"I can still fight."

Relationship Status: N/A

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Independent role play blog for Souji Okita from game/anime series Hakuouki, but I would love to RP with other people, so don't hesitate to ask or just start a conversation! I do not own all of the gifs and icons I use. Thank you to everyone on the ''Hakuouki Masterlist'' for getting me started and to Tabby and Bianca for helping me with the Souji icons. 
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maggiethenovelist:

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—— ☽”Right,” she said softly as she rose from the bed and dusted off her skirt. “Hm…yeah, but I feel bad when I know that you’re here sick. Ya know, I know you dislike me and stuff, but…”

"You shouldn’t." He said simply, letting his eyes wander some then. There was no comfortable position in his bed today, was there? "Not worth the time…" Excuse his words being short and concise, he’s just tired. 

(Source: firstdivisioncaptain)

wisteria-wind:

Her eyes coloured golden for a split seconds while her gaze met the emerald ones of the young captain’s. “ Killing me? In your current state? I wouldn’t even waste my time on you.” She hated how carelessly he told people he’d kill them ‘if’. – And even though it weren’t completely empty, shallow words, as he would do his duty as the only one in charge of the compound, she did not fear him.

I stand where I am needed and right now, I am here for obvious of reasons. Chizuru-chan joined the others and entrusted me to look after you. I merely do what was asked of me. By someone who is able of loving, caring for you. – Which is beyond me.” She closed her eyes, pouring in the tea. “ Please, Okita-san, seat yourself and attend to your tea.

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Threating her was useless. She did not fear Death, as it would set her free from the curse flowing through her veins. 

Well, wasn’t that a nice opinion? Too bad that Souji was far from caring about her likes and dislikes. After all, she had neglected his want to be left alone; it only seemed fair that he be permitted a careless tongue, right? Exactly. Arms folding, there was the furrowing of his brows along with the formation of a frown on his lips. He didn’t appreciate her gall at the moment. There wasn’t any such condition as far as she was concerned nor was it any of her business. Why in the hell was she trying so hard? Tired eyes observing, there was soon plenty for him to speak up on. 

"Chizuru-chan wouldn’t assign a stranger." Excuse him, he was just having a hard time of accepting what you said. Chizuru was well aware of his illness…so why would she carelessly allow an outsider to be a part of it? It was far from a desperate need. And if she had done it—."Then I guess the kid is stupider than I thought. Whether or not you are assigned by her doesn’t matter—and I don’t remember her becoming a superior that could order such a thing." Pausing a moment, it was so his head could tilt enough away for a cough into a pale hand. Seat himself. Right. Instead, his feet were bringing him closer to the door of his room. "You’re not needed here. Find somewhere else to pour your kindness." 

(Source: firstdivisioncaptain)

of-strange-monologues-and-oni:

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       ”Okita-san, I have your tea and some soup ready.” The lone female of the Shinsengumi politely entered the room and knelt down by his side. The tray was set down beside the futon as she reached out with gentle hands to change the cloth on his forehead and feel for his temperature. “Are you feeling any better?”

Soup…that sounded repulsive today. Food in general did if he was to be honest. However, he couldn’t quite say that, could he? No, of course now. Right now he was supposed to be getting better which meant no complaints. …they would see how long he kept to that.  Eyes opening to see the tray in front of him, they shut again to prepare him for a slight stretch as she felt his head. Was he feeling better? 

"Some sleep helped I guess." He started, pulling the covers off himself a ways while he turned onto his side. Groggy, it was easy to tell he hadn’t woken too long ago. "Then again, I was well enough to go out earlier if that damn hen’s assistant" that being Yamazaki, of course "hadn’t stopped me." So he says…it was hard to know with Souji from how often he lied about things. 

(Source: firstdivisioncaptain)

//’night club was rad and wild last night’ kind of clothes.

//…this oddly makes alot of sense. Thank you pet. 

Are we not going to talk about Souji’s pajamas in SSL? Honestly, what are they? 

wisteria-wind:

It seem I am allowed to enter the compound without your admission, Okita-san.” She said with a supressed smile on her face. He wasn’t her favourite either. Somehow she couldn’t bond with him. Nonetheless he was one of the Shinsengumi captains and they needed him. “ I couldn’t care less if you accept my presence or not. You just have to deal with this ‘nuisance’. Now that is out of the way, I brought you some tea.” She placed the tray with jasmine tea next to him. Waiting for another rude remark from the captain. She wasn’t expected anything else from him anyway.

Were they really about to play this game? 

It appeared that they were, the woman still adamant about staying in the damn compound. Was she not understanding that he was the only one here? That meant that he was in charge of keeping people out of it—sick or not. And besides, that, he wasn’t about to lay here seemingly useless and have an outsider cater to him. Stubborn he was. Thus, there was a long breath that sounded more like a sigh, his body making it to sitting up properly before a hand came to rub at his shoulder tenderly. Fevers always made his body ache terribly…but it would have to be ignored now. Getting up on his feet, he was speaking up. 

"I’m not accepting your presence because you aren’t supposed to be here." He had yet to give an inkling of care towards her reasons—how she even figured out he was ill was beyond him. Why was she even worrying about it? All Souji knew was that he wasn’t wanting her doing as she pleased or offering her help. Used to being up while sick, the captain was surprisingly steady on his feet for how bad he felt. "Go or I will kill you. Is that easy enough terms for you?" Nonchalant, it was hard to tell if that was a promise or a threat leaving his lips when he spoke up. She didn’t need to know; she needed to listen.

(Source: firstdivisioncaptain)

maggiethenovelist:

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—— ☽”Ac’mon, don’t be like that dear Souji,” Maggie cooed as she sat down on the edge of his bed. “You know you love my presence.”

"I would appreciate it more if it was a foot or two away." Opening an eye, he was soon squirming down farther in his blankets. "Don’t you have classes of your own?" 

(Source: firstdivisioncaptain)

maggiethenovelist:

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—— ☽”Look who’s sick again.”

—And look who’s turning his back to you and pulling his covers up. 

(Source: firstdivisioncaptain)

wisteria-wind:

“ Sôji-kun, I came as soon as I could! I will watch after you when the men are on patrol.” A total concerned motherly figure seated herself next to his futon. 

"I don’t remember needing a babysitter…and especially some woman who helps herself in the compound as she pleases." Was his low-toned mutter as he got around to opening his eyes to view her. It was rude, but to the point as he preferred to be while not feeling well. She was no mother figure of his, that was for sure—he had none. And he was far from accepting a tea-server as mother or company. "If you have business here, go to Hijikata-san. If not, leave." 

(Source: firstdivisioncaptain)

Oh how he loathes weather changes.