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@brckenprcmises * ✽ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫

She... valued his opinion? Since when? Why? What even spurred this? It couldn't just be because they both happened to like trying out confections and sweets at various bakeries, right? He wasn't even a professional baker or anything and yet she actually wanted his opinion? Mochi had asked him each time they went out what he thought of each cake or pastry they tried, and he had given some thoughts of his own here and there, but he never felt like they were really good enough to meet her blogging criteria.

Ryder took care to not interfere with her recording, keeping his mouth shut and his body still to not end up in the video footage in both visage and audio wise. He didn't want to make her work extra hard to remove his blunders and awful takes if he ended up on the recording somehow.

But he couldn't help but massively flinch at her next words, making a indescribable noise that resulted from being startled. The boy nearly jumped out of his skin with that catty look directed at him and those bold words, fingers immediately dropping the fork he was holding. Actually, his brain stopped working. And thank god the fork and cake landed on the plate instead of somewhere else.

❝ C-Cute?! ❞ he sputtered out a bit too loudly in disbelief, cheeks darkening to a crisp red hue as he barely kept his voice from cracking.

She must be joking, right? Nobody would say that genuinely. It was likely meant to be a backhanded comment, an insult, a way to say he was somehow lesser than everyone—every guy—she probably knew. That was how it always was with people and their commentary. He was just not up to par. A-And cute was usually an insult for guys, wasn't it? Not to mention, that had zero correlation regarding the quality of his reviews on all these pastries!

Eyes darting away from Mochi as the girl let out a giggle, Ryder lowered his chin and directed his gaze to the half eaten lemon cake he had gotten. He was too flustered to take another bite right now. All he could try to do right now was calm down somehow. Except, his ears picked up on the sound of some rustling around and the boy realized that she might have just stopped the recording. Oh no, his outburst—he just ruined her video content for her blog. How was he supposed to make it up—?

Her voice made his ears perk up. Ryder slowly lifted his head, cheeks still flushed from embarrassment as Mochi innocently handed him a bag of soaps. Did she seriously think that her comment just now was not a big deal? How could she shift gears so quickly?

Stiffly taking the bag of various soap bars by the handles, the boy simply nodded in compliance, ❝ Ah, sure... ❞ he muttered, half paying attention to her request. He didn't think these soaps would be bad at all. If anything, he didn't think he'd have anything useful to say about them. Glancing inside the bag, he realized there was quite a number of bars in there. Sheepishly, he returned his attention to Mochi again, ❝ it might take a while to use all this soap though. ❞

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@aeviterncl / based off this ask.

This blond was constantly getting in his way, and he didn't like the way he looked at him. Ansel. They were obviously friends, Shi and this cafe worker, but that didn't help how annoyed Kai was to see him every time the redhead detoured into the coffee shop by his work. And then his stupid witch asked this guy to go out and about with him, and of course Kai had to follow. He wasn't about to trust the redhead in anyone else's hands but his own, even if he could tell Ansel wasn't exactly human. After all, that wasn't always a good thing, what if Ansel was trying to accomplish the same task he was? Kai stood just on the outskirts of the festival, not concerned about losing his prey considering he'd been tracking the same person for such an unholy amount of time. He could probably find him with his eyes closed on scent alone. At this point he'd really have to put the effort into losing track of the redhead, and that simply wasn't going to happen. His eyes widened, then narrowed as he watch Shi walk back up to the blond and lean in close to him, thankful to not have something in his hands for once as he squeezed his fists at his sides in silence instead of walking over and knocking Ansel on his ass for no good reason. He didn't think Shi would be too happy with him after something like that, not that Kai tended to do things based off what Shi would want. He'd never do something like that, especially involving controlling his own impulse control. He needed to separate them, figure out a way to distract that good for nothing werewolf so he could steal Shi's attention back. It really should have been his to begin with, after all. This fucking witch.

[aeviterncl]

It hadn't taken long since they had shared the festival treat that he and Ansel had to part ways. It seemed that waiting in that line had eaten up more time than he really wanted, and Ansel had to go back home despite the festival still being mostly in full swing. Shi didn't blame his friend. After all, it was quite late at this point in the evening. The sun had already set and the crowd was starting to thin out a little bit.

Yet, the moment Ansel left his side, the security and solace he felt vanquished. It died the moment he no longer could see Ansel leaving from a distance, and the witch was left with that lingering feeling of eyes boring into his entire being. It was unsettling even though he knew exactly who the cause of it was.

No, the moment right now was unsettling because he was suddenly alone again.

He didn't like being alone, not in a crowd like this, not amongst a multitude of loving families who actually wanted and cared for their children.

Absentmindedly trudging away from the main road of the festival, the redhead detoured towards the route Kai had been using to tail him and Ansel tonight. The lanterns and lights didn't reach this far, so his vision simply wasn't all too reliable the further away from the festival he went, but thankfully the shadows were quick to guide him to the hunter he was desperate to see (anyone to get him away from this hollow and scary feeling of being alone).

His gaze fixed on the grassy ground and following the trail made by the shadows at his feet, Shi found himself heading more towards the trees lining the path just outside the festival grounds. And soon enough, he caught the reflection of blue hair in the moonlight. He slowed to a stop, forcing his unreasonable emotions down as he prepared himself to face Kai.

Lifting his gaze, he met the witch hunter's eyes with his own, appearing unbothered nor surprised to see him out here despite not having been invited. Without bothering with a greeting, the witch simply asked, ❝ Did you also want to come to the festival? ❞

[brckenprcmises]

The relief Kai felt as he watched Ansel finally walk away from his witch, was more than he cared to admit. That good for nothing werewolf didn't need to be around Shi anymore than he already was. Kai was out here pissed off like he had a right to be. He typically ran from those emotions, switched in the other personality at the very least so he wouldn't have to confront anything head on. In frustration, he pulled a switchblade out of his pocket, plunged it into the tree as hard as he could, and then paused. Looking down, Shi had moved from where he'd been a moment ago. Anyone else would maybe be panicking, prey lost to the wind, but his was coming right to him. It wasn't a surprise that Shi realized he was here, Kai didn't really take the care to hide himself anymore, enjoying how paranoid it made Shi feel. He pulled on the knife, closing it, and shoving it in his pocket before looking up at his prey with a smirk.

The expression dropped when he heard what Shi had to say, not sure what actually prompted the other witch to ask him. Several seconds passed before he swallowed and scolded at Shi instead. How dare he surprise him. At the very most he was expecting him to find him and then walk home, or maybe yell at him for following him out here without being invited. This though, this was interesting. Shi knew he was the hunter, and he knew he was technically here to kill him, even if Kai wasn't going to follow through with that. Here he was, though, inviting him to the festival just like he had Ansel. It honestly pissed him off that he was a second choice, but was well aware of how much of a choice he should't be at all. He almost wanted to take the switchblade back out and threaten him, but took a few steps forward and pushed Shi back into a tree instead, grabbing his hand after and yanking him back down the path. "Fine. Let's go."

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His question seemed to be unexpected. Honestly, Shi himself didn't even know why those words tumbled out of his lips rather than something else. Then again, talking to Kai made him say the strangest of things. This wasn't the first time he caught himself off guard with what he ended up saying. Though, he supposed this one was less shocking. After all, he had just been feeling stupidly lonely and wanting company. Even if Kai was a bad choice for company, it was company all the same. Someone would be beside him now.

He hardly cared when the hunter pinned him against a tree for a short moment, realizing Kai was likely processing the absurdity of what he had asked. But then the blue haired boy took his hand. The pull was harsh, but the hand holding his felt very much like it wouldn't risk letting him go. In a way, his own hand felt almost desperately squeezed as they made their way back to the festival.

As they walked back towards the lights together, Shi found his gaze lingering on their interlocked hands and the way Kai's fingers wrapped around his hand. The hunter's hand felt oddly warm, or maybe it was just his own mess of feelings making him think that. Without much thought, the witch attempted to wrap his fingers around Kai's hand in return, careful not to disturb or even alert him that he was doing anything.

Almost as if he failed to be discrete, the hand holding his secured its grip a little more.

The pulse against his ribs was more present than before. Why was his heart being stirred right now? His pulse didn't feel steady. He almost felt a little hot. Right on cue, that voice in his head announced its presence.

You should calm down. Think about something else.

He wanted to hold Kai's hand, even just for a bit longer.

That was a weird want.

I said think about something else!

Jerking his chin up towards the view in front of him, Shi realized they had made it to the festival grounds, and Kai had ended up releasing his hand. Without Kai's hand around his, he felt—

Isn't that the stall with the tangyuan? Go get one.

Oh, they had rejoined the festival at the precise spot he and Ansel had parted ways, close to that tangyuan stall. The line wasn't bad at all right now if he did want to get some more tangyuan. After staring at the stall for a second, the redhead turned to look at Kai.

❝ Would you... like to try one? There's a sweeter flavor and one that leans more savory, ❞ he spoke up, attempting to not sound awkward as he pointedly avoided direct eye contact by focusing his attention on the stall selling its last round of food, ❝ do you have any preference? ❞

[aeviterncl]

OOC. Oh no, I can't trim the reblogs.

[brckenprcmises]

“So you run a food blog,” Ryder mused aloud as he set down his fork. He had been curious as to why Mochi was so keen on getting the perfect photo of her orders but now it made sense. It also clued him in as to why she was so detailed with her reviews and opinions on all the cakes they had tried, but there was still one thing bugging him. Every time they tried out a new dish together, the girl was determined to get his opinion on it, and he didn’t get the why behind that.

The boy knew she wanted him to quote, collaborate, unquote with her, but he didn’t think he had the skills or reputation for it. Wouldn’t she be better off collaborating with more seasoned content creators? Why drag him into this? He’d only lower her ratings and engagement with his poorly articulated thoughts.

Pausing in his act of eating the slice of a lemon cake, he lowered his voice, muttering a bit, “But why do you need my opinion on any of this stuff for it?”

[I’m furthering the plot; @aeviterncl ]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

The more Mochi hung out with Ryder, the more she truly started to enjoy his company. They really just got together to eat sweets, which might not seem like that big a deal to the average person, but it was one of Mochi's favorite things to do. This was special. "Mhm," She hummed an answer to him as she snapped just a few more shots of her own lemon cake, having not touched it quite yet. She often wondered if it annoyed others how into her blog she was, but all her life she'd been told to do what she loved...and she loved sweets. After her camera was set up to so she'd be able to catch her in real time reaction of her first bite, she looked over at him with a soft smile. "Oh, that's easy, I value your opinion way more than theirs," the smile on her face turned almost mischievous as her bright green eyes shined at him, "And you're way cuter too." She couldn't help the little giggle as she looked back at the camera and finally took her first bite, recording herself as she savored the treat and let out a satisfied sigh. speaking out on how the flavors were just right. Then she turned the film off, figuring she'd try her best not to actually make him uncomfortable. "Oh before I forget, I brought you some soap samples to try." She dug into her satchel and retrieved the reusable bag filled with a few different scents she'd been trying out. 'They're all labeled. Care to let me know if you really don't like one?"

[brckenprcmises]

@aeviterncl / based off this ask.

This blond was constantly getting in his way, and he didn't like the way he looked at him. Ansel. They were obviously friends, Shi and this cafe worker, but that didn't help how annoyed Kai was to see him every time the redhead detoured into the coffee shop by his work. And then his stupid witch asked this guy to go out and about with him, and of course Kai had to follow. He wasn't about to trust the redhead in anyone else's hands but his own, even if he could tell Ansel wasn't exactly human. After all, that wasn't always a good thing, what if Ansel was trying to accomplish the same task he was? Kai stood just on the outskirts of the festival, not concerned about losing his prey considering he'd been tracking the same person for such an unholy amount of time. He could probably find him with his eyes closed on scent alone. At this point he'd really have to put the effort into losing track of the redhead, and that simply wasn't going to happen. His eyes widened, then narrowed as he watch Shi walk back up to the blond and lean in close to him, thankful to not have something in his hands for once as he squeezed his fists at his sides in silence instead of walking over and knocking Ansel on his ass for no good reason. He didn't think Shi would be too happy with him after something like that, not that Kai tended to do things based off what Shi would want. He'd never do something like that, especially involving controlling his own impulse control. He needed to separate them, figure out a way to distract that good for nothing werewolf so he could steal Shi's attention back. It really should have been his to begin with, after all. This fucking witch.

[aeviterncl]

It hadn't taken long since they had shared the festival treat that he and Ansel had to part ways. It seemed that waiting in that line had eaten up more time than he really wanted, and Ansel had to go back home despite the festival still being mostly in full swing. Shi didn't blame his friend. After all, it was quite late at this point in the evening. The sun had already set and the crowd was starting to thin out a little bit.

Yet, the moment Ansel left his side, the security and solace he felt vanquished. It died the moment he no longer could see Ansel leaving from a distance, and the witch was left with that lingering feeling of eyes boring into his entire being. It was unsettling even though he knew exactly who the cause of it was.

No, the moment right now was unsettling because he was suddenly alone again.

He didn't like being alone, not in a crowd like this, not amongst a multitude of loving families who actually wanted and cared for their children.

Absentmindedly trudging away from the main road of the festival, the redhead detoured towards the route Kai had been using to tail him and Ansel tonight. The lanterns and lights didn't reach this far, so his vision simply wasn't all too reliable the further away from the festival he went, but thankfully the shadows were quick to guide him to the hunter he was desperate to see (anyone to get him away from this hollow and scary feeling of being alone).

His gaze fixed on the grassy ground and following the trail made by the shadows at his feet, Shi found himself heading more towards the trees lining the path just outside the festival grounds. And soon enough, he caught the reflection of blue hair in the moonlight. He slowed to a stop, forcing his unreasonable emotions down as he prepared himself to face Kai.

Lifting his gaze, he met the witch hunter's eyes with his own, appearing unbothered nor surprised to see him out here despite not having been invited. Without bothering with a greeting, the witch simply asked, ❝ Did you also want to come to the festival? ❞

[brckenprcmises]

The night of the festival was finally here and like he had asked Ansel, Shi was there to take him to it. Dressed in garments that blended modern fashion and some traditional components, the witch had led his friend over to the festival grounds. Many people were frolicking around and were holding red lanterns of their own. Children ran around and groups of people were simply out and about chatting amongst themselves or lining up at the various stalls for the seasonal treat.

After having stood at one of those stalls himself, Shi returned to Ansel's side with a tray that held two orders of tangyuan, each paper holder having a set of 3 balls in it and a spoon to eat said dish with. He held out the tray to his friend, leaning in a bit close to make sure he could hear the explanation over all the noise.

❝ These are glutinous rice balls, ❞ he began to explain, ❝ each one has a different filling. I wasn't sure if you preferred sweet or savory, so I got us both the red bean filling and the sesame ones. The red bean paste ones are the sweeter flavor. ❞

Leaning back to give proper space again, Shi turned to look at the sight of the festival, admiring the sight of all the lanterns, firecrackers, and the sheer amount of families happily partaking in the festivities. It really had been too long since he really had gone with someone, let alone someone who he actually didn't feel so guarded with. Although, he still felt a bit anxious. He could still feel eyes on him from miles away.

Attempting to ignore the feeling of being watched, the redhead continued to casually explain some more about the treat, ❝ They say if you eat these, you'll bring good luck and happiness to your family for the new year. ❞ He sure hoped some luck would shine on himself too, for it seemed everything had been crashing and burning up until this small moment of reprieve.

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@aeviterncl/ unprompted.

Ansel had spent so long trying to figure out what to wear, that he hadn't really had time to think about the festival itself. Which did him a whole lot of good since when She arrived, Ansel still walked out the door in normal attire. He didn't keep anything besides that and his work clothes around, and never having to really been to a festival for something like this -- he wasn't really sure what to do. There were eyes on them. He could feel it. From the walk from his apartment to the festival and clearly the whole time they were there, and Ansel had to assume it was that guy that'd been following Shi around. He wondered if She could feel it too, or if he was just picking up on Kai because of his werewolf traits. Though, Ansel wondered how much Shi usually felt the creep watching him, assuming that wise today probably felt like every other one for his friend. Either way, the guy was staying out of sight at least, Ansel carefully keeping watch of his surroundings while he waited for Shi to come back to him. It really was beautiful out here, all the lights and festive activities would pull anyone into a good mood. "Luck to my family, huh?" Ansel only really had a living brother, and they weren't really on speaking terms. Unless the pack as a whole would count as his family, but he didn't ask for clarification as he looked up and smiled at Shi. "Thank you." He took a bite of his food, letting out a little hum as he tried the red bean filling first, "This is good." The smile not leaving his face, showing not only the good time he was having, but trying to rub his friendship with Shi in Kai's face as much as he could without knowing exactly where he was.

[aeviterncl]

"Is this thoughtful silence or worried silence?" [Xander x Ellie]

MEME ┊accepting.

The time really had gone by, hadn't it? Even though they were in a new term, it was already almost close to the end again. While he had gotten used to the routine of having Ellie over in his dorm to both study and keep out of the heat, Xander was utterly distracted lately. Studying wasn't going so well for him, and even the tutoring he sort of got from Ellie wasn't sticking. Though today wasn't really a study session. It was supposed to be one, but neither of them had ended up taking out the books from their bags. Rather, they had ended up just sitting in silence, resting their backs against the dorm provided bed Xander used.

The boy had his knees raised to his chest and his arms wrapped around them, completely lost in thought. The minutes ticked by and the silence lingered—that was until Ellie had her fill of it.

Is this thoughtful silence or worried silence?

❝ Worried. ❞ The word slipped out before he could stop it, to which Xander's eyes widened in a panic as his chin shot up from where it rested atop his knees. Attempting to rectify his blunder, the redhead scrambled for words, consciously blinking owlishly as if that would reset his brain somehow, ❝ not about anything important though. Just... ❞ Unable to figure out an excuse, he let his words die on his tongue.

Oh, who was he kidding? While he still hadn't told Ellie much about personal circumstances, she was surely aware that something was going on by now. She always seemed to catch when he was bothered by something. Considering how long they had been friends, his brother's circumstances were something he should've probably shared by now. Well, he had mentioned it once before, but not much of the details. Honestly, he doubted she'd even bother to remember what he told her before.

❝ No, it is... important, ❞ he took back his poor excuse of a lie.

Glancing hesitantly towards the girl sitting next to him, Xander took a second to steady his nerves, ❝ My brother's condition... is getting worse. ❞ The words were difficult to get out, and finally saying it out loud made the void in his chest exponentially widen. There wasn't much left he could even give to him at this point either. Everything he had to give was likely already taken.

And he wasn't ready to face the reality of it. He never would be.

[aeviterncl]

@brckenprcmises * ✽ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫

This wasn't supposed to happen. If anything, this sculpture wasn't even supposed to see the light of morning. It was to be disposed of and pounded back into a mass of clay by the end of the night, so why, oh why did she have to be caught by one of the last people she wanted to see this creation? In fact, Moira was still processing her own horror at this accumulation of poorly timed coincidences that she didn't even realize Professor Sato had completely closed the distance between them until she felt her hand being tugged away from her.

Her eyes widened, her body jolted, and her heart skipped a beat, her pulse pounding louder against her ears as she tried not to let more panic set in.

On instinct, she tried to pull her arm back, but that look in the professor's eyes made her attempt weaken on the spot. He looked... very not present right now, half dangerous. The daze in his eyes was reflected clearly, and... oh, he did have fangs. While she did mainly delve into baseless occult nonsense at times (don't let her employer hear that!), she didn't need to know much of it to know about the concept of vampires.

Even still... there's no way they were—

Ah, he was bringing her bloody fingers towards his lips.

Wait. What in the vampire otome game scenario was this?!

Tension rose in her body and she honestly didn't know what to do. Moira was stuck where she was, frozen like a deer in headlights. She was sitting on a tall, unstable stool right now. If she tried to pull back any harder, she'd probably fall backwards. But still, she didn't really feel like pulling away from him, not when he looked so...

The girl winced upon the sensation of moistness hitting her bleeding finger. Ugh, it felt so... odd. She didn't even know how to describe it. Maybe her own brain was shutting down from how much she simply didn't know how to handle this situation. Not to mention...

Her gaze drifted up towards Michi, almost entranced by his entire being. It was like he had an otherworldly aura to him in this moment. If this were an otome game... this would be an intimate moment, wouldn't it?

❝ … P-Professor...? ❞ she meekly squeaked out, unsure of how to even follow up that word. Her hand was gently being held in his and while he was absolutely licking at her messy, clay covered fingers clean of blood, Moira didn't hate it. In fact, she almost wanted him to take more. (What logic was she on?) She felt warmth blossom in her body, and she didn't really understand why this act of a man lapping at her fingers was being turned into something seductive.

She realized that she was completely okay with this.

Her blush deepened in shame.

She was so done.

[brckenprcmises]

He was disgusted with himself, but still couldn't pull her hand away from his lips no matter how hard he tried. He'd lost control, something that seemed to be slipping from him more and more on a day to day basis. And he absolutely had to be using his powers on her. Why else hadn't she pulled away from him yet? He tried to keep his teeth clamped together, trying desperately to keep his tongue to himself, truly for dear life as he went against all reason and followed his natural instinct. He needed her to...pull away...pull himself out of this trance... P-Professor...?

Blood red eyes snapped up to lock with Moira's irises, appearing light brown in the dusk of the room. Intakes of breath heavy enough to make his shoulders move with his breathing, yet her hand stayed tightly clasped in his own. He had to let her go. Some-fucking-how he needed to walk away from this situation and go find Lavr. Hope to god he was available for him tonight...and that he had the will power to walk away from Moira's rosy checks and bloodied hand. The vampire stood there for several moments, staring at her as he internally fought with himself. He didn't drink from her, clenching his teeth through pain as he slowly pried his fingers away from her hand and let her have it back. Michi took two steps back, cravings and hunger still etched clearly on his face. Eyes falling from Moira's face to her hand as he continued to slowly back away from her. "I'll give you a few minutes to clean up, then I'm locking down the studios for the night." Liar. There wasn't a way in hell he was coming back down this way tonight. The smell of blood was still maddening even after he reached the door, his hand shaking as he gripped the handle and kept his eyes ahead. "And get that wrapped up...now." He was disgusted with himself.

[brckenprcmises]

❝ If I did something bad, would you hate me? ❞ the witch asked in a soft voice. He had come home to his beloved after a visit back home, and to say he was a bit weighed down about what he was continuing to hide from his partner was a bit of an understatement. Zerah found himself leaning down to rest his head on Gracie’s shoulder to hide his easy to read expression, his arms slinking around her waist as if asking for comfort.

The boy always made sure to return with every bit of blood washed and cleaned away, but sometimes, he still saw the red hue cover his hands despite knowing the physical thing was long gone. What if Gracie thought he was betraying her for the things he was doing? He was scared of her finding out about what he did during his home visits. He didn’t want her to know, didn’t want to scar her heart even more. Zerah already knew how much she suffered because of her previous asshole of a boyfriend and he didn’t want to do the same thing to her. He didn’t want to be the same as that guy, yet he felt like he was inching closer and closer to betraying her kindness and acceptance.

Zerah wished he could summon more words, but his voice died in his throat. He didn’t dare to elaborate. How could he even explain his responsibility? How could he even word it so that Gracie would still wholeheartedly and confidently accept this new layer she’d uncover about him?

Nuzzling his against her neck, he gently squeezed her and murmured against her skin, ❝ I love you, Gracie. No matter what. ❞

[@aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

He was always just a little bit different every time he came back from visiting home. Zerah's words, not expected, but still not overly surprising as she stood there holding him as tightly as she could. It was moments like these that she felt he could slip through her fingers, forcing her cold hands not to shake against her boyfriend's back as she imagined the possibilities he could throw at her. "Never." She was sure of her answer without ever needing to know the true weight of those words, blindly in love with everything about Zerah. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but keeping him at her side.

One of her hands moved into his hair as she relaxed just the slightest, the feeling of Zerah nuzzling against her making him feel even more real. It was exactly what she needed. It always took her a little bit to feel like he was really solidly with her after coming home, even though she was the one with stitching that could come undone. She didn't dare worry him in these moments with that concern, knowing she'd eventually believe he was there. What was the alternative? He'd been make believe this whole time and she'd been talking to herself? She was crazy, but not that crazy. Truly, she had to believe that. "Whatever it is." She started, closing her own eyes and talking slowly. "I'm not going anywhere. You're everything and then some, and I'll be right here when you're ready." The hand in his hair started to move, hoping to allow him to take comfort in her and relax even just a little bit. "I love you, too."

[sevxra-arts]

I can finally share this as it's now a precious friend's birthday! This is a drawing of our OC ship featuring Zerah (my OC) and Gracie (their OC).

They're so in love~

[aeviterncl]

@brckenprcmises, happy birthday once more, bestie!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR CATCHING UP AND CHECKING IN *  assorted dialogue for pauses in the action when you need to check to see if they're okay, adjust as necessary

are you holding up all right?

thought i should stop by, see if you were okay.

you know, you haven't spoken in a minute.

you're starting to worry me.

is this thoughtful silence, or worried silence?

can i get you anything?

i'm perfectly all right.

sometimes i think about what will happen if we fail, and it terrifes me.

you can stop worrying about me now.

you had a moment back there.

what was all that yelling about?

i've worried about you since day one.

can we sit down?

you might feel better if you talk to me about it.

i was hoping we could catch up.

there's a lot more going on than i expected.

it's starting to get to me.

tell me the truth. are you all right?

i'm not a hero. i don't know why i'm doing this.

i can tell when you're lying to me, pretending everything's okay when it's not.

you're a horrible liar.

what was that all about?

i heard you yelling.

it sounded like an argument to me.

what's on your mind?

something's clearly bothering you.

can you just sit still?

you've never been honest with me.

they said you needed to talk to me?

i can tell when you're lying. i can see it in your face.

i know you better than you know yourself.

spill. everything.

that's not what it looked like from here.

i don't want to talk to anyone.

can you leave me alone for a while?

thanks but no thanks.

is this your way of checking on me?

who put you up to this?

if you'd just been honest with me from the start, we wouldn't be here.

when they said you were out here, i thought i'd stop by, see how you were doing.

you don't have to handle all of this by yourself, you know.

there are people who really care about you, who want to see you succeed.

think about the people who love you.

i don't like seeing you struggle this way.

i could use a shoulder to cry on right about now.

i just feel so lost.

everything is riding on me, and i'm not used to that.

there's too much responsibility on my shoulders right now.

thanks for letting me vent a little.

i didn't mean to word vomit.

you make it easy.

i feel like i can trust you.

no one understands me but you.

thank you for giving me a chance to speak.

thank you for stopping by to see me.

you should come by more often.

the battle's not over.

we still have work to do.

i trust you'll be ready for the final battle?

tomorrow's a big day. you should get some rest.

if you need anything, you know where to find me.

it will feel better if you just come right out and say it.

no one should ever carry the burden you do.

i think the world of you.

what do they say? this too shall pass.

[uniiicornsources-old]

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SLOW–BURN SPARKS & QUIET HEARTFIRE

roleplay starters inspired by slow burn love — lingering glances, almost-touches, and feelings that simmer for months before finally spilling over

LONGING IN THE LITTLE MOMENTS

soft looks, subtle shifts, that ache of wanting more but not daring to reach

“Why do you always look away right when I catch your eyes?”

“You keep brushing my hand. Accidentally… right?”

“You don’t have to leave yet. Stay—just a few more minutes.”

“Why does being around you feel… different?”

“I notice the way you soften around me. Even when you try not to.”

ACCIDENTAL INTIMACY

hands brushing, falling asleep near each other, warmth passed back and forth

“You’re freezing—come here. It’s just body heat… nothing else.”

“You can lean on me if you’re tired. I wouldn't mind.”

“Hold still, you’ve got something in your hair—just let me…”

“Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, but… I didn’t want to move.”

“I like it when you stand close. Even if you pretend you don’t notice.”

DENIAL THAT’S OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE ELSE

everyone sees it except the two falling in love

“Why does everyone keep asking if we’re together? We’re not… right?”

“No, I wasn’t staring. I was… observing. For reasons.”

“We’re just friends. Totally normal friends who… talk every night?”

“Why does it bother you when I flirt with other people?”

“We’re close. But not that close. Unless… you want to be?”

RISING TENSION, UNKEPT DISTANCE

the space between you shrinking, breath catching, lips almost touching

“You keep stepping closer. Are you doing that on purpose?”

“Tell me to back up. If you don’t, I won’t.”

“You can’t look at me like that and expect me to think straight.”

“If you touch me again, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself.”

“We’re either about to kiss or make the world’s worst decision.”

LATE NIGHTS THAT LEAD TO CONFESSIONS

quiet rooms, tired voices, guards slipping

“I shouldn’t say this, but… I feel safer with you than anyone else.”

“You’re the first person I think about in the morning. And the last at night.”

“I don’t know when it happened, but you’ve become… important.”

“Why do I only tell you the things I’m scared to say out loud?”

“Stay up with me. I don’t want this feeling to fade yet.”

FEAR OF RUINING EVERYTHING

the hesitation, the trembling, the hope

“If I told you the truth… would it ruin us?”

“I’m scared of losing what we already have.”

“I care about you too much to risk it unless you feel the same.”

“Don’t lie—there’s something between us. You feel it too.”

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll pretend none of this happened.”

FINALLY CROSSING THE LINE

the moment where holding back isn’t possible anymore

“Come here. I can’t pretend I don’t want you anymore.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move.”

“If we’re doing this… don’t pull away.”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for months.”

“Tell me this isn’t just one moment. Tell me we’re choosing each other.”

[aeviterncl]

@brckenprcmises * ✽ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫

This wasn't supposed to happen. If anything, this sculpture wasn't even supposed to see the light of morning. It was to be disposed of and pounded back into a mass of clay by the end of the night, so why, oh why did she have to be caught by one of the last people she wanted to see this creation? In fact, Moira was still processing her own horror at this accumulation of poorly timed coincidences that she didn't even realize Professor Sato had completely closed the distance between them until she felt her hand being tugged away from her.

Her eyes widened, her body jolted, and her heart skipped a beat, her pulse pounding louder against her ears as she tried not to let more panic set in.

On instinct, she tried to pull her arm back, but that look in the professor's eyes made her attempt weaken on the spot. He looked... very not present right now, half dangerous. The daze in his eyes was reflected clearly, and... oh, he did have fangs. While she did mainly delve into baseless occult nonsense at times (don't let her employer hear that!), she didn't need to know much of it to know about the concept of vampires.

Even still... there's no way they were—

Ah, he was bringing her bloody fingers towards his lips.

Wait. What in the vampire otome game scenario was this?!

Tension rose in her body and she honestly didn't know what to do. Moira was stuck where she was, frozen like a deer in headlights. She was sitting on a tall, unstable stool right now. If she tried to pull back any harder, she'd probably fall backwards. But still, she didn't really feel like pulling away from him, not when he looked so...

The girl winced upon the sensation of moistness hitting her bleeding finger. Ugh, it felt so... odd. She didn't even know how to describe it. Maybe her own brain was shutting down from how much she simply didn't know how to handle this situation. Not to mention...

Her gaze drifted up towards Michi, almost entranced by his entire being. It was like he had an otherworldly aura to him in this moment. If this were an otome game... this would be an intimate moment, wouldn't it?

❝ … P-Professor...? ❞ she meekly squeaked out, unsure of how to even follow up that word. Her hand was gently being held in his and while he was absolutely licking at her messy, clay covered fingers clean of blood, Moira didn't hate it. In fact, she almost wanted him to take more. (What logic was she on?) She felt warmth blossom in her body, and she didn't really understand why this act of a man lapping at her fingers was being turned into something seductive.

She realized that she was completely okay with this.

Her blush deepened in shame.

She was so done.

[brckenprcmises]

Time always flew by when she was working on sculptures. Moira got so engrossed in the process that she forgot about everything else, and today, that meant staying much longer in the art studio than she meant to. The sun was already setting and if she stayed any later, she'd have to walk home in the dark. However, the girl didn't even notice the darkening sky outside as she was too transfixed on trying to capture those fangs she saw just right. Honestly, she didn't know if what she saw was a trick of the light, but there were so many things about Professor Sato that did not seem natural. Heck, if her occult job taught her anything, it was that this art professor reeked of something not human.

Just as she began refining the edges of the teeth she had formed on the sculpture's face with a tool, the door to the studio opened with a loud sound, causing Moira to yelp and accidentally cut the pad of her finger with the carving knife she had in her hand. Blood quickly trickled down her finger, and she dropped the tool to bring her finger to her lips. Surely some saliva would be enough to soothe—wait, she had clay on her hands. That wasn't a viable method right now.

Her heart rate spiking from the injury, Moira looked up to see who had startled her. Ah, it was the very professor she was thinking about. And... to be caught literally sculpting his visage was very awkward.

❝ I-It's not what you think... ❞ she began to explain, stammering her words as heat rose to her cheeks, dusting them in a faint red hue.

God, what a horrible time and place to be caught in.

[Michi/Moira; @aeviterncl]

@aeviterncl / unprompted.

Michi was often the last to leave his department at night, usually choosing to stay late to do his work rather than force his way through sunny mornings any sooner than just in the nic of time to teach his AM classes. He was by far the professor with the heaviest afternoon schedule, other professors preferring to teach as early as possible to leave as soon as they can manage. Not only did Michi function better the farther into the day it got, his room stayed cool with curtains drawn - often using the outside as a distraction when questioned why the blinds in his room were always drawn. He liked being around after classes, keeping an idea on the studio rooms and working quietly in his own classroom so he could be there until the last student left.

Then he rewarded himself often with his host.

He let out a low sigh as he finished up on this particular evening, the classroom around him darker than he realized - probably he should have turned on a light. Passerbys would probably question his willingness to sit in the dark, the simple fact might even raise suspicions with...no one in particular.

It was fine, Michi was almost sure he was alone. At least in this section of the department. That sureness fell away as he made his way to double check the classroom studios for students that truly had no business still being here. He could hear her heartbeat almost instantly, his hand resting just momentarily before he opened the door and took in the sight in front of him. Blood. He startled her and she fucking cut herself. Michi didn't even register what Moira was actually working on as he clasped his lips tightly shut without a word. Eyes transfixed on the blood dripping down her finger as she brought it to her lips with a tortured expression on his face.

His lips finally parting in pain, fangs that he'd readily deny at a later date popping out as he reached out for his students hand. It was like he was having an out of body experience, not being able to stop himself from bringing that blooded finger closer to his mouth - praying to whatever greater being would listen that she couldn't see his eyes change color in the dim studio.

[aeviterncl]

I love how Shi's vibe changes depending on whether or not his natural eye color/brand is visible vs. wearing his contacts. He feels much, much gentler and softer with his contacts on.

I feel his brand/red eyes makes him feel a tad sinister.

(art comparison under the cut).

art by raeyxia.