Word Count: 2,283
Summary: Nishiki comes across some unique stones that remind him of a certain someone, and quickly becomes eager to share them with her and see exactly what she thinks of his dazzling discovery.
*Author’s Note*: This didn’t go exactly the way I intended, but that’s alright because I still think it came out cute. Just a little scenario based on the fact that apparently Nishiki really likes shiny things in canon, as well as sharing them with the people he cares about. For the record, the stones I mention in this fic 1) aren’t actually natural stones and 2) don’t actually have magical properties (ofc) but for the sake of the fantasy aesthetic I ignored both of those facts and just did whatever I wanted.
It was both challenging and satisfying, making that outfit for her. He’d done it on a whim, without having to be asked, and without even really thinking about why he was doing it…or why he wanted to. Seeing her frightened, shaking form that night, eyes radiating apprehension and confusion…he knew that was an image he’d never forget. Clothes dirty and torn, barely holding herself together as she stumbled through the trees, acting on the assumption that perhaps in her human form it wouldn’t be as easy to mistake her as the prey they were tracking. But she’d never been prey, he knew that better than anyone, and he was determined to do everything he could to help her recover from that nightmare of an ordeal.
( Read more... )
Summary: Nishiki comes across some unique stones that remind him of a certain someone, and quickly becomes eager to share them with her and see exactly what she thinks of his dazzling discovery.
*Author’s Note*: This didn’t go exactly the way I intended, but that’s alright because I still think it came out cute. Just a little scenario based on the fact that apparently Nishiki really likes shiny things in canon, as well as sharing them with the people he cares about. For the record, the stones I mention in this fic 1) aren’t actually natural stones and 2) don’t actually have magical properties (ofc) but for the sake of the fantasy aesthetic I ignored both of those facts and just did whatever I wanted.
_____
It was both challenging and satisfying, making that outfit for her. He’d done it on a whim, without having to be asked, and without even really thinking about why he was doing it…or why he wanted to. Seeing her frightened, shaking form that night, eyes radiating apprehension and confusion…he knew that was an image he’d never forget. Clothes dirty and torn, barely holding herself together as she stumbled through the trees, acting on the assumption that perhaps in her human form it wouldn’t be as easy to mistake her as the prey they were tracking. But she’d never been prey, he knew that better than anyone, and he was determined to do everything he could to help her recover from that nightmare of an ordeal.
( Read more... )