If there is one positive thing I can say about the life I’ve had, it’s that it made me a better person. As much as I wish I’d had the happy carefree life everyone else seems to have had, I have to admit that it’s made me who I am – for the better, not just the worse. Every time I’ve been knocked down I’ve gotten back up and it’s a strength I gained from never having anyone to help me. So now when I see someone else who’s down and out, I offer them a compassionate hand because I know how it feels and I believe that in their darkest moments nobody should ever be alone. Empathy is a gift and I share it with others, but it’s a gift that comes with a terrible price that only those who possess it know… Because to empathize with someone’s pain, you need to have experienced it yourself and that is the hidden price that compassionate people have paid to be who they are. So as much as I wouldn’t want to go back and relive them all again, I wouldn’t undo my life’s painful experiences either because I know that ultimately I wouldn’t be the same person without them.
Consider Hiyori being fiercely loyal to Trash Dad after becoming his Regalia.
He kills her and then before even cleaning her blood off his hands, presents himself to her spirit as someone who just killed a phantom to save her life. He acts like he’s her divine rescuer and gives her a name with a beautiful meaning, like Hikari or something. He convinces her that she would’ve died had it not been for him, and naturally, she is beyond grateful.
Now he presents Yato as a horrible enemy who will stop at nothing to kill him, and Yukine as Yato’s deadly Blessed Regalia who has slain thousands. He paints a picture of Yato being absolutely despicable, someone who is the antithesis of everything Hiyori believes in, and Yukine as his loyal enabler. Of course Hiyori believes him, and once the battle starts, she’ll stop at nothing to eliminate these threats to the man who saved her life.
And Yato and Yukine know the truth, but are powerless to reveal it because they can’t kill Hiyori. Hell, they can’t even say her name.
She’ll believe to the very end that Trash Dad gave her a place to belong and a person to be, not knowing that he had ripped those same things away from her in her past life.
[Bonus: Hiyori’s weapon form is a pair of boxing gloves that give Trash Dad a really powerful punch and also make him more agile.]
“Can you believe she called my flowers tacky?” Clarke paced back and forth across the parlor waiting room. Raven and Octavia were just watching the Clarke bomb explode, hoping it didn’t get too nasty too fast.
“Clarke, she is a botanist. She’s just… passionate,” Octavia said. She knew Lexa personally thanks to Lincoln, and she truly was passionate about her plants. Octavia had seen how dedicated she was, even though it seemed a bit much. Talking to plants? Admitted, it was a little unusual, but it obviously worked for her.
“I don’t care if she’s the best damned botanist in the world. No one calls my art tacky.” Clarke stopped pacing. She had to talk to Lexa. There was no way she was going to let some flower girl tell her how to draw plants. She couldn’t even draw. How dare she have the nerve to tell an actual artist how to draw a damn flower.
Raven and Octavia watched in horror as Clarke stormed out of the tattoo parlor. Damn Clarke and her ego. It was a bit harsh for Lexa to say her art was tacky, but she hadn’t realized the monster that was Wounded Ego Clarke. Both girls kind of wanted to go watch to see what Lexa had really unleashed, but they knew better than to get in Clarke’s way when she was on a rampage.
They just hoped Lexa would survive long enough to fill them in on the details.
Lexa had been trying to help a customer when Clarke tried to throw her shop door open. She had to bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing at the attempt. Clarke would have been successful, but Lexa had a door closer that slowed the speed of the door, so it looked like she was opening it in slow motion. It was pretty comical.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. What else did you say you would like?” Lexa tried to listen to the customer, but she was a bit distracted by Clarke’s apparent bad attitude. Her brows were furrowed and her hands were clenched at her sides. What had happened to make such a gorgeous lady become so angry?
Thankfully, Lexa had a customer to help so it kept her mind off of the beautifully angry Clarke standing in her shop’s doorway. She went around gathering the flowers that she felt her customer would be satisfied with, considering her situation. Lexa couldn’t begin to count how many people came to her trying to make up for mistakes in relationships. This younger lady was no exception.
“Here you go. I hope everything works out.” Lexa smiled and handed over the flowers. Her customer thanked her before backing out and almost running into Clarke. Luckily she realized she was in the way and moved over just long enough for the customer to leave, but then she flipped the “Welcome” sign to “Closed.”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Clarke, but it’s only 2:30. I’m not closed for the day.” Lexa didn’t have time to enjoy her teasing because Clarke was already at the counter. As cliche as it sounded, her blue eyes held a storm in them. The fact that the storm was directed at her made Lexa as turned on as she was scared.
“We need to talk.” Clarke’s mouth was moving, but Lexa was too distracted. She should’ve been paying attention. Clarke wouldn’t be this angry over nothing, and it was probably something Lexa had done. But dammit, angry Clarke was kind of hot.
“I’m listening.” Lexa could tell that Clarke hadn’t been expecting that kind of answer. Maybe she had expected her to argue already?
“Who do you think you are to call my flowers tacky?” Clarke had never been one to hold back or beat around the bush. Her father had always said to just spit it out so as not to waste anyone’s time. She had thought it was an excellent piece of advice. Especially when she wanted to start arguments.
“A person who got a degree in plants and someone that runs a flower shop. Really, Clarke, I thought you knew that already.” Lexa knew she was just stroking the fire. She also knew that angry women could be very dangerous. But she deserved to have a little fun in her life, right?
“You know nature, not art.”
“Art imitates nature.”
“Art imitates feelings. It’s just a coincidence if those feelings appear in the form of nature.”
“So when you draw flowers you feel inadequate?” Lexa knew immediately that she had said the wrong thing. Clarke’s eyes narrowed while she clenched her jaw. This wasn’t going to be good. Lexa had unleashed the beast.
“How dare you call me inadequate. I’ve dedicated my whole life to my art. Can you say the same about your stupid flowers?”
“I don’t have to take a lifetime to be good at something.”Clarke’s jaw dropped. She went too far.
“Don’t act like you’re better than everyone else. You sell flowers. It doesn’t take a passionate botanist to do that.”
“Maybe it doesn’t, but it definitely takes a special kind of person to tolerate you.”
“Tolerate me? Honey, people enjoy me.” Clarke knew they were getting petty and starting to take cheap shots. She hadn’t expected this to end up so… childish. She had honestly just wanted to confront Lexa about the insult to her ego. This back-and-forth argument didn’t really help, though.
“Oh yeah? Prove it.” Lexa didn’t know what she was expecting. Maybe she was expecting Clarke to pull out pictures or a video. She could have even spurted out a story about how much fun she had had with some of her friends one time. What she hadn’t expected, though, was for Clarke to grab Lexa’s shirt, pull her close, and kiss her. And she definitely hadn’t expected what was happening soon after.
“That was hate sex. Just so you know.” Clarke hadn’t really planned on, well, doing what she did. It was just once. Oh, and it was to prove a point. It’s not like it had meant anything. It’s definitely not like she had enjoyed it. Or so she told herself.
“I’m not so sure. I think you just wanted to act out that scene from “Imagine Me & You.”” Lexa was too smug. She was very happy with what had happened. It had been unexpected, but it was definitely pleasant. Clarke was right. She did enjoy Clarke. Maybe a little too much.
“Oh whatever. You couldn’t live up to Luce no matter how hard you tried.”
“Whatever you say, Griffin.”
Clarke looked at Lexa a little longer. She hadn’t solved her problem. She still hadn’t convinced Lexa that her art was beautiful. It was the whole reason she had gone over there in the first place. The reason she had interrupted both hers and Lexa’s businesses for the day. Well, she guessed she would just need to visit Lexa more often until the ‘situation’ was solved. Yeah, that seemed like a very good plan.