking izana kurokawa's life.

ran is rummaging the fridge when he hears the telling noise of blankets being pushed away.

when violet meets orchid halfway through the room, ran's feet still by the entrance between the kitchen and the open space. as one of the more adept from the generation known for their brutality in taking care of a weakened personㅤ( courtesy of many restless nights spent switching wet, cool towels for a little rindou's fever-hot forehead ),ㅤran had been tasked with monitoring izana's health the most while the rest went around yokohama doing a little "damage control," as ran had called itㅤ—ㅤor revenge, as mocchi did.

it's the first time since the incident ran finds his boss awake. he finds, too, that the relief almost outweighs the surprise he feels.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤoh. up already, captain?ㅤ’ㅤㅤㅤthe shock in his face lasts only for a second, immediately replaced by a serene smileㅤ—ㅤbut when he holds up two opaque cups of unknown contents as he approaches the sofa, it's clear it only means trouble.ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤhow are you feeling? i'm sure you must be thirsty. come on, pick one~ㅤ’

ㅤㅤㅤ›› ㅤ@deathfavorㅤ!

#deathfavor #yes ran was looking for snacks to steal from an injured person #everybody makes mistakes #* ( scooping up the moon from the sea​ ) ›› / * verse iii. #* deathfavorㅤ ›› / * izana.

[barrenstars]

@deathfavor : [ feed ] - Izana & Ran ( aka Izana had like 3 bites and was done so time to share )

while meetings were generally located somewhere private when they were important, some took place in restaurants whenever it seemed to suit izana. ran began to think it was just whenever their leader was hungry - he didn't assume too much thought went into such a thing. they could meet up wherever and talk about what needed to be discussed, the location hardly mattered. on this particular day ran wasn't in the best of moods, he wasn't feeling very social. it was evident in how quiet he was; in the way he only spoke when spoken to, and in the way he looked at people. getting up early wasn't something the haitani did often, he liked sleeping until he woke up naturally. that didn't happen today.

mochi is talking, filling them in on how his numbers have risen and he's managed to recruit some new people for his division, but ran honestly couldn't care less. the food around the table isn't anywhere near him as he didn't order himself anything, not being in the mood to eat when the order was taken. he could eat now though, but didn't feel up for shouting the waitress over - she was practically trembling with nerves whenever she had to walk by them, so there was no point in really forcing the poor girl back over.

there is a nudge to his shoulder and he tenses, moments away from turning to whoever had touched him and starting something he shouldn't. however, violent eyes meet wisteria ones and his anger immediately dissipates, a brow arching instead as a pair of chopsticks are held up with some food pinched between them. gaze drops to the plate the cuisine comes from and his lips pull into a grin when he sees that izana has hardly eaten any of what he ordered.

he obliges, naturally, parting his lips so his leader can slip the chopsticks in. when they pull back the dual-haired boy chews, humming in satisfaction as the flavour explodes across his tongue. " that's nice. why aren't you eating it? " his mood seems to have brightened in just those very brief moments. ran was simply hangry.

#RAN. / answered #RAN. / v. main #deathfavor #deathfavor: kurokawa izana #GENERAL. / queue

[raytm]

@deathfavor c":

It felt a little absurd, the prospect of a refuge of gossamer sheets and stacked satin pillows in the midst of an expensively furnished apartment and he was agonizingly aware that if ran witnessed this, he would never live it down. it was a strange sort of solace, carved out of that luxurious space. where the shafts of afternoon light didn’t quite reach, where the furtively kept collection of old and arduously sourced records sat on the record player, rendering famous songs from times bygone. It was like there was an expectation, keep up with the newest, most modern technology. yeah, he indulged a little but there was an appreciation of this sort of classic, retro assortment that would undoubtedly be lost on ran. what he did not anticipate was the consensus of their leader. for in all things izana felt untouchable. an exalted, commanding presence no matter what setting he was in. so for him to gaze upon this fastidiously assembled and concealed haven of his and not wrinkle his nose in disdain meant that there was far more to izana than met the eye. he hadn’t asked, didn’t pry. the haitani brothers had reigned hell over roppongi for so long that having izana’s blessing and being assimilated into his gang hadn’t felt much like acclimatizing.  “ hell, you’re right.” he could only imagine the mocking tirade he would meet at the hands of ran, who valued the luxurious and sumptuous and would most likely be offended that the refuge encroached on his side of the apartment. there wasn’t much that in his life that didn’t accommodate ran to some degree, so this, immature as it was, was a severance from that. the record player, varnished wood and the needle, hovering in a momentary reprieve. “ I would never live this down.” the soft, diaphanous sheets that cast the inside in a subtle, ambient glow. the pillows that were arranged in a semi-circle with the player in the middle. “ but you won’t tell him.” it’s spoken as if it’s a revelation, as if peeking back out between the parted hangings there’s a fostering of trust that wasn’t built on blood and violence, but rather, a disparate, sincere understanding. “ will you ?” it didn’t require an actual answer and the reply he does earn was earnest and polite in a way that felt so foreign he didn’t know what to do for a moment. grappling with it, he laughs, a genuine, shocked sound before pulling the sheet further back to allow him access. “ atleast someone around here has manners.”  the space wasn’t really intended to cater to guests but with a little rustling of pillows and the draping sheet of the entrance drawn back it felt almost inviting. “ I’ll even let you pick the track.” and he gestures to an immaculate stack of records, their packaging pristine despite their vintage.

#i remembered that i wanted 2 reply to this so... :))) #izana and rindo hanging out at any time mean so much to me and i really think we need 2 #have them do guitar together again #like #izana can teach him about guitar and rindo can show him how to mix... #* ♫ . ⊹ 𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐷𝑂 𝐻𝐴𝐼𝑇𝐴𝑁𝐼. › 𝐢𝐜.

[chxrrixsxntxp]

starter for @deathfavor.

`` what the hell did you think would happen? `` izana & shion ( ty for letting me use my loser boy. )

no matter how quiet izana may speak, or how softly his voice may hit shion's ears, his words always ring deep within them. despite his cockiness, the blonde's fervorous flame is easily snuffed out by a simple question posed by his leader: `` what the hell did you think would happen? ``

well, that's the rub, isn't it? shion doesn't do much thinking before flying into things, and even when he does, they never end up in his favor. despite how often these unfortunate occurrences take place, shion has never seemed to learn his lesson from them. heaven forbid a man who was once renowned for his title—even if it was merely carried to infamy by the reputation of his predecessors—be cautious when dashing into fights.

“ uh . . . ”

shion's head hangs low, and his blonde hair shields a face that would only compliment such an abysmal sight. his nose is bloodied, though hopefully not broken. the blood skips trickling down his lips and chin, instead falling to the floor with slow, steady drops.

“ that i'd win? what else? ” he answers, drawling out his words as if he's inconvenienced by the question. the embers of the fire are flickering to life, it would seem.

#🦁;shion ic #🦁; tenjiku. #deathfavor #violence mention tw #?

[protectivemuses]

@ashrifts, @deathfavor

Now I'm curious. Can Ran pick Izana up by his collar like a cat or would Izana be too fast?

#ooc #dash chaos

[requiemofrebellion]

@deathfavor ⸻ Drinking starters.

❝You are NOT driving like this.❞ ( Izana & Mikey, Manila )

The music from the club was something Mikey could only hear, toning out the rest of the crowds around the club. His body swayed against the music, ignoring the people around him. He lost count of how many drinks he had, he lost count on how many shots he was in. His mind was no longer present as he just let himself be taken by the alcohol.  Any hands that tried touching him that wasn’t Izana were pushed away, moving away from whoever was trying to get handsy with him. He just wanted to feel happy tonight and not deal with people. He just wanted to enjoy the music, dance to it even if he was swaying and balance was hard to keep up at this point. His vision blurred a bit as he looked up to the ceiling.

It was hot. The room was too hot. Another pair of hands was trying to grab him, and Mikey moved away, stumbling off the dance floor, to the bar again. He looked over to where he figured Izana was at, seeing him glancing at him. Mikey just offered a smile, long black locks covering half of his face. Then he was looking back at the bartender, ordering another shot, taking it, and gulping it down in one drink. He put the glass down before his eyes moved around the room again. But he didn’t pay any mind to the people dancing on the dance floor, he didn’t pay attention to those who were just hanging around talking. He couldn’t focus. The thought of being hot again reappearing in his mind. Fresh air would help, yes, a ride out this late would bring him much comfort and cool him down.

Mikey pushed off the bar, stumbling towards the exit. He couldn’t tell if Izana was watching him again or if it was someone else, he didn’t care. He stumbled into the door, pushing against it to open it. A grunt leaving him as the door felt heavier than usual. It didn’t matter, he got it. He swayed as he walked outside, feeling the rush of cold hit his face. He took a deep breath in, enjoying the feel of the breeze. Black orbs searched for his bike as he stumbled towards it, swaying to the left and to the right, never walking straight. His hand moved into his pocket to dig out his keys, stopping by his bike with a soft smile. His smile not lasting long as he felt his keys being taken, plucked out of his hand without a care.

Mikey turned a bit too quickly and groaned at the dizziness he got from it. His back moving to lean against his bike, black eyes looking to see Izana who spoke about how he was not driving like this. Like what though? He was fine, he was. He could still see and walk, why couldn’t he drive? He didn’t understand, being too drunk to realize he was drunk.

“ Izaaa… ” Mikey whined out, his hand moving out in front of him to try and grasp at his keys. “ Give me back my… my keys. I’m fiiine. ” His words were slurred a bit as he spoke, his hand reaching but grasping at nothing. “ I want to go for a drive… ” His hand dropped back to his side as he pushed back more against his bike. His head tilting up, so his black locks fell away from his face, eyes now looking up at the night sky.

“ It’s…. pretty…. Wanna ride. ” He looked back down, drunkenly at Izana, his body looked ready to fall over at any given moment. “ Izaaa, don’t be mean. ” He whined out again with a frown. He pushed off his bike and stumbled into Izana’s body, his hands reaching up to grab onto Izana’s jacket. “ Please, Iza, please? Wanna ride… ”

#♠ what a shame we all became such fragile broken things. ♠ ⸻ ic : mikey #♠ Manila Verse ♠ #deathfavor #deathfavor ― izana #alcohol tw

[requiemofrebellion]

@deathfavor ― * ― Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

⚠ ( hmm if theres anyone you think would be interesting with Izana ? )

Red.

Everything Mikey looked at was red. The ground painted in red, the corpse red, covered in their own blood. His hands, clothes and boots were red as well from the man’s blood. Black orbs just stared, taking in the scene, not fully there in the present. He took a man’s life, he didn’t know who this man was, or what he did to have Izana want him dead but Mikey took care of it. His heart should have been racing from this, from killing someone but he felt numb. His expression blank as he stared at his palms. He didn’t think about the next steps though, he didn’t think about how he was going to get rid of the body or at least hide evidence. His mind kept being blank, just the thought of ‘ so red ’ in his mind. 

They were at least in a secluded area, no cameras around, no people either. He did pick a good spot to do it. After all, he couldn’t have witnesses as he needed to get back to Izana after this. He wanted to get back to Izana. Yet, he stayed still knowing he couldn’t leave the body like this nor walk away being covered in someone else’s blood. Perhaps he got carried away, letting out everything he felt out and not being able to control the monster that slept within him. 

His body tensed when he felt eyes on him from behind. Mikey slowly looked up before turning his head to look behind him. His body was getting ready to fight but once his eyes fell on Izana, his body relaxed. His mind slowly became less numb as he turned a bit towards the white hair male. 

“ I killed him, just like you told me to. ” Mikey stated, feeling the cool breeze of winter hit his face, pushing black locks away from his face. 

He had become so codependent on Izana that he lost himself within it all. He wouldn’t recognize himself if his past self met him. He just wanted Izana happy with him, for Izana to keep him because Izana gave him the warmth he seeked, the comfort he craved. The closeness he wanted with his friends. He got everything he ever wanted with Izana and more, and Izana was able to mold him into whatever he desired, without Mikey caring or noticing. All he cared about was that Izana was happy, pleased and he was able to go back into those arms of his, not realizing the poison he had taken again and again by falling into those arms. 

Mikey stepped closer to Izana, reaching out to touch him but stopping when his black eyes saw his blood stained hand. A frown formed on Mikey’s lips as he lowered his hand away from Izana. The other didn’t need blood from trash on him, even if he craved the physical contact from the other, he wouldn’t get Izana dirty. His head lowered to look at the ground, mind back to racing thoughts on what to do. He then slowly opened his mouth to speak again. 

“ What are you doing here though...? ” He slowly looked back up, a flash of confusion appearing over his saddened expression. “ I thought I was supposed to report back to you... ” He ever so slightly looked over his shoulder. “ Did I spend too much time out here? I just didn’t know what to do with the body... ”

#♠ what a shame we all became such fragile broken things. ♠ ⸻ ic : mikey #deathfavor #deathfavor ― izana #blood tw #murder tw #♠ Manila Verse ♠ #manipulation tw #dfds hopfully this was okay! i got carried away with the idea and hope you like it!

[requiemofrebellion]

@deathfavor ⸻ 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛ we’re too late … ❜ ( hear me out, manila Izana & kakucho about Mikey )

Mikey had run off to the Philippines without contacting him or Izana about it. It was odd, something Mikey normally didn’t do. He had done his orders, killed his old friends so what happened that made him run off? Kakucho didn’t know nor did it seem like Izana did either. They had all molded Mikey into what they wanted; did he snap under it all finally? He wasn’t answering his cellphone as they both tried to reach him.

A few days went by and Kakucho was going to ask Izana if he wanted to fly out there, that was before the phone rang and what was told on the other side was something neither of them expected. Mikey was… he was dead? Shot by a detective due to threatening someone with a gun? Mikey wasn’t that stupid, what the hell was he thinking? Kakucho’s eyes moved to look at Izana, the voice on speaker phone so he knew Izana heard.

What was going through the king’s head? Kakucho finished up on the phone before hanging up and hearing the words slip from Izana’s lips. A frown was on Kakucho’s lips as he moved to drape an arm around the other, pulling him closer to him. Should he have suggested they go after him sooner? Would this have been avoided if they had done something else with Mikey? Not that Kakucho had any ties to Mikey, he was just a puppet he knew Izana was using, that still didn’t mean Kakucho thought Izana didn’t care, even if it was just a little. Or it messes up Izana's plans, after all Mikey was his possession, had been Izana’s for years.

“ I’m sorry, Izana. ” Kakucho finally said within the silence of the room. “ I should have gone after him sooner. ” Yet there was nothing else to be done, nothing left to be said. “ Do you want to do a funeral for him at all…? I can find out who killed your Mikey. Whatever you need… ” Whatever he needs, he will be there for him.

#ic : kakucho #♠ Manila Verse : Terrible End ♠ #deathfavor #deathfavor ― izana #(( JUST SO YOU KNOW KAKUCHO DIDN'T FEEL MUCH BUT I DID AND I AM LIKE NOOOO MIKEY IS GONE AND MY HEART YOU REALLY BROUGHT THE ANGST BRIT )) #(( anyways i hope you liked this and it was okay ! ))

[soulsballad]

@deathfavor: Tiny Izana is clinging on to Ran's braid with flattened ears. He doesn't want to go on top of the tree!

ran is gentle with the tiny little guy, trying to pry his fingers free from his hair to no avail. izana's little hands have an iron grip on his braid and the haitani doesn't want to damage his hair by pulling on izana. so he takes on a different approach.

" come on... don't you want to be on top of the tree? that spot is reserved for the angel. you're way cuter than an angel. " he tries to praise and convince him, watching as the little guy basically dangles from his hair, still refusing to let go. " will you at least go up so i can get a picture? then i'll lift you back down. promise. "

#HAITANI RAN. / answered #deathfavor #deathfavor: kurokawa izana #hes just a wee guy #r.an just wants ONE picture

[ashrifts]

ran worries about many things. he worries about his hair taking too long to dry before bed, worries about his hairstylist trimming more than just the tips, worries about the whipped cream melting off his montblanc under the unforgivable summer sun...

he does not worry about people, and he tells rindou as much when asked why he keeps glancing at his phone, unanswered texts coldly looking back at him every time. it should irritate him; attention should be given to him freely, eagerly, not be something he has to beg for like a dog whining for scrapsㅤ───ㅤbut there's something off about izana's sudden radio silence. it doesn't irritate him. it unnerves him.

he has not seen him in weeks. it feels less like neglect and more like an omen.

kakucho has no satisfactory answers for him. shion proves himself similarly and predicably useless, and the rest are not far behind; undoubtedly, if ran wanted a job well done, he'd have to do it himself.

the end of the wild goose chase finds him at izana's door, with a hairclip jamming into the lock until it clicks open. ran sighs lightly before poking his head in. it's quiet as a nightshift at a graveyard and twice as dark. ran squints, and he doesn't have his eyesight to blame for it.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤpardon the intrustion, i'm coming in...ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe drawls out, playful voice half a song, but he steps inside cautiously, eyes narrowed in the darkness of the room. his fingers blindly feel around the wall, seeking the light switch.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤizana? it's me. still alive in there?ㅤ’

. * ›ㅤ@deathfavor !ㅤ( plotted starter )

#deathfavor #hey 😏 (with only 1 icon of 16 y/o ran) #* ›› / * ic. #* ( upon the brink of dreams​ ) ›› / * verse ii. #* deathfavorㅤ ›› / * izana.

[requiemofrebellion]

@deathfavor ⸻ Drinking starters.

❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞ ( Izana & Kakucho )

Kakucho was just lounging around, content in Izana’s company when the other spoke up. Eyes lifted to look over at him as he lay on the couch. He slowly sat up, blinking at Izana for a moment. Kakucho wasn’t a drinker, he didn’t really care for the taste of alcohol, but he wasn’t one to refuse an invite from his King, besides it made sure he kept an eye on him, make sure he didn’t do anything stupid if he had too much, or stop him when he was getting a bit too loose.

“ Of course. ” He replied, standing to his feet. “ Thank you for the invite. ” Even though they both knew he would only be sipping on soda or water and making sure no one got too close to his King. He moved to grab his and Izana’s jackets, offering Izana his jacket with a smile.

“ How many bars did you want to attend or are you just in the mood to see where it takes you? ” He slipped his arms through the arm holes of his jacket, gaze kept on the white hair male. “ Drinks are supposed to be half off at that new bar that has opened a few blocks from here, would you like to go there first? ” He moved to grab his boots, slipping them on before standing and walking to the front door, opening it for Izana and then following behind.

#ic : kakucho #deathfavor #deathfavor ― izana

[ashrifts]

ㅤ * . ⊹◞ ㅤ@deathfavorㅤsays :ㅤㅤ❝ Izana might be muzzling Kazutora but Kazutora's still going to give two thumbs up to Ran if/when Ran looks over to show his support. Izana can't stop that when he's busy keeping Hanma silent too.ㅤ❞

kazutora's vote is secured, as expectedㅤ───ㅤbut by no means any less appreciated. ran only spares him a passing glance, but he's already thinking of how to reward his little tiger... a new pair of boots might do him well in the long run, but a leather jacket would compliment him too...

#deathfavor #i knew these two together would be a headache but not to izana im so sorry king #* ›› / * ask. #* ›› / * ic.

[requiemofrebellion]

@deathfavor ⸻ unprompted.

    “ . . .  Don’t you dare laugh. I don’t see YOUR gingerbread house looking much better. “ Izana rests his chin against the palm of his hand, staring at the mess they’ve created in attempt of making two different gingerbread houses. Give the two of them a thousand men and they could beat them in a minute or two. Give them two gingerbread kits? Evidently, neither Izana nor Mikey could succeeded other than making a mess of frosting and collapsed walls.  (  For Manilla Izana & Mikey ! )

The smile on Mikey’s face was genuine, staring upon their gingerbread houses with fondness even if neither of them came out right. Honestly, Mikey’s gingerbread house was missing half the candy from him munching on them while he had attempted to put the walls of the house together. But seeing Izana do just as poorly as him, made him smile even more, a hint of laughter threatening to leave him. 

It wasn’t until Izana told him not to laugh, that Mikey let the laughter out, leaning back into his chair, letting his laughter fill the room. Though he wasn’t laughing at Izana, more like laughing at both of their failures. Still, he had fun doing this, getting Izana to help him make gingerbread houses really warmed his heart up and got him more into the spirit of christmas. 

“ Heh, sorry sorry! ” He stated, lifting a hand to poke at his own gingerbread house. “ Guess we both suck at making these huh? Still, it was fun right? ” Eyes moved from his gingerbread house to Izana and then down to the candies by Izana’s house. 

“ Since they collapsed... you don’t need those candies do you? ” He moved a hand slowly over to Izana’s side to see if the other would allow him to steal one. “ Maybe the key to a successful one is if we work together next time! Do we have another box? ”

#♠ what a shame we all became such fragile broken things. ♠ ⸻ ic : mikey #deathfavor #deathfavor ― izana #♠ Manila Verse ♠ #if they do a third one together it be even worse probably - mikey will be munching on the candies unless they are taken away from him lmao #but just picturing the table a complete disaster LMAO #someone teach these two how to make gingerbread houses dffddfh

[soulsballad]

@deathfavor: Tiny Izana sits happily in Emma's pocket, watching the world before tapping her hand. He wants another crumb of the cookie please. 🥺

finding a free bench to sit down at, emma makes sure her pockets are adjusted so as to not squish her big brother. there's a hot chocolate in one hand and a half-eaten cookie in the other, and as she sets the cookie down to move her hand to adjust her jacket again, she feels the little tap on her hand.

" hm? " peering down, yellow hues peer down at the tiny being nestled in her pocket, peering up at her. " you want another piece? " without a second thought, emma is breaking a little piece of the chocolate chip off, offering it to izana. " make sure to eat it before it melts over your fingers! "

#SANO EMMA. / answered #deathfavor #deathfavor: kurokawa izana #cute little big brother