#sign langauge

[accessibleaesthetics]

Here is a (non-exhaustive) list of free resources for different sign languages:

American Sign Language (ASL)

Australian Sign Language (Auslan)

Australian Indigenous Sign Languages

Black American Sign Language (BASL)

Brazilian Sign Language (LSB)

British Sign Language (BSL)

Chinese Sign Language (CSL)

Emirati Sign Language (ESL)

French Sign Language (LSF)

Italian Sign Language (LIS)

Indian Sign Language (ISL)

International Sign Language (IS)

Irish Sign Language (ISL)

Japanese Sign Language (JSL)

New Zealand Sign Language (NZSL)

Mexican Sign Language (LSM)

Plains Indian Sign Language (PISL)

Polish Sign Language (PJM)

Ukrainian Sign Language (USL)

Yolŋu Sign Language (YSL)

Please feel free to add on if you know of others, be it more resource for one of the sign languages above, or resources for learning any of the other 300 plus sign languages.

Edit: I updated the ASL reference to Bill Vicars, but reminder that these are just things I found around, please find Deaf teachers wherever possible! And for ASL, lifeprint.com is another wonderful resource.

Please also check out Lingvano if you want to learn American Sign Language (ASL), British Sign Language (BSL) or Austrian Sign Language (ÖGS). This app has D/deaf teachers and is designed for people who can only spend 5 to 20 minutes a day on learning and practicing, so it's very handy for those with busy schedules! Only the first few lessons are free though, then it’s around $10 a month.

#sign langauge

[captain-ultimat-doggo]

Learning ASL be like

I don't know what's happening

I don't know what's happening

I accidentally called someone a bitch

I don't know what's happening

I don't know what's happening

I SOMEHOW HELD A CONVERSATION FLAWLESSLY?

I know what's happening

.. nevermind I called someone gay instead of saying that lunch is soon

#ASL #language learning #why are there so many similar signs #please help i cant speak for three days and i only kind of know whats happening #sign langauge #deaf culture

[ecoamerica]

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[disabled-sysboxes]

[TEXT ID: this system has hearing loss and doesnt know sign language]

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[TEXT ID: this system has hearing loss and doesnt know ASL]

[IMG ID: a dark blue, rectangular box with the hearing loss symbol on the left in a square, with the text 'this system has hearing loss and doesnt know ASL' on the right]

[TEXT ID: this system has hearing loss and doesnt know BSL]

[IMG ID: a dark blue, rectangular box with the hearing loss symbol on the left in a square, with the text 'this system has hearing loss and doesnt know BSL' on the right]

[TEXT ID: this system has hearing loss and doesnt know Auslan]

[IMG ID: a dark blue, rectangular box with the hearing loss symbol on the left in a square, with the text 'this system has hearing loss and doesnt know Auslan' on the right]

– ASL - American Sign Language BSL - British Sign Language Auslan - Australian Sign Language

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#owner 🪐🫀 #disability userbox #system userbox #sysbox #disabled system userbox #actually DID #endos dni #hearing loss #sign langauge #cw bright colours #tw bright colours #bright colours #cw eyestrain #tw eyestrain #cw bright white #tw bright white

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 33/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Theodore Nott/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Pomona Sprout, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Is it really Dumbledore bashing when it's fact?, Draco Malfoy thinks this story is about him, Slytherin Harry Potter, Abusive Dursley Family (Harry Potter), Past Child Abuse, No beta we die like regulus, Or Do We???, Sassy Pomona Sprout, Sentient Hogwarts, A Rather Bloodthirsty Merrow, magical Plants You Wish You Had, The House of Nott Server's Nottvember 2021 Summary:

Ten years at the mercy of the Dursleys takes its toll on Harry Potter and his magic. In a suspiciously quiet compartment on the Hogwarts Express, two boys make their first ever friend. Theo Nott's careful plans and neatly stacked books are upended when his mother's untimely gift sets him in pursuit of answers.

#harry potter #fanfiction #ao3 #theo/harry #flint/wood #slytherin! Harry #Harry is a little shit #chaos gremlin #Hadrian's rather blood thirsty Merrow #Hadrian's merpeople obsession #sign langauge #Harry is mute #family magic #sentient Hogwarts #Clothhilde the Farivald’s Lilifern #Harry has a disability #Harry crabbe and goyle need help learning #Cassie the Ravenclaw muggleborn #last read 33 #needs updates

[xx-alice-in-wonderland-xx]

instead of doing maths me and my mate were practicing sign language lol xx

#Sign langauge #Death #practice #easy #maths #I don’t like maths #Alphabet #why #lol #if anyone knows sign langauge let me know!!

[thelovereader]

Your Venus sign & your love language

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Capricorn 🕊

You’re a grounded and sincere lover, consistent and committed in the pursuit of love. You may take some time to fully envelope yourself in your lovers embrace, and to trust them but when you do you’re in it for the long haul. Love takes time for you and you’ll never stop working away at your relationships, knowing that anything you commit to will prove successful and abundant. You treat love like it’s hard work that’s worth doing. This is the kind of love of high school sweethearts who endure the long stretch of romance well into their older years. Or the kind who marries later in life knowing that all good things are worth waiting for. Likewise you can be a paternal lover, someone who sees the value of fostering your relationships with a fatherly approach. Keeping a steady and firm grip of any unsettling issues that may arise. You may even seek a lover of higher status than yourself or someone in the public eye as Capricorn is ruled by the 10th house of the public.

love language ~

Gift giving | Your love language is the art of gift giving. Whether that be the gift of time, an experience or something of significant material value. You see that your love should be cemented with something of financial or fiscal merit. You may also enjoy the transactional nature of love and a lover who can relish the practicalities and ambition of your showing of love. Think, a lavish birthday or anniversary gift of a trip to Paris where no expense is spared and where you can experience your love in a tangible real way.

Taurus 🕊

You’re a lover of the five senses. Here your Venus sign is in is home place, Taurus being ruled by the goddess planet Venus itself. Love for you is all about indulging the senses and feeling the sensation of love. Taste, touch, smell, sound and sight are all essential in your romantic and pleasurable pursuits. It’s a slow burn for you and you would love to enjoy every last hedonistic drop of your courtship with your lover. Earthy and secure, you’ll take your time to get really comfortable with them. Comfort is actually key as you’ll need someone you can build a grounded nest with. You want a relationship that builds over time, and being a fixed earth sign you wont want to move once you’re materially secure. This is the kind of romance between two lovers wrapped up in comfortable silk sheets letting the day wile away, or you both lying lazily in the garden sunshine wrapped up in each other’s arms. You may see the value in security above all else.

love language ~

Physical touch | Being so cued into sensation you’ll love long drawn out kisses that dance on the tongue, lingering strokes up and down the back. Love to you should be expressed by always holding hands and tousling your lovers hair. Everything should be felt in perfect harmony with one another. You may also love indulging, whether that be with a sweet luxurious dessert that you both devour over the same fork or a warm comforting movie tangled up on the love seat.

Virgo 🕊

Youre a gentle and a pure lover. After all Virgo is the sign of purity, and service. Love for you is an act of giving to your lover. You know that no amount of material gain or physical affection could ever be compared to the sincere act of looking after someone with genuine concern. Love for you is medicinal in it’s approach, taken every day like a shot of healthy wheatgrass juice. You care in the practical and genuine ways that are necessary. Romance is a routine for you that should be followed with perfect precision. You enjoy all the hallmarks in taking the proper steps to love. This is the kind of love of two practical partners who would get up at the crack of dawn on a cold winters morning to put an extra blanket over the other in bed. Or the love of two analytical thinkers who can succinctly put together an ikea wardrobe in twenty minutes. You care in ways that are simple and ritualistic but essential and romantic in their wholesomeness.

love language ~

Acts of service | There is simply no other way to love for you than by a simple act of service to your lover. You see your time is best spent by paying attention to the virtues of the day to day with your partner. Picking up shopping together, cleaning your apartment or cooking a healthy meal. You may like to work out or go for a brisk hike outside. Healthy rituals will be baked into your romance like a warm apple pie. You’ll love to see your love play out in little acts of genuine care and concern.

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#love astrology #venus signs #earth signs #relationship astrology #the love reader #virgo venus #capricorn venus #taurus venus #love langauges #love language #acts of service #gift giving #physical touch #astrology

[thechekhov]

Is there any reason sign language wouldn't work as a universal language? Like I can understand so many different types of sign language as you've talked about before but if it's something as simple as asking about food or directions, something just in the sense of travelling places and getting around, I would think that that could be manageable to teach people.

I've had a couple of people send me thoughts along these lines, and I wanna address it - because I understand the line of thinking and where you're coming from!

But I want to point out that the original question wasn't 'could something work as a universal language or not' - pretty much any language, in THEORY, could work as a universal language! Sign languages included!

So yes, if we decide to make, say, Japanese Sign Language the lingua franca of the world, COULD everyone learn it?

With limitless resources and a lot of effort, sure!

But the original inquiry (if I understood it correctly) was never about whether or not something COULD be a universal auxiliary language.

It was about which language, if any, would be the BEST one for it - the 'most practical', the one with the 'easiest' or 'most common' grammar, etc.

And the answer, unfortunately, remains largely the same.

Signed languages are... languages! And they're diverse and grammatically distinct, so the problems don't go away. There is no single sign language that is more 'standard' than any of the others!

The modality is different, so perhaps you're thinking about whether the difficulty hurdle would be more average for any non-signing people attempting to learn it. And perhaps it may facilitate a more equal ground for those people, sure. But what about people who speak a completely grammatically different signed language?

And that still wouldn't really fix any of the aforementioned issues. Sign languages also have grammar and syntax, and fingerspelling, and all those things will inevitably favor one group of language learners over another! It's a different gradient circle, but it's still a gradient circle with no middle.

So to make it clear:

Could a signed language work as a universal language?

Sure! Any given language could.

Would a signed language be inherently more 'universal' than a spoken language?

No.

You mentioned that you believe it might be more manageable to teach people, but learning a signed language is just as complicated and frustrating as learning any given spoken language. :) And even if we made one for 'universal' use, it would inevitably fall into the same folly as Esperanto and the rest of them did. The only thing that changes is modality. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#linguistics #langauge #sign language #lingua franca

[delibratelydaydreaming-astr0]

My libra friend is passionate about love languages (how fitting), so I asked them what they believed mine to be.

With their expertise, I was told that the love language I give out is words of affirmation. They supported that with admitting I’m consistently giving out great advice and have the right words to say to make people feel good.

My astrological brain connects this to the fact that I have a third house (communication) venus (the way you show love). It only makes sense that I express love through my words.

#third house #3rd house #venus in the 3rd house #love language #love langauges #astro love #astrology love #love astrology #libra sign #libra astrology #astrology #astro observations #astrology facts #astro #zodiacsigns #astrology observations #zodiac #astro facts #astro community #astrology community #birth chart #astro notes #astrology notes

[creaturefeaster]

Wait you know Sign language? Thats cool?!

Yeah I took ASL classes like uh. god 14 years ago at this point. I can't use two handed very much anymore though bc of carpal tunnel u_u.

#I think sign langauge as a language is cool #but knowing it isn't rly that cool imo i think most ppl should know basic sl in their language #it's useful and only fair to those who can't hear or speak #i only know basic asl and I've rarely ever had to use it. but it's still useful #I'm kind of a language glutton tho. i cant stop myself from researching and learning new languages

[its-ticsticstics]

i've always gone to ojibwe drumming circles and ojibwe language classes but i've never learnt Otickwàgamìmowin even tho im algonquin and i really want to learn it man

#i mean its all apart of the anishinaabemowin langauge group but still so different at the same time #but the street signs are ojibwe here so it makes more sense to keep practicing ojibwe ugh idk

[heretherebedork]

MORE THAI SIGN LANGUAGE?!

This is amazing.

#ghost host ghost house #thai bl #thai bl drama #thai drama #thai series #thai sign language #please give me more #sgjkdlshgfh SIGN LANGAUGE LESSONS

[desafia]

no one: me when i write: brows,  eyebrows,  knitted brows,  tethering,  crease between brows,  eyebrows,  furrow,  brows lifting,  brows pull together,  e y e b r o w s

#why am i like this #OOC: ❝ it’s just tumblr rp，carol. ❞ #to be fair #mags's face is very expressive and with a muse that isn't always verbal #u gotta rely on expressions #also signing is an expressive langauge #bUT I FEEL SO OVERLY AWARE OF HOW MUCH I USE EYEBROW EXPRESSIONS

[words-of-a-worrier]

Some peoples love language is asking questions about things they know the person is interested in. Have you ever experienced the pure joy that comes from someone asking about something you’ve been wanting to share all day? It’s a, “hey, I see you and your interests,” and a, “you’re important to me so I pay attention to your words,” and a, “I like hearing you talk about what you are interested in.” It’s the most reassuring feeling in the world, to have someone show that they do pay attention and do like to hear you talk. It’s a green flag. If all other signs of affection go over my head, that one will not, because I notice it every single time.

Ask people about their hobbies and interests. Show them you listen. Show them you care. Someone is waiting for that, so be the person to give lend them an ear because who knows? It might be the first time in a while someone’s done that for them.

#love language #love langauges #because so many people have just dismissed my interests when I see sharing them as a sign of affection #and I also see learning about someone else’s interests as a sign of my love #idk if that makes sense #self diagnosed autism #self diagnosed adhd

[tastytoastz]

So 2b2t is know for their explosion so it would make sense there was a large deaf or hard of hearing comunity on 2b2t. Which would probaly mean that sign langauge would be pretty common. But consider since 2b2t has people from all over the world so would the sign language on 2b2t be a smelting pot of several sign languages from different countries (and there is a lack of finding offical books for learning sign language) . But in 2b2t that is so with so much violence and war it feels like some signs would get very simplified and in a way that they could be signed quickly. Words like "tnt", "enemy", "griefing","loot", "danger" etc so those words would get changed so you can sign them really really fast.

So Fit grows up on 2b2t, becomes hard of hearing from all the explosions and learn their version of sign language that he thinks is official american sign cuz he knows nothing else and just assumes/no one corrects him. And then goes to the island and the eggs speak with sign language and the egg notices how he signs are a mix of several languages and some words they don't even recognize, and from them is how he learns 2b2t sign language is like a mix. He gets good at understanding the eggs sign language so they don't have to write, and they starts learning his "dialect" and since Ramon is with him so much he starts adapting certain 2b2t words and ways of signing them.

But consider like Ramon signing the American version of "tnt" when him and Fit are working on the tnt cannon, but during the election when they get to the party trap Ramon starts signing the 2b2t version of tnt cuz its faster, and because in Ramons mind ASL for "tnt" is not so bad, but 2b2t sign for "tnt" means deadly amount.

(Also I like the idea of Tallulah and Fit matching their hearing aids)

#Tnt in ASL *calm* #TnT in 2b2t sign *panic* #qsmp ramon #fitmc #qsmp fitmc #headcannons #qsmp

[blackkewpie]

my entire family watched the sound of metal but it never clicked for them that the cochlear implant scene is legitimately what those babies hear in those 'deaf babies hear their mother's voice for the first time' videos and i really want to know what its like to live in that world

#abelism tw #why would u support those when baby sign langauge is right there #baby is in the name come on

[ratcash-wasgud]

A gentle breeze could be our end ༊*·˚

Okay, so I had a vision about this very specific idea for a fic, which is...what if you took the role of Kinuyo? Hear me out, plsplspls.

(i altered a lot of canon things, sorry sorry. (i'm also sorry if anyone has done this before))

WC: 4K

TW: Abuse, Sexual harassement, Pedophelia and Prostitution. Basically kinda fucked up, sorry.

You always felt like a burden to the world. Even in the womb, you hurt your mother. She died the moment you left her body, maybe even halfway, taking a great thing from the world, and giving it something useless with your own birth.

You didn't cry out when you saw the light, your little mouth opened, but no sound came out. The world was quiet.

As you grew up, you never managed get grow into anything you wanted to, and your father hated you for it. You never heard him say a word, but you knew he said hateful things. You tried to learn to read in secret, but only managed to barely get through one book after years. Learning was hard. Living was hard too.

You were 10 when he first hit you. It happened because you accidently dropped a cup, shattering it on the ground. You felt his footsteps approaching behind you, then when you felt his presence right behind you, he striked. He noticed how you survived, and you only gained a bruise from it.Plus, you couldn't yell for help, nor tell anyone. This gave him confidence. He started hitting you for every little mistake, sometimes even just for being born. You could see him feeling bad about it sometimes, but he still did it again. It just made you believe it even more that this is all your own fault. For being born wrong.

And you were 15 when he started missing your mother too much. He touched you, he made you touch him, and he forced you to open up and show him everything he wanted. You hated it. You hated your own body for exsisting, and giving him this option of using you. For having a body that could please men. Please...him.

One day though, he got caught. A neighbour, bringing over some leftovers caught him, standing bare before you, your tears dripping to the floor, as he hold your nose shut, so that you'd eventually open your mouth for him. But he got caught. It was over.

He had to get rid of you, so he sold you. But even after he left your life, he still wanted you to have a rotting future. He picked the brothel where he knew the man were disgusting. The most deprived kind. He sold you to Madame Kaji's brothel. By that point, your body was weak, and even walking was something you hated doing. You just wanted to lay down, and wait for your body to disappear.

But she was something warm. Something beautiful. Madame Kaji took you in, and smiled at you. She taught you everything you yearned for to know. She taught you to properly read and even write. She taught you manners and how to hide your fear. How to survive, even if you're weak. And she never hurt you in the process. She taught you sign langauge, and in the process, you learned to even read lips a little. She taught you a sign, which, in your head, you named "Love". It consisted of her gently kissing her fingers, then putting her hands around herself. Like a hug and a kiss in one. Love.

As you got better in writing, you wrote down everything that happened to you so far to her. Sometimes you teared up while writing, but she was always there, gently soothing you, and caressing your hair. She promised you that no man would ever touch you again, and she'll give you hapiness. You slept in her room, never leaving her side when it wasn't really necessary. She kept you safe. You were happy. She became your world. You wanted to be by her side, forever.

Living in a brothel made you more concious about people's sexual life, and every time you saw a man's face contort in pleasure, a shiver ran down your spine, prickling at your intestines, feeling your insides recoil in fear and disgust. You wanted to run away, and just jump back into Madame Kaji's embrace, but you had to be strong, like she wanted you to be. You never had to sleep with a man, but sometimes you went out to serve drinks, having to see the girls, who you admired greatly and saw as big sisters, having to engage in acts that would've have made you have a breakdown. Still, you stayed useless.

You wanted to be useful, you really did, but she never let you do much. You were too precious, she claimed. You really did love Madame Kaji, but you felt like a burden. No...you knew you were a burden.

One day, you managed to somehow convince her to let you serve drinks on a busy day. You nuzzled your face into her palm, gently kissing it before you picked up a tray and hurried into the customer area. You saw a man, middle aged, balding, the usual kind of man she sees there, sitting alone at a table. You sat down at the table, giving him a small, weak smile, and poured him sake. You put your finger on your lips, signaling that he shouldn't expect words from you.

The man smiled, sipping the sake. He stared at you, and kept...he kept staring. It started to feel really uncomfortable. His eyes started to burn through your clothes, and you suddenly felt his hand on your knee...slowly creeping up. You felt like throwing up.

Suddenly, Madame Kaji appeared next to you, her hand slipping his off you.

"Boss Hamata," Madame Kaji greets the man, as you sit there, not hearing a word. She signals you to leave, so you do. "She's not up for business." She says to Hamata, wearing a polite smile.

"Oh, is she now?" The man says with a cruel smile. "She's be a great addition to my home." He says, mostly to himself, as he stands up.

"You don't want another girl? Your usual is free at the moment." Kaji says after him.

"No," The man says again. "I lost my apetite." He then casually leaves.

The next day was your doom. The same man you remembered from last night returned with an army, and tore you out of Madame Kaji's hands.

Hamata was the devil himself. He took you because you were weak and couldn't fight back. He took you as his bride the same day, and left you covered in bruises the same night. He squeezed your throat, kneeled on your wrists, hit your skin, and forced his way in. He loved it, but you felt yourself slowly die inside day by day.

The worst thing? He was the same as your father. He had the same disgusting glint in his eyes, he licked his lips the same way, and he...he...tasted the same too. You tried jumping off the balcony, he punished you after. You tried stabbing yourself, he punished you after. You tried to poison yourself, he punished you after. You yearned for death by that point.

You spent most of your free time, when you could move, on the balcony, watching the brothel's door...hoping to catch a glimpse of Madame Kaji. Even seeing her form would give you comfrort...but you never did. You missed her more than anything. More than your own freedom.

One night, you were trying to sleep with the pain that he left behind that day, sorrounded by guards, to make sure you're not trying to kill yourself again, until...the guards fell, one by one...and a samurai walked out of the darkness.

Mizu looked at you, the weak, deaf and mute girl she was set out to kill that night. She was determined. She needed those informations that Madame Kaji offered as payment. She had killed a lot of inocent things before, what's one more?

But when she saw your face...covered in bruises, shaking and tearing up, she felt something change inside her. You crawled away from her, backing up until your back hit the wall. She stepped closer to you, not liking the fear in your eyes. She couldn't help but see your beauty, even if it shouldn't matter right now. She extended a hand to you, but you didn't take it.

Obviously. You were afraid of her too. In your eyes, she was a man. A threat.

So, she did the sign Madame Kaji told her to. "Love." She saw your eyes soften, and your features almost brighten up. She offered her hand again, and this time, you took it. She heard more guards coming, so as you took her hand, she started running and pulled you with her. She hid with you, and held you close, gently soothing your hair. She felt you shaking in her arms, and she...she felt something snap inside her. She put her hands around your head, to quickly snap your neck...but she couldn't. Her hands wouldn't move. So, she stood up, leaving you in the hiding place, and started casually walking out.

She knows if the fact that she was here gets out, Hamata sends out his Thousand Claws to burn down Madame Kaji's brothel...so she needed to act now. She decided to face the army now.

As she walked out, and the Claws started charging at her after exiting the first door, she fought back with all her might. She slowly got tired. Her body was about to give out after slashing down hundreds of men, but something flashed in her mind.

She saw Mikio's face. Their duel. The face he made when he betrayed her. And she couldn't help but see your face too. She knows the world betrayed you too. She imagined you getting betrayed in the same way she did, and imagined you crying along with her. She saw you get killed by the men she is currently slaying down.

She couldn't give up. She finished the whole army, and went back to get you, wounded and exhausted. When you saw her, covered in blood, your eyes widened in fear.

You got scared of her again. She sighed "Love" again, but this time, you shook your head, and curled up in your hiding place. Mizu sighed, and kneeled by you.

She then started to write on the floor, using the blood on her. "I'll protect you." She said it as she wrote it, trying to convince you to communicate too.

You read the text, and looked at her, your eyes still so scared and vulnerable, it made Mizu's heart squeeze. She didn't know you, she reminded herself. Still...she meant when she said she's protect you.

Your hand shook as she reached out, dipping your finger in a small pool of blood that dripped down from her clothes. "Protect the Madam." You wrote.

Mizu sighed. Why did you care about Kaji right now? You're obviously scared for your own life too, so why not care about saving yourself?

"She'll be safe." She writes back. "I killed the ones who could hurt her." She finishes. It's true, she did kill everyone...but left Hamata to be slayed by Kaji herself.

Then you looked up at her again, and stood up. You followed her outside, leaving that blood ridden house.

When she brought you back to Madam Kaji, you jumped into her arms.

"They won't come looking for her." Mizu says, switching back to deadpan, as she nudged her head towards the wounded Hamata at the exit of his house.

Madama Kaji nodded while gently while gently caressing your hair.

"Still...she can't stay here. In a place like this...they will want to take her again." She sighed. Mizu's eyes widened. "I couldn't protect her once...I'd rather perish than see her be taken again."

"You want me to take her with me? She'll die by my side." Mizu responds, shaking her head.

"You're the reason she's alive. You didn't give her the freedom of death, you gave her the freedom of life. You didn't do what I asked you to...so I ask you to keep her safe."

Mizu, biting the inside of her cheek, kept quiet for a couple moments, thinking about it.

"I'll find her a new home." She says, sighing. "I'll keep her safe until then." She says, now looking down at you.

Considering now that she was alone, since they took Akemi back to her home, and Ringo left her after she did nothing about it, still...she couldn't enjoy being alone. She now had you.

You cried when Madame Kaji told you that you had to leave. You kissed her hand repeatedly, like how you always did when you nuzzled into her palm, and clinged to her clothes. After you let go, Madame Kaji signed "Love", and with one simple tear, she bid goodbye.

Later that night, after walking the whole day, Mizu set up a small campfire in the woods for the night. You sat there, not even trying to communicate, just staring at the fire. Mizu felt confilcted. She didn't know you, she reminded herself again, but deep inside she already got herself attached. She lightly poked your shoulder, making sure not to make too much contact and to scare you.

You turned to face her, your big eyes shining at her, and your features shining in the light of the camfire. Still...you had circles under your eyes, bruises on your neck, your lips wounded from you...or someone else...biting on them too much.

"I saw you reading lips." Mizu says, making sure to articulate every word properly. "I didn't know you could do that."

You tilt your head at her, then purse your lips. You pick up a stick from the ground and start writing in the dirt. Your hands move softly, gently even, as if the stick was breathing in your hand. You focused your eyes on the thing your were writing, and your gaze followed your hand. Your hair fell into your face a little, framing your features.

"Madame helped." You write, then turn your face back to Mizu, to read her lips if she responds.

"...kind of her." She murmurs, making you unable to read it. She wanted to talk to you, but somehow...it was hard. Not for the fact that you were deaf or mute, but the fact that she somehow...felt nervous. As if she made the wrong move, you'd shatter where you stand. You seemed so delicate, and Mizu knew her blood stained fingers and harsh words would only cause you harm. She really didn't want herself to be the one to look after you. Plus, she knew you were deadly afraid of men, and you saw her as one. Suddenly, she felt this strong urge to reveal herself. To make you feel safe. Or maybe because of other, more selfish reasons...to make you feel more comfortable around her. To make you open up.

"Don't be afraid." She says, now articulating enough for you to read. "I'm no man." She says, putting a hand on her chest. Your eyes widened in surprise, and wrote "Boy?" in the dirt.

Mizu shook her head. "Woman." She says, correcting you. You looked at her, utterly confused. Mizu slowly lowered her haori, revealing her binded chest. "Woman." She repeated.

Your gaze softened. You finally understood. A small smile pulled at the ends of your lips and nodded. You moved your hand again, writing again. "Fooled me." You then look at her, your smile reaching your shining eyes. Mizu chuckles in response.

"A habit of mine, yes. I do it most people." She leans back on her hands, now feeling more relaxed. She looked at your face again, and...she felt mesmerized. She felt horrible when the thought that she understood why Hamata wanted you popped up in her head.

You then start writing again, and Mizu's gaze snaps back to your hands again. "Thank you." You then give her a weak smile. "I'm not like you. I am not strong. I will die easier." You stopped for a moment before continuing. "So thank you for not letting me die."

Mizu's eyes widen. If she thinks about it, it's true, but the fact that you're talking so openly about it bothers her. "You won't die easily. You're strong too. I mean...you're still alive. That has to mean something." She says, squinting her eyes at the fire.

Mizu sees your shoulders move a little, as if you're giggling, but no sound comes out. She does imagine what your giggle would be like though. She imagines it to be soft and gentle, since that's the only way she ever seen you do anything. "True. But I wish I wasn't born wrong." You write.

Mizu presses her lips together and looks at you with pity. She doesn't know why she feels pity, she herself was born wrong too. She's a halfblood, someone who has always been a dog. Something rather than someone. "Sometimes the world is not fair." She shrugs. "But you need to make the most of your situation. You're lucky in a lot of ways."

Your eyebrows lifted, and you tilted your head, as if saying "Like what?" Mizu noticed that you were able to communicate a lot with your eyes and the way you moved your head.

"Well, for starters...you're beautiful." She said, not managing to keep her gaze on you. That was a stupid thing to say, huh? Why would she even say that? She met you the other day, saving you from some sadistic bastard, and having to take you in afterwards...she's not being appropriate.

But when she turned her gaze back to you, she saw you with your eyes wide and your cheeks flush. Oh. Did she do that?

The days go by, and wherever she goes, Mizu's first thing to do, is ask around for a new home for you. She doesn't want to bring you along to this wretched journey of hers any more than needed. You already had to see her kill a group of people the other day, and it left you pale and scared. She remembers how you looked with a drop of blood splattered across your face, and how you wiped it away with a shaky hand. She never wants to see it again.

While traveling together, Mizu learned how precious you are. She knows your past, and she sees you flinch when a man passes by you, but still you want to do anything you can for her. Even if it's small things like running the errand of buying food, running after her hat that fell off her head then got kidnapped by the wind, and sitting by yourself at a river for hours, trying to scrub the blood out of her clothes, even if it makes you shiver. Your delicate hands started to have small callouses from living out in the open with her, but your bruises faded away. Good, she though. You don't deserve to have any, so she'll never have you gain another one again.

Hm. She was planning more and more ahead. Why? Wasn't she planning to find you a home that's not beside her? She knew you couldn't be happy by her side, it wasn't the life you deserved. You deserved to find an angel of a husband, who's strong enough to protect you, coddle you daily, and never let you do any work. Who'll kiss you whenever he sees any sign of gloominess on your features, and someone who'll make you believe you're not born wrong.

And she knows you'd be the sweetest wife too. You'd put your delicate hands on his aching muscles after a hard day, massaging away the pain, then gently kiss the tip of his nose. You'd snuggle into him after feeding him something delicous for dinner, and trace the words you want to say into her skin with your fingers. Mizu would hum in response, just gently playing with your hair, letting the peace take over as she'd put her hand under your chin, making you look at her face when she'd say something, so you could read her lips. She'd never tell you about the blood she had to shed that day, only the good things. Like when she saw a small bird, and it reminded her of you, or when she managed to buy a kind of sweet you liked on her way back. She'd feed you that candy by hand too. She'd watch your pouty lips open as she'd place the sweet treat in your warm and wet--!

When did this turn into being about her? Something like that could never happen. She's a woman with a quest, not some domestic husband. Still...she wants it to be like that. She'd treat you well if she had the chance...But she doesn't. She lacks everything for that. She can't abandon her quest.

So, one day she finds an inn. The inn keeper tells her about recently losing his daughter, who was his only staff. He even sheds a tear. Mizu tells him about the girl she's traveling with.

"She's deaf, she's mute...but she's a hard worker. She can read lips, and writes well." She tells the inn keeper with a serious face. "I'm sure she won't even ask for payment if you take care of her." She says, but inside, she doesn't want to do this. She wants you to stay by her side, but...that's a wretched path. You need this. You need a peaceful life.

The inn keeper seems to be deep in though for a couple of moments before he nods. It's settled. After two months of torture, being in her care, she finally found you annew home. It's good news, right? So why...why does she feel like slashing the inn keeper's throat just for agreeing? Why does she feel the need to burn the whole inn down and running with you, hand in hand? She hates this. This dumb, annoying aching in her chest when she thinks about not staying by your side.

Your eyebrows shoot up when she breaks the news to you, and she sees you freeze. She sees the gears basically turning in your head, then...you shake your head and take a step closer to her. You point to her, then to herself, finishig the sigh by putting her hands together.

Mizu's heart skips a beat. "No, look...I can't let you stay with me. This guy, the inn keeper...he seems like a nice guy. He just lost his daughter, and he's willing to take care of you."

You shake your head again, and sign "Love". Mizu sighs. She wants to say "I love you too." but that's not how it works.

"I have a quest to finish, and you'll surely die in the process. You know that. So just...be happy about this." She says, averting her gaze. Your eyes droop, and your shoulders deflate. You shake your head again and hug her, wrapping your arms around her torso.

She hated the fact that she had to leave you, with a man no less, but she hoped she's making the right decision. She really wanted you to be happy. And if she wanted you to be happy by her side, then she needed to find her own peace first. She had to save ehrself first before she could save you.

In reality though, she knew you saved her.

After the hug ends, she looks into your eyes. "If I survive, I'll come back to you." She says, gently petting your head. Your eyes brighten up and you nod.

That was farewell, because Mizu left withouth another word.

And she meant it...she'll come back. She just wishes you'd wait for her, even if it's the most selfish wish she ever made. She sheds every drop of blood, thankful you're not there to see it. She closed her eyes every night, hoping you're doing the same too under a warm blaket, filled with warm food. And she sat sail, making a silent promise about spending the first night by your side when she arrives back in Japan.

That will be her true peace.

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