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((Guess who keeps forgetting about this muse, gosh I really aught to return to him!))
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Naught was to be said
to retort the silverette’s bold statement.
Silence was an answer enough in itself, & as such, the crimson gunslinger’s own nonchalant gait in which a holster upon which gloved hand leisurely rested was carelessly unbuckled
— the sound deemed only as loud as a man’s exhalation.
“Why are you here, Yazoo?”
Christ forbid, how the man hates sounding like a broken record..
”After all, she is not.”
Like he had anticipated and tension remained, head tilted ever so lightly, focusing. Calculating. A futile effort, both had a high chance of wining, or losing. The risk was too high and thus one of the reasons he staved of attacking. It helped that he still felt hurt, having not been fast enough that one time. He knew that it nudged everything toward the other man’s favor.
Another question, the same, asked another time and he tossed his head again, “tsk.” His tone was mocking, seeming to catch upon the irritation. “You sound like a broken record.”
Nonetheless a chord was struck when she was mentioned and his eyes widened, pupils thinned. His features twisting into something ugly, before he spat his furious words, “I do not care for her,” not anymore remaining unsaid. He had seen what she had done and had not liked it one bit. The young male had turned against her, had for a long while now.
Even if the other two tried to nudge him toward her care again, would do so now, if they had been here with him. They weren’t though, leaving him to voice his distaste.
And to that remark, lips would skewed upward in an expression of bemusement that was only made more feral by the iridescent gleam in two carmine pools.
His expression of anger has not escaped unnoticed. And for a brief moment, invaginated grip wound around the hell-hound’s spine, only was forced to relax afterwards when no movement that can be detect as threats were made.
“What do you care about then?”
Remnants: they are as much a part of her as he was. Even within this body, some part of her still flow and see to the regeneration that had kept me looking the man I was all those thirty years ago. Sometimes it feels nearly like a fight between two deadly poisons within this fresh and bones.
Merely the thought of Chaos made me tightened my grip once more. The edges of pale lips were on the verge of peeling back, urged by how the squire truly felt about this… parasite.
“Tell me.”
Or I can just kill you.
Oh he was more than aware about the other’s dislike. Luckily he was the type to not care about such a thing, in fact one could say that the Remnant only found some kind of delight in it. His lips would have curved into a thin smile, but they remained stoic as he watched. A tense mess. Waiting.
The question though. It felt like a punch to the guts and his lips parted, ready to snap out a reply. Nothing left him though, leaving a silence from his side to stretch between the two of them. What did he care about?
Anyone else would have replied, no doubt or hesitation. It reinforced for him as well that he was not human. An outlier. The thought did give some comfort as well. Never intent on mingling among humans, to disappear among them. The command made his eyes flicker slightly, before eyelids dropped to half mast.
“I don’t see why I have to tell you anything.” He hissed, arrogantly tossing his head to the side. His moment of weakness had been obvious though, and Yazoo was more than aware of it.
Of course Vincent could kill him, easily perhaps, but the Remnant would give his all to take the other with him. His hands tightening in fists, prepared for a fight if necessary.
((Screams. I keep forgetting about this blog, I’m sorry. ;A; ))
The Morning After Sentence Starters
"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Why are you in my bed?"
"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."
"So.. Was it good?"
"Who topped?"
"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."
"I should go."
"This didn't mean anything."
"We shouldn't have done this..."
"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"
"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."
"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"
"This stays between us."
"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."
"Are you sneaking out on me?"
"So, how much for last night?"
"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"
"Don't answer it!"
"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"
"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."
"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"
((hoooboy, here we are again.))
Being a part of the KH/FF fandom consists of reblogging the same god damn image in different photo edits and gif formants with minuscule differences for 30000000 years until a game is released and we get more material to photo edit and gif.
((I guess this will be a blog that always will remain slow, afjoighorig. Which is a shame because I do love it and every RPer I met through this account. Guess I just don't have the energy to be more active while juggling like five other accounts. *lays down* Sorry I'm a disappointment. ;w; ))
"Apparently so," he agreed. His expression still trying to decide on an expression. It would no doubt look hilarious to anyone that wasn’t named Yazoo and wasn’t him.
Watching trying to decide what he was feeling was pretty darn hilarious, so a small smile cracked eventually. With a bemused shake of her head, she decided to try and help him out. “Normally, people are happy to get kisses…unless they’re allergic to physical contact. It’s a cheek kiss. Just enjoy the pleasantness of the feeling.”
He finally settled into a frown, before scrubbing at his cheek. She had seen him in a worse state already so this wouldn't be too bad. He hoped. He muttered unpleasantness underneath his breath, before staring at her again, "I am not happy." He stated, knitting his eyebrows together in a frown, "no."
"You won't get me to spill so easily!"
"You think that lowly about me?" He purred at her, fingers brushing down her cheek, far more gentle than he truly had been in moments prior. The movement didn't seem very genuine though, like he did something just because he could, "then I just have to try harder." He continued speaking, shaking his head lightly as if disappointed by something.
Torture sentece starters
the dark m!a list i made got a ton of notes so i decided to make one that's a little more fun
"Stop it! Please!"
"Stop the pain... I'm begging you."
"You won't be needing that eye anymore, might as well take it out."
"No one will save you."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I will make you suffer."
"P-please... anything but that..."
"I won't kill you, I'll do much worse."
"I won't let you get away with this."
"No! Stop!"
"What a mess I've made. Do you know how to get bloodstains out of clothing?"
"When I'm done with you death will be a blessing."
"You won't get me to spill so easily."
"You're insane!"
"Stop! I'll tell you what you want!"
"TELL ME!"
"You look so pathetic sitting there all chained up."
"Don't bother, the restraints are solid steel."
"I want to make sure you feel every second of this."
"I think you can live with a few fingers missing."
"By the time the police find you they won't be able to tell if your corpse is even human."
"How does this feel!?"
"Here's how it's going to work, you tell me what I want or I'll pour this boiling water on you and laugh at your screams."
He had, in fact, received kisses on the cheek before. He wouldn’t acknowledge that fact though, instead stared at her with a narrowed gaze, "no."
Crisis stared at Yazoo curiously, lips stretched into a thin line as her expression morphed into something resembling incredulity. “Is that so? Well, looked like you just got one, now.”
"Apparently so," he agreed. His expression still trying to decide on an expression. It would no doubt look hilarious to anyone that wasn't named Yazoo and wasn't him.
Biting kiss!
She had caught him with surprise, mouth agape and another pair was against his. Her tongue aggressively thrusting into his and he was not sure how to react. Of course he had been kissed before, but never like this. Once she withdrew he clamped his jaw shut, just enough to scratch her tongue with his teeth. At least he hadn't jerked back.
gunsmokeprincess replied to your post “Cheek kiss”
"Just giving you a kiss on the cheek -- you've received kisses before, right?"
He had, in fact, received kisses on the cheek before. He wouldn't acknowledge that fact though, instead stared at her with a narrowed gaze, "no."
Cheek kiss
((So only now did I see that I got an ask, sorry for that! >< ))
Blink bewildered at the feeling of soft lips against his cheek, then turn to look at her. His eyebrows knitted together, "what are you doing?"
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