At some point in
time, one had asked what home was.
‘No, it isn’t a
place.’ Todoroki Shouto said in a cocksure whisper.
‘Then what is
home, to you?’
She wasn’t a home.
She was everything. And every time some would utter her name, all he
could think of was the aging roots of time enlaced around her feet,
the roses and its thorns sprouting upon her fingers, the languid
motion of clouds in the sky of her irises, and the throbbing silence
of the unmoving ocean within her chest.
more than a few taz moments have been drawing me in to draw or animate them. for some reason i chose an early season moment i didn’t even remember happened until the second time i listened to the series.
“i don’t have the tears to cry anymore. but…i at least have to keep yu safe” // “i promise you, mika. even if i have to sell out the whole world to do it, i’ll make sure you’re turned back into a human.”