#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein

[hunting-songs]

After a hard day at work, Kurapika smiled softly to himself when he found Senritsu. He hesitated for a few seconds, but then finally made up his mind. He wanted to relax for a moment and have fun, trying to put the day he'd had behind, and with her he felt comfortable and felt like he could be himself. Approaching from behind, he leaned slightly, getting closer to her ear with a soft but slightly deep tone and simulating a gentleman's tone "Is this seat taken? Please, tell me, miss, ❛ do you believe in love at first sight or should i walk by again? ❜" Letting out a soft but honest laugh, Kurapika took the seat next to her, winking at her in amusement to make her understand that he was joking. "Sorry, ❛I have had a really bad day and it always makes me feel better to see a pretty woman smile. So would you smile for me?❜" Reaching her hand, he approached to kiss its back, but as soon as his lips made barely perceptible contact with her skin, he smiled and moved away slightly.

The autumnevening made long streaks of warm, deep golden sunlight fall into the small hotelkitchen. It was quiet, the staff had finished their shift for today, the streets outside were yet not screaming with the evening-rush-hour and when Senritsu walked barefoot into the kitchen and took a beercan out of the freezer, her fingers nimbly openign it was the only loud sound she was hearing in the building. When she had finishd her own shift, Senritsu had slipped in the baggy band-t-shirt and shorts she usually wore for sleeping and for a few moments that felt like paradise she sat in that kitchen by the table, with the cool beercan in her small hand, the quietness of the kitchen stroking comfortably around her ears, and the warmth of the sunlight warming her back that made her feel like a lazy cat laying contentedly purring in the sun. For a few moments the woman just sat there quietly and enjoyed it to the fullest. Senritsu looked up from her now halfempty beercan, when she heard Kurapikas footsteps on the corridor coming towards her. She heard the tentativeness in his tiered heartbeat and couldn´t help a worried frown drawing a long line between her big eyes over that. Then she listened as this tentativeness turned into a careful, so careful, playfulness when he eventually approached her by the kitchebtable to start his little game.

Her short fingers tapped a sweet little melody against the top of the beercan, while she listened with a amused shimmer in her dark eyes to Kurapikas smoothly delivered pick-up-lines. The young woman bit her lips to not burst out into laughters, instead she played along with his joke just as smoothly: "Mhmmmmmmm My, how radiant must be my beauty to attract such sweet words from a handsome strangers lips. How could I not smile for this handsome stranger. Trouble never looked so fine, indeed. But to my shame I must say- I do not believe in Love at first sight, in fact I do believe that Love is a decision one has to make." Senritsus melodic voice was nothing but a sweet purr carassing along th mans ears like loving fingers. The Music-Hunter knew what she was doing with her voice, and she knew what she was doing when she slightly leaned forward. Her fingers carefully shoved the beercan away over the table and the hand Kurapika had been holding gently moved around, holding his hand while her thumb stroked as light as a feather along his skin with just enough slight pressure so her nail left a line of a alluring tickling sensation on his skin. The womans dark grey eyes, shimmering like polished silverjewelery in the low sunlight, found his : "And right now, I think I just made a decision, what a sweet coincidence for both of us. After all, as you said you had a bad day so if you’re feeling down, i can feel you up." The Musician lasted exactly half a minute before little chuckles started to break through her melodic humm of a voice and she looked to the side giggling with laughingtears in her big eyes. [ @skarletchains ]

#Kurapika: 'turning up the charm' Senritsu: literally Hold my beer #skarletchains #v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein

[hunting-songs]

Kurapika searched his suitcase, then searched the bathroom, then searched the kitchen. It was a little difficult but he had finally gotten a light blue cloth and a green one. It wasn't ideal, but for the case it was more than enough. Then he approached Senritsu still without saying anything and waved the green cloth in front of her for her to grab, while he held the light blue one in his other hand.

She was sitting on the couch, with her laptop balanced on her lap and her headphones on and the eveninglight warming the back of her neck like a warm caressing. The Nostrade family was hiring for lackeys, so Light Nostrade, more paranoid and leery than ever before, had ordered that whoever was interviewed had to wear a microphone on their chest, not so the hireling would be clearly understandable, but to record them during th interview and use Senritsus ability to analyse the potential new workers motives. It were those recordings of other people heartbeats that she listened to: Bodyguards, Mercenarys, murderers, so called assassins that could however never move as admirale quietly as she had heard Killua walking; a mix of heartbeats now focused in different recordings that through her headphones sounded as intense as if those people were screaming their motives and secrets directly into her ears. The woman had started the work in the morning and by now a heavy throbbing headache had started to beat from the inside of her skull against the side of her head. The heartbeats of Basho- in Neons room with the maids, as ildly annoyed as a babysitter looking after a child-, Linssen- going swiftly over taxes with the speed of a mechanic device that was oddly admirable-, and Kurapika- searching for something, she noticed- were at the edge of her awarness , not important at the moment but also not ignored. When Kurapika eventually approached Senritsu looked up with small smile , rubbing her eyes slowly and as tieredly as if she had aged a hundred years by listening to those liars for so long.

She tilted her head to the side like a confused bird; blinking one time, two times, three times. "....Mhmmmmmm, You know, "; Senritsu hummed in all good humor, and lay down her laptop and the headphones to sit up more straight to reach for the green cloth: "-if you want to irritate the bull, usually you need to use a red cloth not a green one. Not that I am especially fond of bullfights or have anything in common with a bull, but thats usually how its done." [ @skarletchains ]

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #skarletchains

[hunting-songs]

The butter began to sizzle as it melted in the pan. It was soon accompanied by chives and bacon, both cut into small cubes. With a few gentle movements, the melted butter began to surround the other ingredients, while they began to brown. "We, Kurta, have our own language" He blurted out casually while he was cooking. A soft smile appeared on his face at the memory. "In fact, it was only when I was able to go out into the outside world that I learned to speak the universal language well. Until then, I spoke with our native language and was learning this one." He turned with a soft smile to see Senritsu who was sitting on the other side at the kitchen counter.

Once ready, he mixed the chives and bacon with the spaghettis, while making sure that it was well mixed. "There are some words that I have trouble remembering sometimes, however, I try to think in my native language, even if I end up speaking in this, so at least, I don't forget what it was like" Kurapika took two plates, and carefully served the food on them. "I literally do the translation as I speak" Handing one of the plates to Senritsu, he finally approached so they could have dinner together. "When we go to Lukso, I would love to bring as many books as possible from there, if are still readable or salvageable. Then I will to read them in my language"

The spicy scent of the chives hung in the kitchen as delicious as a perfume. Senritsu had originally sat down by the kitchentable listening to music through headphones, but those were already long forgotten laying on the table. Instead, with her chin placed on her hands, she listened to Kurapika- his focused heartbeat, the way is voice changed in tune when he smiled, his words. "That explains the soave accent I am hearing when you say certaine words.", she tilted her head from one side to another light a thoughtful bird: "I had wondered about that."

Senritsu just chukled quietly, smiling to herself. "When we go to Lukso, yes. That sounds like a good idea." 'When' meant that it was planned. 'When' meant that it was planned because he was thinking of the future. 'When' meant that is was planned, because he wanted this future to happen to him. 'When' was a word Senritsu enjoyed hearing from Kurapika.

Kurapika serving the food earned him a little applause from the woman in all good humor. Laughing the woman took one of the plates and sat it down infront of her on the kitchentable, yet she did not started to eat, instead she waited for the man to sit down himself and then, humming gently she asked: "So how do I say ' You are teneramente spoiling me rotten. What did I do right in my life to deserve beeing cooked for by you and how could I ever repay you that leggiadro heartmelody you sing for me', in your mothertounge, mhmmmmmm? " [ @skarletchains ]

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #skarletchains #this is actually very cute

[hunting-songs]

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

THE SHOULDER TOUCH.

The beast-hunter had written to Senritsu in his horrible handwriting that the womans read-aloud-app had always problems to decode, that eighty years ago the owner of the Mansion had held a private concert.

The beast-hunter had written to Senritsu, that the Mansion was located a few hours away from the city, so eighty years ago noone had wondered why they had not seen anyone living in the mansion visiting the city for weeks.

The beast-hunter had written to Senritsu, that only after weeks people had seeked out the mansion only to find the mansion silent and the Hall filled with bodies sitting in the chairs as if hey had died from one second to another.

In his horrible handwriting that made Senritsu smile in a mix of desperation and fondess, the beast-hunter had also written to Senritsu, that in the past eighty years the mansion had been often visited by adventuerers- first by those who would loot the left behind corpses because noone had dared to take them away and years later by Beast-hunter like he was one as the mansion or more accurately the flora and fauna around the mansion had changed. It was this beast-hunters that had left behind a metalladder reaching from ground level to a broken in window on the first floor that as the mansion had on ground level overgrown by thick thorny veins that moved like snakes around the walls and made it impossible to use the doors or climb through the windows on groundlevel. Blue flowers opned along the thick vines like eyes whenever one of them came near them as they climbed the ladder into the room on the first floor. It was in this small room, wrapped in a thick layer of twilight that, she suddenly felt Kurapikas head on her shoulder accompanied by a sudden spark in his heartbeat that stabbed sharp like a needle into her ear. Before the woman could react he shoved her behind himself and Senritsu had to hasty grab for the windowsill to not fall backwards out of it. Blinking in confusion the woman looked around- over the dusty walls dressed in what ahd once been expensive wallpaper, over the caopy-bed at one side of the room that had been stripped off evry coth like one would ripflesh off bones, and eventually her eyes landed on the figure sitting still by the vanity with their back to them.

"Oh, its alright, Kurapika." If she wouldn´t had been so suprised, the woman would have laughed but right now all she could bring herself to do was chuckle: " This one can't hurt anyone anymore."

At some point in the last eighty years some adventuerers looking for treasure had come to the mansion and while the woman knew that they very likely had not returned safely, one of them had lay respectfully a blanket over the skeleton by the vanity . The woman felt a spark of thankfulness towards this unknown adventuerer, even if the blanket did not covered the skelton completly and the long, as thin as needles bones that once had been fingers still reached out from beneath the blanket and had digged brutally in the wood of the vanity-table as if the massive wood had been butter before the person that was now the skeleton had died in this position eighty years ago. Senrits looked at the skeleton only for a second and- (-thought about the melody) (-thought about that one second before everything happned ,in which every single hair rose and all her muscles tensed as if she was an animal reacting instinctively to a danger she could not yet understand. Could never understand.) (-thought about the second following, about breaking bones, about flesh ripping appart, about vitals beeing torn like paper,about a throat that was for that one moment nolonger in the right shape to scream, and about everything moving back together wrongly.) -turned her face away with a tiered sigh.

Senritsu had suggested to the Beast-Hunter that what had caused the catastrophe eighty years ago and had changed the plants and animals in the area around the mansion, had been because the Sonata of Darkness had been played on the concert and seeing- (ripped appart flesh) (vitals moved and disorted) (Bones shatterd and mended back together wrongly in a new form) - what had happned to someone who had been in that moment in a room above the Hall and had only heard the melody through walls and closed doors, was enough to proof that her theory was true. It did not changed the fact that Senritsu thought that her beeing at this place would at best give her a lead, for if the Sonata had been played not from the memory but from a sheet, it had by now taken away by one of the adventuerers that had seeked out the mansion, who had somehow managed to leave this place. The open window sended a breeze through the room, making the edge of the cloth over the skleton gently rustle as if the skeleton was breathing. At the edge of her mind the woman wondered, if she would not have been found alive and if there would have been too adventuerers seeking out the place were her and Asks bodies would have been, if one kind adventuerer would have covered up too the mass of twisted bones and flesh that would have been left of her. As soon as the thought had crossed her mind the woman silenced it, pushing it away in the dark corner of her mind where the echo of the Sonata as any other song she had ever heard lay in her memory like a dirty secret she did not dared to think about. She smelled apples, a sweet scent that stroked around her nose almost teasingly. "Thank you for your care, though.", Senritsu hummed and took Kurapikas hand from her shoulder, squeezing it thankfully in her small hand, before letting it go and stepping out from behind him. The afternoonsun falling through the now opned window in their back drew figures of gold on the dusty floor and turned her shadow coleblack. She tilted her head to the side and carefully listened into the stillness of the ruin- the wind came in through broken windows and the way it stroked over old walls, abondoned corridors and rotten furniture made it easy for Senritsu to figure out what awaited her down the corridors on the way down to the hall where the concert had been played for a audience eighty years ago. She heard old wallpaper move in the breeze, rotten wood of furniture creak like an old mans bones, dust moving through rooms and corridors that had for decades only been visited by the wind. And she heard something moving. "Are you sure, you still want to come along? If you barricade the door behind me, you would be safe here if you want to wait for me." With a short finger the Musician pointed to the bedframe and then to the locked door, showing how easy it would be to move the bed before the thick door to keep it safely closed. There was no disappointment or ill- will in the young womans voice; it was a honest, open-minded and oddly calm question that sounded more as if she was asking which kind of icecream the younger would want for a dessert: "I will make sure to finish this prestissimo and don´t let you wait, I promise." [ @skarletchains ]

#skarletchains #V: Es saß ein klein wild Vöglein #tw: body horror #tw: violence

[hunting-songs]

The day before the weather was a bit moody. A strong wind had enveloped the entire city, causing the open windows to bang heavily, the treetops to shake as if they were made of paper, the hats of the people on the street flew off as if they had a life of their own. That day they had gone out for a short walk, after the wind had calmed down, however, the aftermath could still be seen in the street. Upon arriving at the park, a lot of petals, flowers and seeds had been torn from their plants and trees. Kurapika squatted on the grass and picked up several viola petals still on their small stem before approaching Senritsu from behind. "Excuse me" 🌼 Carefully, he took a couple of strands of red hair and began to gently braid it, adding a few petals from time to time. He remembered how he would make little braids in his mother's hair. He remembered how he decorated the hair of the girl he liked with flowers. They both seemed very happy when he did that, and suddenly, he wondered if Senritsu would like it too. By the time he was finished, her red hair had been decorated with a few thin braids with viola flowers at its length.

Send 🌼 to put a flower in my muse's hair! Specify what kind of flower! When Senritsu had been a child, she would lay awake between her two older sisters in the bed they used to share until they grew too tall and used to stare wide awake against the dark ceiling of her Mothers vardo while outside a storm would scream and yell like an angry beast. She never could sleep in those nights. She never could sleep in those nights because she was warm and save, while the world outside was raging. She could never sleep in those nights; because she had been in awe; because she had been mesmerized; because she had loved the feeling of the storm outside and small little her witnissing it. Accordingly Senritsu couldn´t wait to go outside and she would have ran outside in the middle of the storm- laughing, listening to the howling of the wind up close without disturbing walls blocking it and feeling the rain clash cold against her face- it she would not have still work to do. Still she was as giddy as a child when she eventually could get out and listen to the sadly slowed down song of the storm and smell the beautiful scent that the harsh rain had left behind. The air was cold and damp, even more so in the park, but it felt good to finally be outside and move after she had been so restless inside.

With the wind still not gone, Senritsu almost did not heard Kurapika approaching,but she did heard his heartbeat change. What before had been a attentive melody, almost alerted and tensed like a bowstring ready to shoot, had calmed down in stark contrast to the last echos of the storm. His fingers moved nimbly through her hair and she just listened attentive with the last rests of the storm suddenly very far away and unimportant. She heard that Kurapika was remembering something. Remembering something that made him happy. Something that made him feel content. Something that produced a melody that she had missed to listen to. Senritsu closed her eyes, listening to the song in the others chest like one would listen to their favorite song. The last wisps of the storm stroked through the crushed grass and for a moment, just a moment, she felt about those nights in her Mothers vardo where she lay with her sleeping sisters safe and sound while the wind blew past the safe walls loudly. And when the other stopped his work and stepped back, Senritsu couldn´t help but sigh in disappointment. The muddy ground squelched miserably under the mans weight as he moved. Already Senritsu missed listening to that song in Kurapikas chest. Still she looked over her shoulder, lowering her head gently in a quiet 'thank you'.

"Thank you, Kurapika." , the woman hummed and turned her head from one side to another, listening to the delicate flowerpetals rustle in her hair as sweet and soft as silk. It was the same song she loved so much to listen to during storms when the leafs were rustling in the angry winds or helplessly swirled around frantically like fingers would frantically run over a harphstrings. It made her smile happily. It made her laugh happily. Still laughing in all good humor the woman ran her small hands through her hair, pulled one of the braids carefully- so carefully, so so carefully, as she did not wanted to destroy the others work- and eyed it attentive. Eventually she looked up to the other, winking in all good humor as she very theatralically posed with her hands folded under her chin: "Mhmmmmmmm,Does it look as leggiadro as it makes me feel?"There was already a chuckle dancing behind her words in all good humor- Senritsu knew that aesthetcally her face was far from pretty yet there was also no pain in her chuckle, just honesty. [ @skarletchains ]

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #skarletchains #awww

[hunting-songs]

Less and less was missing. Only a few pairs of scarlet eyes were missing and he could finally have them all. Then he would travel to Lukso and make a tomb for each of them. Kurapika looked at the eyes that were in front of him, how they seemed to be looking back at him, what were they thinking? There were a couple of them that looked more opaque. He sighed, silently, gently running a pair of fingers over the cold glass that contained them. There, in the church's wake room, Kurapika lost count of how many hours he spent there, but there were too many. His gaze was empty, lifeless, even without wearing his contact lenses, his gaze was dull. His heart beat warmly but slowly, so slowly that a doctor would worry. But he had nothing, just a deep emptiness inside him, sadness. He wanted to cry, sometimes he just wanted to cry like a small child would cry when separated from his parents, but the tears didn't come out either. He was kneeling in front of the eyes of his family and friends when he could feel a familiar presence on the other side of the door. "If you're alone you can come in, if not, leave" his voice came out almost like a thread without strength.

The room sounded like a grave. Senritsu was no strangers to graves- the group of traveling people her Mother and father had belonged to had earned and still earned most of their money by selling music-instruments made of human bones to Bodypart-collectors and for that the group often would seek out cemetrys to empty the graves just as normal instrument builders would cut off the branches from a big tree until only the naked trunk was left like a gravestone. The Musician had learned her craft from that group, but after she had left she had never been to a cemetry again-she had no problems using bones for her work after all what made a person a person was already long gone when the flesh had peeled off the bones, but cemetrys were not for those bones but for the living people to visit and she was not cruel enough to disturb those people when they seeked the quietness of their own thoughts by their loved ones graves. But cemetrys could be left for the person in mourning to join the world of the living. And Kurapika had not left that room for a long time. "I am alone.", Senritsu hummed gently; quietly even, as if she was worried Kurapika would flinch away from the sound of another voice. Still the door squeaked much too loud when the woman stepped in and Senritsu herself flinched uncomfortably and she flinched again because every single step towards where Kurapika was sitting seemed to be as loud as a scream. It felt wrong disturbing the silence, it felt wrong beeing in this room with something that felt like the graves of people that she did not knew, it felt wrong for her beeing there with someone who looked to quietly mourne. But Kurapika was there. And she was worried for him. So her hand was warm and gentle when she reached for his shoulder. "It is cold in here." The woman said, knowing that the room had to be kept on a lower temperature to not overburden the mechanics on the eye-containers so they would not fail and the eyes would start to rot. Still, it did not changed the fact that is was indeed cold inside the room. Still, it did not changed the fact that Kurapika had been in this room for a long time. Still it did not changed the fact that she was worried for the other. "You sound tiered, Kurapika. Have you not slept well?" The woman said and knew the answeralready, but her worried voice sounded more as if she was saying: Are you alright? I know you are not alright. Can I help you in some way? Tell me what I can do to help you. Please tell me what you need to make you feel better. [ @skarletchains ]

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #skarletchains #yehyeh why not hit my with angst xxD

[hunting-songs]

PROMPTS FOR NEW INTIMACY

Kurapika was completely distracted, or rather, immersed in the book he was reading. He knew that Senritsu had sat next to him, although he didn't quite know what she was doing. Unconsciously, he rested his left hand on her leg, not in a lustful touch, but rather a few inches above the knee, that soft touch one does to feel the other person there next to them. He barely noticed what he did, he quickly (perhaps, too quickly) removed his hand and looked up from the book, a bit worried that he had bothered Senritsu with that "My apologies Senritsu, I didn't think about it... I have bothered you or do you like it when i do that?" Whatever her response, Kurapika had already occupied his hand in holding the book, to ensure that it would not happen again.

PROMPTS FOR NEW INTIMACY. "....after failing to win the hand of Aloysia Weber, who was now married to the actor and artist Joseph Lange, Mozart's interest shifted to the third daughter of the family, Constanze.The courtship did not go entirely smoothly; surviving correspondence indicates that Mozart and Constanze briefly broke up in April-" The audiobooks readers voice was monotone and calm like soft rain falling down. Senritsu had sat down with Kurapika, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, feeling his calm breathing and heartbeat more than actualyl hearing it. She only registered is hand on her leg at the edge of her awarness, while the audiobook murmured on: "....over an episode involving jealousy (Constanze had permitted another young man to measure her calves in a parlor game)-" The second Kurapika hastily pulled back his hand, however was not possible to ignore because his heartbeat suddenly yelled out in sudden worry and embarrassment that stitched into her ears sharply like needles. "...Mozart also faced a very difficult task getting permission for the marriage from his father, Leopold. The marriage took place in an atmosphere of crisis-"

The woman looked up, her head tilted to the side like a confused bird: "Its okay. I heard that you did not thought about it. I also heard that you meant it caringly." Nimble fingers pulled the earphones out of her ears and reached out gently. A small, warm hand took Kurapikas hand from the back of the book and placed it back on her knee, tapping a soft, calming melody at the back of his hand. Eventually the woman just placed her hand on top of his, squeezing it reassuringly: "No worries, I like listening to you singing such a content song and if you need to touch me to know that I am there, I am not bothered." She turned back to her Mobile-phone, casually using her free hand to put back the earphones in her ears and starting the audibook again like someone reading a book would turn a page: "As long as you do not pat my head, I am okay. If you ever pat my head though, I will probably manipulate my voice into frequencey that will cause you having a panic-attack and you will never find out it was me because the frequences can not be knowingly heard by the human ear, so please take that as a kind warning. I am not a child despite my height." She blinked, one time, two times, three times as a confused frown drew a long line between her big eyes. Her hair rustled like autumnleafs and the woman looked at Kurapika with a rueful smile, her small hand squeezing his gently again: "That was a joke, Kurapika. I would never do that to you or anyone." [ @skarletchains ]

#skarletchains #v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #I almost wrote senritsu saying 'I also know why it was specifically my thigh' but she is not that cruel xxD #also: awww

[hunting-songs]

Campfire Stories! Hisoka♦️

Send me “Campfire Stories” and my muse will tell yours about a scary tale, folk story, or even one of their own spooky experiences.

"Mhmmmmm, what is that? You think I could ever tell a story that could scare a person like you who had dismembered himself before audience and had fun in it? I am deeply flattered you think of my storyteller -skills so highly, really, I do not deserve that kind of praise. What did I do to deserve you having such a high opinion of me?" Laughing in all good humor Senritsu lay a small hand on her chest a little too dramatically to be truthful. Hat put on the table before her, vest buttoned open, her blousesleeves hitched up and her round face turned to the side towards the warmth of the still surprisingly hot autumneveninglight, Senritsu could almost be seen as relaxed and content, if it would not have been clear that she was still attentive listening, listening, listening. Her short fingers tapped a melody against the side of her teacup- hasty, nimbly, fast; the heartbeat of someone beeing hunted. Or someone beeing watched. Like she felt watched by Hisoka.

The cafés outdoor area was bathed in the warm eveninglight and drowned in the permanent murmur of the city street washing around it, yet, if Senritsu focused, if she really would be stupid enough to not keep her attention on Hisoka, she could hear the gurgling of a small stream sepperating the city from a overgrown small park at the other side of the street, tickling lively like violine music around her ears.

"But I can try, if it makes you happy", Senritsu hummed friendly, although she still attentive listened, listened, listened. What exactly was he trying to do?, she wondered with her head tilted to the side like a curious bird, Flatter her? No, that was not it. Thinking he could find out something about her ove rthe story she would tell? Or did he really just wanted to hear a simple story? Making fun of her, considering she it had been one of those scary storys that had ended the life she had had build for herself before the curse?: " Once upon a time there was a little boy. He was a sweet child but as much as he was sweet, he was talented: He had been blessed with a keen hearing and a great talent for music. Any second of his life he would devote to this craft of his.And no - " Senritsu just shaked her head laughing:

"That boy is not a stand-in for me, it is just a story." The laughter stopped. Senritsu never liked listening to liars:" But back to the story- the boy would not care about anything else in his life but his music. And so he did not noticed that the world around him changed. He was so focused on his music, that he did not noticed that the neigbours cats and dogs disappeared. He was so focused on his muisc, that he did not noticed the adults worried and tensed faces. He was so focused on his music that he did not noticed the old people sitting on their porches day in and out disappearing. He was so focused on his music that he did not noiced how his parents would lock the door to the house in the night. He was so focused on his music, that he did not noticed that the laughter from the other villagechildren nolonger filled the streets. One night, he did noticed something. The only thing he could ever notice. The only thing that he could ever hear. He heard a song so sweet, so much sweeter than what he had ever heard before, from outside his room from the near river. And in the same moment he knew that he had to learn this song. So he left his save bed and climbed out of the window, leaving the house his scared parents had made so sure to lock up for the night. His path lead him through streets that were empty, only noticing now that people nolonger dared to go outside at night. The song lead him along the graveyard that had fresh graves, which he had not noticed had been digged and filled. And eventually the song lured him to the river near his village. There, in the middle of the river sat a longhaired, beautiful young man who played violine. And once again the boy had only ears for the music, so he did not saw the horse-like ears of the man, nor the webbing between his fingers and toes, not the blood smeared over his sharp teeth, and espeially not the hunger in the Nokkens eyes after the villagers had wisely locked their doors to prevent anyone from beeing lured to the Nokkens river at night when songs could travel so much farer than on the day. But the Nokken was hungry and the boy was even more hungry or learning the beautiful song, that he climbed into the river and let the Nokken teach him that beautiful song the whole night. And in the morning the Nokken gave the boy the violine, patiently waiting.

Patiently waiting for the boy to return to his village. Patiently waiting for the boy to stand on the villages marketplace. Patiently waiting for the oh so eager boy to play the beautiful song he had just learned. And as soon as he played the song anyone had to listen. And anyone had to dance. But it was not a joyful dance, and when the boy was first happy that he could show his talent and art, he soon noticed that he could not stop playing the song. And the people listening to the song could not stop dancing to it. Skin was peeled off feet until people were dancing on naked bones and the marketplace was drenched in their blood. Days passed full of screams that wer enot loud enough to overtune the beautiful song. But even when the villagers fell over their shatterd feet, they could not stop dancing and helplessly rolled in their own blood. Days passed and by now noone in the village was alive anymore, but the boy who eventually stopped playing the song after the violine slipped out of his hands that had been after days of beeing unable to stop playing had the skin hung off the flesh in bloody scraps. Only than the Nokken came out of the river and collected the bodies of the villagers who had hid from him so carefully . That evening the Nokken had a great meal. And then the boy was left alone. Alone with the dead and his off skin and muscles peeled hands." She thought about those skinned hands, smooth to the touch and as fragile as thin branches she needed to hold carefully. She thought about those skinned hands, always aching, especially in the cold. She thought about those skinned hands, happily tapping on the table after the melody of her flutepiece, now almost painless from the vibration her songs had left in the air . She thought about those skinned hands eagerlyand nimbly learning to play the flute again after the vibration of her songs had soothed the ache. She thought about those skinned hands, twisted like rotten branches that had fallen off the table and had been hanging out from under the shroud in the horrible bright, horrible pale light in the hospitals morgue that had made it impossible for her to look away until the image had burned into her mind like a curse.

In the much too warm eveninglight Hisoka was still sitting on the other side of the table and she heard his heartmelody a little too close to her liking.

"....Anyway, that was the story," In fact Senritsu noticed that she really did not liked that his heartbeat sounded like that from a cat that had just caught a bird in their paws. Sighing quietly she leaned back in her chair, humming sweetly and unbothered even if she was also attentive listening, listening, listening : "I told you that I could not scare you. So how about you recommend me now something from the menu before I start telling you horrible boring stories about cursed musicpieces, mhmmmmmm? I do not want you to get bored, after all."

[ @muddsludge ]

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #muddsludge: hisoka #muddsludge #was shortly thinking about writing Pape Dönes tale (senritsus last name giver) but that story already on the blog #so its a Nokken story #senritsu dropping sidecharacter lore lol

[hunting-songs]

"Mmm, I think I'm not very good at describing myself, but I'll do my best. 171cm, ectomorph, although thin I have gently defined muscles and I'm quite strong. Blonde hair, usually wind-dried and combed with my fingers so it's in a casual mess. Brown eyes with a completely dynamic color that can go from their natural brown, to almost black when there is little light, through an intense orange when the light hits my iris directly, and having the ability to take on a warm reddish tone in certain circumstances. And although there are people who fear that, there are also people who have told me that it is something charming. I like to wear cologne and always be well dressed, even if it is between-home clothes. I am a simple man, I like peace, nature , reading, listening to music or playing an instrument - although I'm not really good -. I know I can be cold and distant but I'm a completely different person when come into my close circle. I don't like to drink a lot of alcohol but I enjoy a good sweet cocktail" He sighed somewhat heavily, he didn't know that describing himself was going to be so difficult.

Describe your muse on anon and my muse will say if they would date them or not. Bonus: Include the basic details: gender, age, height, likes, dislikes, hair/eye color, race, and anything else my character should know.

Hands folded coyly under her chin, Senritsu listened attentive to the description telling her things she already knew so well. "'A warm reddish tone', mhmmmmmmmmmmm, you could not by any means, mean scarlet, do you?" The woman tapped her short fingers as innocently against her chin as she was definitive not: "What a great coincidence that red is my favorite colour. And I know for a fact that that colour is very charming. At least on you." "Although you are a liar. I heard you play acoustic guitar before, and it was not bad at all, In fact it was very dolce. I would have nothing against going on a date and hear you play for me, if you would want to do that too.", she winked reassuringly, and added with a gentle humm: "So no need for that heavy sigh of yours, you did well in describing yourself." [ @skarletchains ]

#skarletchains #v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein

[hunting-songs]

TTL (reverse) from Hisoka

"I don't care for fine dining... It's so stuffy and for what purpose? ... A tiny plate and a splash of sauce? Silly.... When I was younger I had a little stuffed mouse toy that I would carry with me everywhere, she looked a little bit like you," Hisoka chuckles then considers his final statement. "When I retire I'm going to move somewhere tropical and just enjoy my time lazing on the beach," he smiles at Senritsu unassumingly, "Sounds nice, right?"

Spoiler alert, Hisoka misunderstood the rules. They are all lies :P

Let’s play Two Truths and a Lie! Send ‘TTL’ and my muse will tell two real facts about themselves and one lie. Your muse will have to guess which is which! Or Send me two truths and a lie and I / my muse will have to guess which is which!

As much as Hisoka was a charming liar and his voice was tickling sweetly around her ears, the hearbeat never lied. Accordingly all Senritsu did was chuckling by his attempt on the game, honestly amused over him even trying to trick her into believing in even one of his lies: "Well than, let me tell you- I do not care for fine dining myself. I like and taste the art of cooking, but restaurants as places are usually too full of people and therefor too loud for me. The best thing I have ever eaten was fried brown bread with bacon and two eggs on top after I had spend three months in the wilderness, recording the songs of a certaine bird. I even can cook that myself with a altissimo chance of it tasting as good as in that ran down pub in which I had first eaten it. Which is a true miracle, considering I am not a especially good cook." Turning to Hisoka, she placed her elbow on the table and her chin on the back of her hand, rising a hairless eyebrow in honest amusement. The woman wondered, why of all things he thought this kind of words would not be discovered as a lie- was he thinking she would feel flattered?: "I do not know what to think about you comparing me to a plushie, but I am not cruel enough to take that mental image from you. If my appearance makes you feel that comforted as a plushie does, it is one of the better reactions to my looks."

If before she had not been amused over the others lies, she was loud laughing by the last one. A melodic sound that made her almostcry tears becauss he was laughing so loud: "If you retire, that is." As if he would ever retire, as if he would not fight and be happy fighting until he was killed off, as if he would ever not think about fighting. The woman just softly shaked her head, smiling gently even if her voice was almost a little strict and she lifted a finger like a stern teacher: "Alright, enough of indulging in that- Hisoka, I do not like when people lie to me. It sounds horrible in my ears. Please do not do that, as much as you want to joke around with me."

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #muddsludge

[hunting-songs]

Car accident  - some form of on-road collision between the two muses ((LOL Hisoka can't drive, who let him behind a wheel???)

The air outside of the rastaurant was cold, icy even, and washed into Senritsus face like a splash of fresh springwater. It washed away the headache the noises from back in the restaurant had hammered ( like the silverware clanking on plates); hammered (like the hasty footsteps of all the waiters and the kitchenstaff); hammered( like the much too loud voices of much too many people pushed together in one room); into her skull. It was an early evening. The streets were bathed in the reddish light of dawn and the sidewalks were pouring over from an ocean of people. "Well, than I will see you in December, Miss Döne.", the head of the artmuseum sounded as if he had just won in the lottery, which in some way he had. The 100-year old violine she was hired to restaurate at the start of the winter would lure in a lot of more visitors like the pied pipers song had lured in mice. Senritsu smiled at her client politely and wished him a good evening, told him that she looked forward to work on the violine and promised that she can´t wait to start her work. She did not told him that she was happy to be outside of the restaurant, she did not told him that she could not wait for him to leave because every other sound made her head hurt even more, she did not told him that all she wanted after a whole evening in a restaurant was to stuff her ears with wax, lay down and gasp for air as if she had been drowning in the noise. Instead she only said her goodbye kindly, and made her way over the restaurants parking area to have a few more breaths of this cool, fresh air. Still, hearing the little happy hop in her clients walk as he went down the street to disappear in the crowd made the woman smile. It was a tiered smile, but it was there. The musician breathed deeply as she loosened the broad velvethairband she had used cover her balding head and fix her hair into a braid; she breathed deeply as she hobbled around on one leg each to pull off her high-heeled shoes, clip their clasps together and throw the shoes over her shoulder to walk on socks; and she breathed deeply when she heard the car. The car that drove much to fast over the parking area. The car that was not curbing or slowing down.

In the blink of an eye the woman had sprinted back over the whole lenght of the parking area. But the car did still not slow down. Pain stitched into her feet when the concrete bored through her nylon-tights into her soles. But the car did still not slow down.

Her shoes flew over the parking lot, long forgotten, not even noticed.But the car did still not slow down.

There was the wall of the restaurant in her back, the cars lights in her eyes and-

-the cars brakes hit with such a shrill sound Senritsu felt as if she had turned, just for a moment, truely deaf. Standing with her back pressed against the wall and only a handwide between her chest and the cars bumper, Senritsu,gasping panicky for air, decided for herself that she really had breathed enough of that fresh, cool air for the day. And the whole night. And also the next day. From one second to another the noises of the city around her returned and the migraine Senritsu had hoped was gone returned in full strenght. And along those noises she heard the drivers uncomfortable familiar heartmelody. A few seconds passed in which Senritsu was standing still against the wall, eyes as round as plates and only slowly noticing that in her sprint over the parking area she had ripped her nylon tights and her bare toes turned very cold against the icyness of the concrete. "I could almost think-", the Music-Hunter said slowly and tilted her head to the side like a confused bird as she tried to fit the mental image of Hisoka to the man in the suit she saw in the driverseat : "-you wanted to drive me over." Listening, listening, listening attentive, like an animal ready to jump away at any little glimpse of danger, Senritsu slowly moved along the wall and around the car. Yet as soon as she reached the drivers door her before hectic voice had turned into the usual soft humm. The Music-Hunter leaned her shoulder against the carside in a long, relieved huff that sounded as melodic as a song: "What did I do to deserve this target-oriented parkingstyle, mhmmmmmmmm?" [ @muddsludge ]

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #muddsludge: hisoka #muddsludge #properly dolled up senritsu meeting Hisoka in a suit? you know when you meet a person n formal attire and think 'WHOTHEFUCKAREYOU'. #yep

[hunting-songs]

"'close your eyes' and don't cheat" Once she closed her eyes, he got closer, very close, and waited to see if she would back away. He placed a hand gently on her cheek and turned his attention again to see if she would move his hand away. Finally he leaned in, kissing her cheek softly. Unlike the childish kisses he always gave her, these were soft and a little slower. He kissed her cheek a few times, using his other hand on her other cheek to gently squish it. Letting out a soft, almost inaudible laugh, Kurapika slowly moves away. "'I like kissing you.'"

Senritsu had never trusted her eyes much, mostly because she was naturally mildy farsighted and therefor her sight was never a sense she could trust at all. Still, she blinked a few times at Kurapika demonstratively to tease him, before she eventually closed her eyes lightly and instead, as always, tilted her head to the side to listen like an attentive bird. She already knew what Kurapika wanted to do, she knew when his hand cupped her cheek, she kenw when she heard the rustling of his cloth like leafs rustling when he leaned forward, she knew when she felt his breath against her cheek, she knew that those kisses were not the same as the hasty little pecks he had given her before. The musician did not blushed, she barely ever did, but there was a second of hestiation when she reached up and her fingertips so very lightly touched the back of Kurapikas hand on her cheek. "I know. I heard that.", grey eyes looking down she listened, listened listened, while her fingers tapped a light song on the back of the others hand, hasty, thoughtful and restless: "I heard that chiaramente." The next second Senritsu leaned away and turned to the side,smiling broadly towards the door, not even skipping a beat as she hummed friendly and without a bother in the world: "Hello Eliza. Come in please." Just when the last tune of her humm fell into the room like a stone in a well there was a polite knock on the door and Eliza looked inside, holding a tablet with a can of tea and two teacups.

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #skarletchains

[hunting-songs]

♡

Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours!

●●●○○ | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●○ | LOYALTY ●●●○○ | TRUST

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"Huh." the woman tilted her head from one side to another like a thoughtful bird: "I did told you before that you are a handsome person and sure can turn a lot of heads if you chose to do so. No need to pretend I do not see it. It looks-" The young woman chuckled over her own wordjoke: " sombre for my own eyesight, but I am not blind by all means." Her short fingers tapped a melody on the side of her leg as she continued matter of factly: "Also I like you very much, obviously. And I am curious for where you are going in your life and hope all the best for you. And if you allowe me, I will support you in reaching that best life of yours as long as I can."

"Now to the 'trust' section- I do trust you. But I also know that you are a Hunter and have set yourself a goal. And I know that you will do everything to reach that goal which means that you might will send me away in that case. Or that you will cross a line after which I can nolonger stay with you." The smile on the Musicians face was almost sad. Her grey eyes looked very black: "I trust you, but I also know you and your line of work as it is my own line of work. I trust you, but I would never make myself any illusions about you or myself." [ @skarletchains ]

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #skarletchains #....I think I had written before that senritsu actually prefers very big burly men due to her beeing very aware of her daddy-issues #she thinks its hilarious that she is (occaisonally) influenced in her choice of partners by it #does not change that Kurapika is still attractive to herbut hes also not the type she would go after at first glance #if she would met him in a pub

[hunting-songs]

Injuries, Old and New Prompts

💔 My muse sees your muse getting hurt but is unable to stop it || D R A M A

Injuries, Old and New Prompts: 💔 My muse sees your muse getting hurt but is unable to stop it ! The concerts last applauses echo still lingered loudly-much too loudly, deafening loudly- in her ears when Senritsu left the discotheque before the rest of the publicum which in contrast to her was still swarming the musicians for autographs. True to her profession as a Music-Hunter, Senritsu visited the Music-bands preformances whenever they were playing near where she was working, but eventually she was hunting Music and not the people behind it, so she left early with the last song still in her ears as a sweet echo like one would have the sweet taste of a dessert on ones tounge after leaving home. Inside it had been warm, hot even, but outside the night was cold and it was lightly raining so that the brigth streetlights reflected bright on the wet conrete and the damp housewalls. The coolness of the night was like a gulp of fresh springwater after the stifling air inside the discotheque. The young woman waved the cool nightair into her hot face, laughing quietly to herself as she peered attentive across the busy street to look for Kurapikas familiar silhouette by one of the shops-it was an odd feeling of hearing the youngers heartbeat clearly just on the other side of the street with the bypassing cars between them like a river of steel, and actually knowing that he was waiting for her since she had asked him if they wanted to go back to the hotel together, but also not beeing able to actually see him. It was this moment, when the woman looked along the other side of the street to find her colleague, that the sound of another pair of approaching footsteps entered her awareness. Senritsus head snapped around promptly. She heard the hasty breathing. She heard the outstretched hands against the air. She heard the focused determination. She heard the Thiefs objective. It only lasted a second- the Thief was aiming for Senritsus bag, hands outstretched and ready to sprint away, and Senritsu knew that she could stop him,she knew that she would only need to use her Nen to harden her body and the Thief would not be able to run her over and take her bag, Senritsu also knew that if she would do that the Thiefs bones would break like glass, so Senritsu made her decision. And the second ended. The next moment the Thief slammed into Senritsus small statue, thowing her to the ground where her head hit hard against the sidewalk,her lips bursted open in a bloody salty gust and her hands slithered over the abrasive asphalt until the skin was red and bloody. The rain burned like acid on her grazed hands. In the same movement, while she was still on the ground the Thief grabbed her bag, shouldered it and sprinted down the street. And he would have been already gone, if it would not have been for another movement coming from the street. Her hectic breathing burned painfully in her throat. Kurapika had seen what had happned. Kurapika had crossed the street. Kurapika was about to set after the thief. The pain in her bursted lip was a second horribly aching heartbeat.

"No!", Senritsus voice was as sharp as a blade and cut through the rain. Kurapika stopped promptly. Even the thief stopped startled for a second. Then the thief continued to sprint down the street to disappear in an alleyway,swallowed by the nightly blackness hanging between the buildings like swallowed by an eager mouth. Senritsu heard the footsteps of the thief become quieter and quieter. Senritsu heard Kurapikas footsteps become louder and louder. Senritsu heard the Thiefs heartbeat disappear in the nighttowns loud heartmelody made of honking cars, voices of people passing over the streets, and in differnt pubs played songs, but even closer she heard Kurapikas heartbeat sing her a song of worry, confusion and a stark rebuke over what she had just done. Or more accurately- what she had not done and what she had not allowed him to do. Like dye the nightlights of the cars and LED-billboards of the shops along the street dyed the rain in all the colours of the rainbow that hit against the blackness of the asphalt. The woman held her sleeve against her bursted lip, the pink fabric was coloured more and more red at every second: "...Please don´t play that song for me, Kurapika. I know that this wasn´t the best solution. But I happen to not be a fan of hurting people. In any possible way." She sighed and stood up, grunting unhappily at the pain in her bruised face, and her grazed hands that felt as if they were skinned. She opned and closed her small hands that were stiff and cold and hurting but eventually not especially bad injured. It did not changed the fact that there was the childish urge to fall back on her butt, sit on the cold, wet asphalt and cry over her hurting hands and bursted lips because those were just the injuries that would have made a child cry the hardest even if they were also the fastest and easiest to heal. Yet in this moment in the cold evening she wished to be a child again because her mother would have pulled her in a warm hug and picked her up and kissed her aching hands and bursted lip. But she was no child anymore, her mother was on the other side of the continent living her own life and right now she needed to be the better and older person, so eventually the woman only forced herself to look up, blink the tears away, smile gently from behind her arm to hide her bloodsmeared lips, and wink- tieredly,much too tieredly to hide it- up to Kurapika: "Now, would you be so kind , be a true gentleman and walk me home, mhmmmmmm?" [ @skarletchains ]

#skarletchains #v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein

[hunting-songs]

💋 - Tapping with his index finger on his cheek a few times "Am I late for the waiting line?" Mentions in a soft amused tone

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss ! By the others words Senritsu just leaned her head back and laughed so loud it almost hurted in her own ears: "Are you too late?", her short fingers danced swiftly through the air after a melody only she could hear: "I can not remember a single instance when you had been ever too late. Every time your heartbeat turns into a prestissimo shriek the second you think you are too late to something." Her short fingers stopped their hasty tango and instead she only lay a small hand on Kurapikas arm gently, still smiling, still with a chuckle dancing behind her words: "Don´t worry, I would always make room for you in that line, even if you were too late. No need to let your heartbeat accelerando. "

"If you are willing to get down on my level, that is.",the short woman that Senritsu was winked up to Kurapika in all good humor, waited for him to lean down to her and then gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. She had her eyes closed when she leaned back after the small kiss, listening attentive: "Now that is a song I want to hear you play for me more often. I should call Killua,Gon and Leorio so they could give you kisses more often. That melody is good for you and nice to the ears."

#skarletchains #awww #adorable! #v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein

[hunting-songs]

Kurapika. We know he doesn't keep his eyes on the road for shit 🤦

There was, just for a second, just for a breath, a moment in which Senritsus kind face crumbled into a grimace as if she had bitten on a sour fruit. The woman remembered much too well that Kurapika did indeed, not kept his eyes on the road. Then the second ended, Senritsu just shaked her head with a amused laughter, and winked friendly up at the younger Hunter. Her voice was nothing but a gentle humm: "Mhmm, there are many things I appreciate about you, Kurapika. And you sure have identified those things there precisely. Maybe that is why I enjoy working with you so much- those traits of yours and your ability to recognize them." However, she would still like to hear him laugh that 'heartful laughter' more often for his sake, but that were words she kept keenly locked behind the line of her smile: "I sure could not ask for a better colleague."

#you are my hero for recognizing THAT TWO PANELS in which senritsu is just screaming at Kurapika to keep his eyes on the road xxD #she will never let him drive again #rake-rake #thank you ! this made me laugh so hard xxD #V: Es saß ein klein wild Vöglein