❛ (FALSE ) HUMANITY ;

& he is a B R E A T H I N G heart ; a docile ᴋɪɴɢ in waiting.

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ah, he is so mean. how dare he have the courage to brush her hair with his ever so gentle fingers, when she is so tired, still in the arms of sleep? to her, he is but the kiss of the morning breeze. 

                     & three times she blinks, in bed, beneath his gaze.                      ❝ … ❞, only then, another sigh. but she would never                     break such a simple promise! not to him, never to him.                     slowly, the girl starts to move. ❝ fine. ❞

[igniseques]

     any who knew of this wielder of lightning knew better than      to touch her hair, knew better than to even attempt such an      intimate touch upon a piece of herself so closely guarded      to her person. petite she may be, but she was as quick &      volatile as the electricity she commanded, even the most      lightest of sparks dancing at her fingertips should anyone      dare come near without her permission.

                                  shiki knew of her power, but more so he knew her. knew                                   just how much pressure to apply, knew when to ( gently )                                   tug, when to ( gently ) pull, knew how to twist & turn & all                                   things in between--all without causing her the slightest bits                                   of discomfort.

                & it is with that same gentle touch did he nudge the other                 out of bed, prodding until he got his way & simply laid                 down, movements nearly cat-like in nature as he curled                 about himself in the warmth that she left in her wake.

                              ❝ 'Kay. I’ll be here. ❞

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                    ❝ it’s sunday. ❞ ; so she says. quiet and so lazy,                     tangled up in blankets. from the closed window, the                     sound of birds. she sighs.

[igniseques]

                              ❝ You promised you’d go with me to the shoot. Rima. ❞

          slender fingers carded themselves against those           silken strands, careful not to tangle them lest he           face the wrath of lightning itself.

                                ❝ Wake up. ❞

                                                      surely only she would hear the slight, varying intonations                                                       that caused the whine in his voice, the pout at his lips. 

[igniseques]

things to do! make new theme redo icons ( ??? ) revamp most things on this blog actually

[igniseques]

                ❝ ----Rima. Wake up. ❞

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                                               HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEIGH. ♥

               ( you deserve much more than this. but thank you, friend, for everything. )

[igniseques]

electxcrat:

Oh, did that sound eager or too eager. She only pointed out how unorderly he fixes his attire in the morning. Maybe it was a pet peeve she had, but then again she really could care less if it were someone else.

It seems like a consecutive trail of corrections she made corresponding to him. She excused herself from finishing her red tie to fix his oh-so-very-crooked one. Slender digits made their way to undo the catastrophe of a knot, the familiar silky swipe noises made.

They were known for being the two of a few words, yeah? Without any terminology announced, she tightened the knot (not too tight of course) and, not even giving him an upper-glance, she resumed to doll herself.

                       ”Lazy… Learn how to do it right, loser.”

She would say something along those lines everytime, but it was never really acknowledged, leading her to re-doing it most mornings. Not that she had a significant complaint about it.

     not at all were her supposedly sharpened words      brought into consideration. they were monotonous,      an automatic response in their little nightly rituals      that were always repeated. perhaps not in the same      way every single time, but it was always along the      same lines. it didn't matter that tonight was the      slightest of changes ( a rather obnoxious ball, but      it was better than classes that he himself would      only sleep in ), in the end, it was just like any other      evening in the lives of the night class.

                       ❝ Mm. ❞

                                        without a word to its owner, he made himself at                                         home atop her bed, waiting without complaint                                         as she finished readying herself. of course he                                         thought that she didn't need much more--she                                         was in dazzling appearance, her very presence                                         turning heads & capturing hearts; she was a                                         model, after all, porcelain skin & sharp tongued                                         to match--but he knew better than to advise her                                         on what to do.

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nivatusaer:

      Naturally.

❝       and a few others, no doubt. ❞

     well, that did sound like something      the elder aristocrat would do.

                ❝ You sound like you're used to it. ❞

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irukas:

"…oh. That’s just your face, then. I see. Right. Apologies.” 

               ❝ Why wouldn't it be?                                    ----s'okay.❞

[igniseques]

irukas:

"You don’t look all that well. You’re not ill, are you?” Are you contagious?

                 ❝ I'm----always like this? ❞

[nostalgic-scent]

[itsmicca]

The loneliest moment in someones life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via itsmicca)

[igniseques]

ashenregrets:

ＳＵＦＦＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ ——                                              Too much, too much, overflowing                                                                                                             the result can only equal ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. 

⌈❇⌋—In a school of vampires, Shiva was an anomaly. He was human through and through but every three days, he needed to purge his body of all the excess blood produced by his marrow. Shiki, had so graciously been assigned to be his blood sucker, and exactly every three days they ended up in the same, sullen room.

       —"Shiki, can we make conversation afterwards?" Unwrapping the sterile bandages that always hid his neck, he revealed a series of scars on his pale white skin. Each one serving a reminder of who he was.

           Taking out a switchblade from his back pocket, he made a clean cut across his neck. He took meticulous care of that blade, making sure to sharpen it at the first sign of dulling. It was only due to it’s fine edge that it could make such a fine cut. Shiva had this whole procedure down to the method - a deep cut to draw an adequate flow of blood but it would not start bleeding until a few seconds later.

       —"Drink up." 

it wasn't as if he wasn't so enthralled with the sight of blood, no ( he was a vampire; quite the opposite, really ) but the fact that he was all but ordered to help this human by drinking his blood so willingly on campus grounds that forbade such things -- safe to say that the noble had his questions about the entire thing at first. 

if it weren't for the fact that this boy -- shiva, his name? -- was such an anomaly, shiki doubted they'd even have met. one of the day class, the other of night; one who dwelled within the light & the other a monster of the dark. at this point, he wasn't sure if he even really wanted to, such opposites their personalities seemed to be, a clash of water & blood, of earth & metal & all things in between. 

impassively he watched that knife cut along pale skin, clean, swift, & the scent of blood immediately surrounded them, changing his usually blue-grey irises to turn a brilliant crimson. it coated their skin & clothes & it was there & here & all around & it smelled so good.

but------not nearly as intoxicating, as addicting, as sweet, as profound as rima's. 

                  ❝ ——at least sound like this is unnerving to you. ❞ 

never once had he met a human so willing to have their lifeblood taken away from them. but despite it all, shiki stepped toward the slightly taller male, taking care not to pierce skin with those elongated fangs & began to feed.

at least it didn't taste repulsive.

[igniseques]

               ❝ ----will you stop that? ❞ 

     you're going to get blood all      over his uniform. stop it.

[igniseques]

relations page finally up !! added: astrapaeus, cantatrix, nivatusaer, gelidumregis, && sange-rasarit

[jugayism]

Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light.

Turkish Proverb (via catic)

[kurai-reii]

[thousandbirds]

[igniseques]

              ▸  01いち.    ▸  02 に.    ▸  03さん.          ❛   these                      BATTLE   SCARS                             don’t look like they’re F A D I N G——  ❜                       ❝  don’t look                                      like they’re                                                    E V E R                                                           going away——. ❞