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Metric - Monster Hospital
Lake Okutama ropeway | Tokyo, Japan
submission by jrbsfx
¥ + internal come shot ( I'M SORRY IT'S THE BEST I CAN DESCRIBE IT )
jasmine is a filthy sinner. || maybe still accepting
yasuo.
& HE DISCARDS his scarf, tossing hapless material to the side ( topless, exposed. ) Still, gaze remains upon her; from gentle curls forming in alabaster locks to diligent hands working over the fire.
He then swallows the lump that’s formed in his throat.
“Should calm in a couple of hours, but we should set up camp anyway. It’ll be pretty dark.”
crimson orbs drift over his bare torso. she’s seen it
before-----it wasn’t as if it was all that well hidden, only
an asymmetrical ensemble covering it from view. still,
she couldn’t help but admire his well-toned form. a
tanned chest, impressive abs, &&. a single ‘v’, leading
down to------
nevermind.
she looks away, a free hand running through her hair.
“ i can take first watch. “
she knew she wasn’t going to sleep, anyway.
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yasuo.
HOW FORTUNATE. Nothing said ‘fun’ to the ronin quite like being stuck in small enclave with the one person he used to decidedly want to BEHEAD, and all because the rain permitted for poor conditions to travel in.
A sigh slips from parted lips. Katana is held firm in his grip as he fixes his hair back into a high bun. Appearance of exposed midriff does not move beyond his notice; whatever feelings Yasuo has, he at least could not help hazel irises roaming ( lovely ) figure.
“Better that you do. I’m not tryin’ to freeze in this mess.”
she nods, shuffling through her bag. her matches weren’t
completely dry, but, she would make do with what she had.
debris had blown in earlier. leaves &&. stray branches. these
were collected in her ( surprisingly dainty ) hands, &&. soon,
she was kindling a flame of her own.
her hair was down, curling up in waves, glued to her skin.
( it needed to be cut again, truth be told. ) now, it was closer
to her shoulders, rather than her ear.
her sword, it isn’t close to her. she doesn’t worry about his
attack, ( SHE DOESN’T CARE. )
if he wished to end her life, so be it.
Metric | Artificial Nocturne
i’m just as fucked up as they say i can’t fake the daytime i found an entrance to escape into the dark
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outside, rain showers before them, soaking the earth in
heaven’s tears. her clothing is damp, tainted with the remnants
of the outer monsoon, cave walls keeping her safe.
he’s sitting adjacent to her. the wanderer.
part of her wishes to ignore him. she can’t help but see the
merciful look his elder had given her, seconds before his blood
stained her weapon &&. poisoned her skin.
she can’t help but see tortured faces, everywhere she goes.
bloodied knuckles peel off layer by layer of her clothing, stripping
down to her undergarments-------bandages wrapped up her upper
body, midriff exposed, shorts covered her lower half.
she wasn’t shameful, not to him. she didn’t picture herself as anything
sensual, anything worth the slight look over, anything DESIRABLE.
the only desire he would hold, would be her HEAD.
“ mind if i start a fire ?? “
yasuo.
NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN, I’LL CRAWL MY WAY BACK TO HER.
HAPPINESS; from head to toe, it sings in his every nerve, body eager to be swept up by resonating melody. Today, he stands at the altar, clad in finest robes Ionia could offer him.
To say that he was excited - to say that he could not WAIT to watch his soon-to-be walk down the aisle…
He’s just glad he doesn’t have to use words right now.
anxieties churn in her stomach, looking herself over in
the mirror &&. peeking out at the small audience. she
felt as if in a performance, waiting for the curtains to draw
back. freshly cut silver strands hung at her shoulders, her
bangs gathered into a single braid, tucked behind her ear,
daisies woven into her locks.
her shoulders lay bare, freckles plaguing her skin, a soft
brown, easy on the eyes. she looked expertly crafted,
naturally beautiful, as if god had been extra careful, that he
payed attention to every detail, every little feature. he’d
made her perfect.
a bell sounds. her cue.
with small steps, white fabric tickles her legs as she walks, a
large slit exposing her left thigh, rose gold embellishing her
sternum.
they’re all looking at her. oh GOD. she wants to disappear,
she wants for it to seem as if she isn’t there. she isn’t the type
of person that should occupy minds. she isn’t anything special.
someone else should be taking her place. someone more
DESERVING.
&&. she looks up. looks at his smiling face. &&. somehow, all
of her worries seem to vanish.
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