p[r]etty poppet

if it's youI don't care about saving my body just  { seeing you smile }  onceis enough for me

[byebyeseunghyun-deactivated2013]

[8282x]

[shuuyaki-deactivated20150112]

[mhythology-deactivated20160909]

she was beautiful and her name dripped from their lips like honey, like blood. she was beautiful and men bled in her honour, they made the air ring with the clash of metal and each strike was for her.

oh, what will men do for a face that could launch a thousand ships? (a.c)

[deprxfundis]

     “is that true?” They were not doubting the other’s honesty, but they did have to admit this one was a strange case, wasn’t it? “Perhaps you’re a warrior and your body is well-trained?” Their blue eyes scanned the unknown figure, looking for a hint or a detail which would help them understand. A brief pause followed before they asked their last question. “Or aren’t you human at all?”

[heartsnares]

      { ❦❋} ➤ His eyes widened at the suggestion that he might not be human, painted face briefly becoming a canvas of horror. “I am human,” he said, sounding both shocked and offended. Certainly, his body did not age nor die even when receiving lethal damage, but that meant nothing. If anything, he was a human touched by Fae (or so he desperately liked to believe). “The reason I can move like this is because my master required it of me.”

[xntheshadows]

     how odd to see him, who had always been wary with strangers, approaching the geisha as if he had nothing to fear, as if he was sure the other would not hurt him in the slightest. No reply came to that sentence, though the look in Irial’s eyes clearly said that he did not expect it either. He had thought their paths had separated when Mitsuru had left him, but apparently he had been wrong. Fate worked in such weird ways… 

     “Where have you been?”

[heartsnares]

   { ❦❋} ➤ Mitsuru wasn’t quite sure whether he should be happy or sad to see the child, for this was by far not the best of places to reside -- especially for someone his age. Even if Mitsuru could watch over him, Irena’s will was absolute. Perhaps he could ask her a favour, but he preferred to keep her pleased and not meddle with her affairs unless she asked him to. Besides, he didn’t know how the child had gotten here... what reasons he might have had.

  “I have been here,” he answered. “I serve Lady Irena.”

[heartsnares]

[cruelvanity]

    She’ll gently place the fan under the artisan’s chin, lifting it up slightly so she may look into those lovely eyes of theirs. “I am up here, dear. Not down there.”

[heartsnares]

   { ❦❋} ➤ Oh, how very undignified--yet the smile on her face says she does not mind, and thus neither does he, at least for this one time. “Yes, my lady.”

[cruelvanity]

[heartsnares]

[heartsnares]

[frankreich]

[waffelsnack]

[lovinglines]

[xntheshadows]

heartsnares

     it had been a while since they had last met, but now here they were again, crossing paths in one of those endless corridors. Red eyes immediately recognized the figure on the other side, but fears and doubts stopped him from making any gesture at all. What if the other did not recognize him or had forgotten about him? Both ways, Irial would just stop and stare at him, ready to run away if he did not like the look in the stranger’s - who was not such a stranger anymore - eyes.

[heartsnares]

    { ❦❋} ➤ Irena gathered many sorts of children, children that Mitsuru preferred to ignore if he could help it, for he had learned that his lady disliked his gentle approach. Initially he had been planning to pass the child as he would have passed any servant of the house, (that was to say, without sparing them as much as a single glance,) but a flash of red caught his attention. The false geisha stopped in his tracks, gaze cast down at the child to return the stare.       “I had not expected to see you here,” he said at last, his voice soft.

[heartsnares]

[heartsnares]

[heartsnares]

cruelvanity:

  She doesn’t mind that at all, the look in her eyes softening, allowing the malicious glint it so often possessed to disappear.  Fingers moved upwards, brushing away dark locks, making sure that none of the make-up the geisha was wearing would be smudged in the process.        “When I see you, I simply–.” Feel at ease. Though a woman of such emotive words she was not, keeping it to herself but it was also for the reason that it STILL surprised her that she’d come to view the artisan in such a way, it would keep on gnawing on her, it made her question things she rather not think about.

     { ❦❋} ➤ Occasionally he still found himself surprised, in the most pleasant of ways, that such an amazing woman thought of him worthy--but he never doubted it, absolutely certain that Irena would only ever mean the best for him, as she always had.      Silver eyes studied her face as he waited for her to finish her sentence. Whatever it was she had intended to say, it clearly was a difficult thing. The false geisha didn’t want to press her, but at the same time he felt it would be rude to interrupt. Instead of speaking he lifted a hand touch the Lady’s cheek, much like she had done only moments prior.