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@kitmitsu
【 ＴＨＥ ＧＥＮＴＬＥＮＥＳＳ ＴＨＡＴ ＣＯＭＥＳ， ＮＯＴ ＦＲＯＭ ＴＨＥ ＡＢＳＥＮＣＥ ＯＦ ＶＩＯＬＥＮＣＥ， ＢＵＴ ＤＥＳＰＩＴＥ ＴＨＥ ＡＢＵＮＤＡＮＣＥ ＯＦ ＩＴ． 】 the lawn drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backward through the glass of every room. " i'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. " is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you? that i would take you there?
"well, we can definitely say the strength is mine and not yours if people start asking."
they had said they would find a fitting home in the first town they came across... naturally, that had turned to the second, then the third; each place wanting in some way the last had not been, or else failing by entirely different means. the first monastery had seemed too occupied with halls crowding orphaned children. the second had sat wrong in riku's bones for the opposite reason -- too quiet by half and too strangely barren of children altogether. the third, truth be told, had possessed no fault of its own safe one, for the moment they had crossed the convent threshold, the little one had broken into a wail until its face purpled. riku and henry had exchanged a look then, and decided unanimously that they best turn about to the gravelly road again.
that had been a fortnight ago.
a time in which they had said, with no small certainty, that the roads were no place for a child. and yet... here they sat beneath a star-dotted sky, circled round the smoldering bones of a campfire with said child wedged between them, happily gumming away on its own tiny fists as riku tried pry loose whatever hair strands clung to the skin.
indeed, so much for certainty.
"cute when it's sleeping. less so when it decides to pull out all of my damn hair." a titter-- the child, or henry? doesn't matter, riku arches an unimpressed brow nonetheless. "what's so funny, hm?"
@blacknighted
OPEN: morning? after: northside apartments - Sami
Sami was a more content animal after the fact, some of those hard edges smoothed after his more immediate needs were satisfied.
Now he sat by the bar a few steps from the bed, unabashed by his own nakedness, a brown leg hanging by the side, the cybernetic joint of the knee gleaming blood-red under the glow of the lights. Smoke in hand, he stared with unwarranted attention at the electric guitar resting on its stand at the corner. Not a collector’s item by any means, but well taken care of, the smooth planes of its surface gleaming.
Then he inhaled and seemed to remember he was not alone, a grin breaking through his face. It was a smile that had more mischief and mockery than genuine happiness.
“Well, well, you’re lookin’ thoroughly fucked,” his grin widened, chuckling at his own joke. “Wakey. wakey. Good— 3am, rise and crawl, if ya can.”
He took a drag from his cigarette, already seemeing to lose interest as he fished through the empty bottles over the breakfast bar
“So— hey, not that I got a problem with any of this—” he raised his eyebrows. “Trust me. And not that it’s any of my fuckin’ business. But are you in some kind of shit?” He waved his hand, cutting off any reply before it even began. “Like I said, I don’t give a fuck, and you don’t gotta start spillin’ just ‘cause we fucked. I’m only sayin’, this is a good place to lay low. If ya need it.”
any time riku suspected she couldn't sink deeper lows, life would prove otherwise by dragging her into yet another unthinkable well of shame -- cavities the depths of which could not be sounded.
as is the case now with her limping about, left leg swathed in bandages and the right side of her face kissed by one big purpling bruise (courtesy of a swab of concrete that decided to acquaintance itself with her skin just the night prior). just as her host, she's opted for a state of undress, meandering from bed to table with briefs riding low on the hips. his or hers? it's not like it matters at this point.
again, new lows.
"you extend an invitation to move in to every girl you got over?" it's said with barely a lilt of humor, cadence stilted and devoid of any and all sentiment as is her tendency. bumming a smoke off of him, the act of lighting the damn thing earns only the faintest of grimaces. "or is getting into trouble a ploy to attract them over to your place?"
a joke! but will he be able to tell, with ears not yet seasoned to distinguish the sarcasm in her voice? it's a different sort of skill honing, that.
smoke billows out her mouth's corner, the aftertaste bitter and acrid on her tongue (just as she likes it). "i wonder if your answer will stay the same if it's the big dogs that come knocking soon. you got a spare toothbrush?"
shunya takahashi
"A plane." Right. Or perhaps a dragon, he dimly humors, relegated to the status of some steel winged-pony.
He's done for. His synapses — and he hasn't quite learned that word yet, of course; he's still stumbling with his tongue on 'decaf cappuccino' — have ruptured like some pustule or their last night's omurice. Alas, it's come to the point that Henry's smothered his screaking, all that whirring in his skull till he heaved and he hoed (don't quote that)! So, what? What is he to do but sip at his beverage? He's coughing. Shelf that. What is he to do but jump a cliff? "My head's about to burst, you've spiked my drink with lightning or some other manner of devilry, and I'm watching metal carriages take the sky and God's green earth! Or, er, concrete. And I'm hardly wearing pants, you demon. It's a bloody chastity belt."
Awwww! He's having a panic attack! How endearing! He looks to her, and a Victoria's Secret ad nearly has him skedaddling to vespers. "Have you really got to drag me about?" That was a whiper-yell. "What advice can I offer between taking either the cotton or the polyester, ey? Neither's helping take me back!"
"i'd rather see you in a chastity belt than layers of chainmail armor."
amused, she watches henry patter and fumble before turning the color of maple leaves come autumn, his skin flushing soft and sudden as it takes on the pink of cherry blossoms breaking into bloom in spring. it is then, she briefly wonders, how'd he fare in one of those beaches tolerant of topless sunbathing, or sitting front row of a burlesque show. never mind nudity or promiscuity, he'd start fuming like a geyser if one of the hostesses in the cabaret clubs toshiro owned would start talking him up sweet.
"it's called sightseeing," she unhelpfully offers before taking another sip, ankles coming to criss-cross while leaning back against the motorcycle. "i can't let you return without having had a taste of all modern wonders." the unlimited supply of hot water during showers was only the beginning. riku had never really understood the concept of burying someone in excessive gifts or acts of service, but she did now. henry's reactions were priceless, after all. "have you figured out the basics of your phone yet?"
reaching into his back pocket -- hey!! --, she fishes out the device for him. the lockscreen picture of choice earns him a flat look.
it is not a thoughtless act, far from it, hand that lingers too long to feel warmth upon his palm, eyes that watch how his own thumb smears away the blood that stains her skin. he cannot help but think to himself about her beauty, the curve of her nose⸻ a gaze that spoke what words did not, that she wasn't quite used to such attention. no matter, with the patience of a saint, he would ensure that she would grow accepting of this, " well, have you considered that i can change the job description however i please? you're the one working under me, after all, darling, " words are spoken tenderly, but with a hint of smugness that cannot be ignored, " you protect me, ﹠ i wipe off the blood that comes from that. no ifs, no buts. "
@kitmitsu ⤻ cont.
riku has learned, through many trials and tribulations, some mysteries remain best unsolved. and is mirage not an enigma despite the ill-advised fashion in which he wears his heart on his sleeve? sentiment and emotion alike stitched impeccably in the fabric? flawlessness: just the way he carries himself. and who is she to try as she might dig and find a fault? "many would consider that an infringement on employee rights, sir," comes the ever so defiant reply -- lip to many, but a quip to only those who have known her long enough. handkerchief discarded, she moves to fix his tie and ends tugging it up tighter than necessary. "your concern is appreciated, but i fear blood is part of the job. so long as it's not yours, right?"
hiii <3 i return. sorry for my random ass 2 month hiatus lmao life took a little turn. but i am here neowww and i missed writing. i have some drafts that 80% ish finished i need to rewrite a little and then polish. ill try to queue them or maybe go 'fuck t' and post it all at once we shall see. i did filter out some unplotted stuff. my priority will always be plotted stuff + well fleshed out dynamcis!
anyways im excitey! there's even a new oc in the himitsu twins universe hehe. not sure if ill write him yet tho. but ill put out the intro either way
ok i go sleep now
Henry blinks. He sticks his head out the bathroom, brows knitted like a spool of thread. "What?" Hans glances up from his unpacking, all Louboutin's or whatever, the spoiled ponce. "You blocked Riku? How come?"
He sighs. "Like you don't know, Henry! She made emojis of me! You saw them! And as the Grinch no less! You and I both know bloody damn well that I'm a delight!"
Riiiiiight.
TO: >> SKŘÍTEK [Dnes 03:06] Sunburn lines, you mean TO: >> SKŘÍTEK [Dnes 03:10] Don't have me to lather you up, remember?
That was...certainly a phrase. English is odd. Riku's little blue bubble blips on and off several times, and Henry almost thinks of defenestrating himself before an uncharacteristically friendly reply fills his screen.
Thank god (a.k.a Toshiro).
TO: >> SKŘÍTEK [Dnes 03:10] Girl like you? Come off it. You don't need a hero, but doesn't mean I won't do it
She's more a butcher's girl with those hands of a wrangler and that mouth like a whip. Somehow, that's only all the better, but girls like feeling spoiled on occasion, haven't they? He thinks of all his wounds she'd seen to. Pulling up his browser, he starts thumbing through airlines.
TO: >> SKŘÍTEK [Dnes 03:25] Sure. It's on me. I bought the ticket. I don't think you can take it easy even all the way over there. I know you. That's not the sort of thing you do, and you catch trouble like the plague
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TO: >> SKŘÍTEK [Dnes 03:26] I care about you you know?
the chime signalling a new message is what saves the damned device from being chucked into the water (along with her brother), and while toshiro's sly smile curves wider and upward, all that rises in riku's face is the sakura-shade of pink.
"s'that some sort a' confession emotionally awkward people give nowadays?" he asks around the straw in his mouth.
shouldering him away, riku holds the phone in an angle where toshiro can't read along,
TO: MOMO [09:28] With you here it'd be double trouble
"double trouble?" alas, no strategic relocation proved fruitful, given toshiro's failed attempt to stifle a chuckle. the bastard followed the conversation through its reflection on her sunglasses. "very suave. he flirts like a college linebacker and you like a freshman who's never dated before. i pray this hans you spoke of is nothing like the both of ya."
riku's mind briefly wanders to a recollection featuring ruddy-cheeked hans blitzed on some high-end drinks and decides it wiser not to answer.
TO: MOMO [09:31] We deserve a trip I'd say TO: MOMO [09:31] Besides I fear I'm already missing my sparring partner
then, just to spite her brother and maybe make things difficult for henry too,
TO: MOMO [09:33] Besides, with all the sunscreen I need help with, I'll have an excuse to feel how gentle your hands can be for a change
oofotyknit
“it’s a plane,” riku explains with all the notable detachment of a woman living in the twenty-first century and not so easily stirred by the promises of modern innovation. she pushes the carton cup of sprite into his hands, then takes a sip of her own. for a man who’d insulted the legal amount of alcohol in their drinks just the night prior, he better not shrivel and wither away at his first ever sip of a carbonated drink. “they’re aircrafts. i guess you could see them as very big carriages that fly in the air. there’s helicopters too.” riku wondered, briefly, whether she could drag him into one someday, then remembered his reaction to her motorcycle’s engine sputtering alive. hm. “believe it or not, but riding a horse is a luxury reserved for only few. how do the pants feel?”
@blacknighted plotted started henry's in the futureeee
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kisses (part 4): dialogue
"x?" "yeah?" "kiss me." "what?" "please. kiss me."
"please. let me kiss you." "why?" "i need to prove how much i love you."
"what would you do if i kissed you?"
"i really want to kiss you." "that's not funny." "who said i was joking?"
"i'm gonna be eighty before you finally kiss me, won't i?"
"you're blushing." "how could i not after you kiss me like that?"
"you know, i still remember the first time i ever kissed you. even though we were both drunk/high out of our minds... i still remember the first time i kissed you."
"i could kiss you for the rest of my life."
"come on, x, it's very clear that you like them." "what, i can't kiss my friends on the cheek?"
"i'm not very good at this." "well, i guess it's a good thing we have forever to practice."
"why did you do that?" "i've been wanting to for so long. i couldn't help myself."
"can we go somewhere more private?"
"i can't stop thinking about it. you tasted so sweet."
"jesus, i never would've taken you as a rough kisser."
"it doesn't mean anything." "maybe not to you."
"nobody's ever kissed me like you just did."
"i just can't take watching someone else kiss you when it should be me."
"i told you you could kiss me, but watch your hands, x." "they have a mind of their own. i can't help it."
"i can't stop thinking about how your lip gloss tasted."
"you look so pretty with your lip gloss/stick smeared on your face."
"i want to be your last first kiss."
"could i kiss it better?"
"can we talk? about the kiss?" "why, so i can feel embarrassed again?"
"you just look so cute, how could i not want to kiss you?"
"if you really don't feel anything, then surely a kiss would prove that, right?"
"please, just... one kiss."
"you know, you could've just asked me to kiss you. you didn't have to pine over me for so long."
"you're drunk." "and?"
❤︎ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 ! ( a collection of 75+ kisses. feel free to specify the initiating muse. potentially mature content within. UPDATED 02/25 ! )
finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.
pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.
a kiss shared during a game ( truth or dare, spin the bottle, etc ).
kissing your lover to show you forgive them.
a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.
an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.
wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.
a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.
lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.
kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.
a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.
a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.
a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.
a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.
a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.
biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.
heated kisses while tugging on their hair.
abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.
an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.
a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.
distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.
standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.
kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.
a kiss while being reunited after a long time.
kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.
a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.
kissing your lover to take away their pain.
colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.
a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.
a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.
sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.
an abrupt , heated kiss during the middle of a fight.
a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.
an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.
kissing them to shut them up.
urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.
a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.
sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.
kissing your lover just above their waistband.
kissing your partner to seal a marriage.
pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.
a possessive kiss to stake a claim.
a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.
a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.
kissing the top of their head as you hold them.
a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.
a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.
a kiss that means absolutely nothing.
kissing the swell of your lover's breast.
a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.
a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).
a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.
sensual kisses down the length of their back.
kissing them to confess your true feelings.
sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.
a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.
a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.
an ( accidental / mutually ) drunken kiss.
an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.
kissing your partner after they've given you head.
caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.
a kiss after receiving good news.
an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.
crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.
a tentative , exploratory kiss between friends.
a kiss shared between enemies during combat.
a kiss that smears blood everywhere.
kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.
kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.
a kiss after a devastating event , meant to comfort.
a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.
kisses while pulling them into your lap.
a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.
kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.
a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.
kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.
holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.
holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.
a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.
an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.
sleepy , domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.
a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.
a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.
hey can you not post the sad riku ones. for me
riku got into visual arts bc when she was 8 she was so diabolically lonely she'd recreate the faces of people kind 2 her in public to keep her company
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Endless are those stories that dog him. Henry's heard them. Aye, aim blindly at his feet and let loose the arrow! Like a dog would, he's discovered, it'll lunge with its jaws and find your throat.
Henry frowns. At best, he had deemed it the better part of wisdom — and yes, self preservation, too, stars above watch him, for both his mortal flesh and his patience — to avoid him like the airs of a feasting plague. Alas, they had never spoken fondly of his character or even of the great of his deeds since none quite existed. In fact, he was had thought him a perfectly wretched creature, a cockling of a prince with a rage fit for hell, but for all of his doubt for such a twisting beast?
He knew himself. Partly. Dear god, he hadn't even seen him.
A breath. "Your proper, Sir, or mine?"
A moment yowls. He can practically hear the rope's swing now, but he stills himself as he tears his gaze away from the arena. Were the prince to turn, he might spy — oh, those shoulders! That knowing face! — an able body. "I only mean that I've some training myself, your highness. Even tested the steel of foreign invaders on occasion where I'm from. But I haven't your learning, Sir, and to be honest with you, I haven't seen much by ways of proper here." He spies the pitiful arena. What a claim, true as it is, perhaps excusable for his foreigness, his ignorance, but— "...but I can, Sir, if I may."
few paces off comes the sharp splutter of a stumbling squire, followed quick by a strangled hiss at a pommel driven neatly into his belly. to most, it might pass as clumsiness -- a lad’s poor footing earning him a bruised rib -- but any court-seasoned eye would know it a chastising of a squire who dallies too near a blether with prince, howsoever accidental.
“there’s only one proper.” his voice is eerily composed -- flat and frigid as a parchment-thin sheet of ice, and about as forgiving. the prince eyes him then, the hotspur, and expects he fancies his parries half as quick as his troublesome wit. “find me a sword and i’ll show you.”
truth be told, few men dare address him at all, and fewer yet with such unguarded grit. much as aerion may appreciate a subject willing to make sport of their own neck for the sake of amusement, he keeps his boundaries close-drawn and his tolerance tighter still.
foreigner or no, hierarchy remains a universal truth, and never once has the dragon found himself at the bottom of the food chain.
once a sword has been acquired, aerion gives it an experimental twirl. “your ignorance is understandable.” he peels off the leather guard and with it the blade's dull edge. “a man bred lacking and hemmed in by others of the same poor make can hardly be expected to know what is proper skill. wouldn’t you say?”
