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stranger​:

⠀⠀⠀⠀sour …   sour? it didn’t sound terrible. all he heard was pineapple and it was enough to intrigue, however icey eyes flick to peer at the smaller man assisting him. it did seem like a warning.  ❛ what would you suggest?  ❜  to him they were all nothing but a wide array of colorful drinks which he couldn’t fully decipher. he knew it was better to make full use of this strangers generosity while he had him here. 

      “me..? i’m not particulaly fond of sour.. i prefer the strawberry or the melon-” he points at the pink and green drinks respectively, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “but at the end of the day, it’s really up to your preference... so you should choose the one you think you’ll enjoy.. or the one most intriguing to you?” 

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stranger​:

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀one palm pressed flat against the cold protective glass case of the vending machine. his head quizically tilted to the side, eyes inspecting the still somewhat unfamiliar characters on the selection screen. the kitsune left in charge of re-familiarizing him with the updated version of their language had been unexpectingly helpful yet still it was all too much to cram in one sitting.  ❛ hu…  what does this say? ❜  a red finger extended to tap the glass in front of the bottled pineapple juice he had been hoping to select. 

     he considers walking by. how strange is it for someone to not know what’s in the vending machine? maybe he’s foreign- but his accent is too fluent, isn’t it? .. <what a strange scent > 

               “uhm.. it’s pineapple juice..” he keeps a certain distance, head tilted slightly. “it’s pretty sour.. so you’ll only like it if you enjoy sour things..??” 

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stranger​:

@luncire​​ || closed starter (for cardia.)

      “ HEY, you’re awake. ” A relieved smile came to take his lips upon the sight and he greeted her with a bowl of stew he had prepared for his weakened guest. He carefully shut the door before he made his way over to pull up a chair to sit by her bedside. 

      They were currently situated at the Seiros Adventurer’s Guild’s guest room and the mercenary had tasked himself with watching over her for the time being. After having found her collapsed in the middle of the forest, Richard immediately brought her back to the guild in a pnic, unable to leave her alone in such a state when there was a possibility that her fate could’ve taken a turn for the worst so here they were. “ Here, I brought you some food. Figured you should get some food in you before you collapse again but more importantly, how are you feeling ? I was pretty shocked to find you passed out in the middle of the forest but good thing I found you before any of the strays got to you. Do you remember anything that happened ? ”

   she stirs weakly, blinking bleary eyes open to find the source of the voice. who was this again? and where was she? and.. who, was she? her mind struggles to grasp at straws, holding tightly onto a single word. “...” she’s overwhelmed by the questions.  

         she reaches out a hand, lightly touching his arm. food. ok, she can work with that, she remembers food. she dips her finger in the hot soup, pulling it out and licking her finger. yeah, ok, it’s fine, she supposes. not her favorite. what’s her favorite? 

       “i feel.. decent. physically, my condition does not seem in want of much. however, i’m afraid my memory does not seem to have such favorable conditions.” what does she remember? what was that word again? that word from earlier. “..cardia. is my name, but.. there is naught else i remember, i’m afraid.” 

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lancelot​:

she tries to act as if this is merely incidental, though lancelot doesn’t pick up that he should go along with it. instead he watches guinevere, focused on her with a more idle level of intent than anything particularly focused. he likes watching her move - there’s an elegance to all her actions. a smooth flowing like that of a river over small rock, the movement of her sleeves’ fabric like the sun reflecting off water.

he ducks his head for her when her hands near him, allowing the queen to crown him. “would you like me to make one for you? i don’t think it’ll be as neat, though.”

   the ducking is welcome, he does tower quite a bit above her, after all. she steps back for a moment, a content smile on her face. yes, he looks quite lovely with this little crown of flowers adorning him. he may never be a king, but he has a place beside her. it’s a simple act of her adoration, really.           “only if you wish. i could teach you, should you care to learn?” she takes a step closer, bestowing a small kiss to his brow. “though i am content too, should you choose not to. time spent with me would be payment enough.” 

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    throws the ninth bean on the ground.

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sen:

To some extent a part of him loathed this. Despised the fact that she had him within the palm of her hand. Dancing to the tune she’s set, leaving him entranced and trapped within whatever pace she may set. Hani was a smart women and knew the way to get him to tango with her. It leaves him breathless- laughing against the crook of her neck as hot air tickled her skin. 

The dance the two had been engaged in was seemingly coming to it’s end and yet he wasn’t sure if he could take that risk and give his final dip. The lingering uncertainty of whether or not this was yet another game to her had him feeling unexpectedly vulnerable. 

“Had I not know of your vixen nature would I fall for such words.” Even now was he staggering to not come undone within the embrace of her arms. The words she spoke was all he wanted to hear and YET- he’s pulling back. Every fiber of him was screaming that this was another one of her con’s. “It’s almost as if you actually want me.” 

His head draws back to gaze upon her. An unreadable expression settled on his features yet those dark eyes pierced hers. “Always?” He chided up within a forced snort. “I’ll give you an opportunity to admit you’re joking… and if you aren’t?” A pause, one that lasted a few minutes but during this silence had a smile took to his features. One that grew over the span of the three minutes he remained silent. Going from an innocent enough smile to the dark smirk it had been now.

“You’ll be mine.” His eyes closed as his head tilted. “Understood?”

something about him was just absolutely, sinfully tempting. maybe it was that he knew how disgusting she was yet wanted her all the same- or maybe it was that he too smelled of bloodlust and crime.. or maybe what really got her was that paralleled to all that, even knowing what she was he didn’t look at her with disgust, but like she was just as tempting nevertheless.            maybe it was the possessive way he held her, and the words that threatened anyone who’d touched her before. she couldn’t say. all she knew is what burned for him burned for him alone, and she wasn’t lying, despite her teasing.      she lets her face fall in a girlish pout--reflexes too attuned to acting the way men wanted. though for him- he got the most honest version of herself, still layered behind a fresh coat of deceit.. but inlaid with a morsel of truth. 

            she lets out a breathy exhale, hooking her leg around his, whine accompanying the already-present pout on her face. “vixen? me?? how cruel..” 

       she leans forward with her upper body, face pressing close to his but pausing with a smile, lips reaching to press up against his neck rather than his mouth. hands reach up from around his back to around his head, fingers tangling with his hair. 

                    “i want you more than anything, why would i jest?” she tilts her head, now the one with the smirk on her face. “don’t you know i wouldn’t lie to you, sen?” she watches his eyes, smirk fading with a somewhat curious expression.          “hurry and make me your’s, then.” 

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sen​:

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❛  well ,  i’m  not  afraid .  ❜ ( hani )

“Of what I could do to you?” His eyes are gazing down upon her as his hand connected with the wall she had been pushed up against. The distance between the both of them was to none. Her breath tickled his lip but he wouldn’t budge if anything it further pushed him to the edge. The tension shared between the two had already been so thick but it’s seem this was the final push that had him reacting the way she likely wanted.

“I’ve told you countless times, Hani.” His other hand settles on her hip, fingers rubbing a circle over the clothed skin. “Wanting me means that you can only be mine.” His face dips down into the crook of her neck, lips whispering into the skin that was there. “I won’t tolerate you playing around.” These words came out in a far more threatening tone than any of the other have.

“I’ll make them all regret thinking they could touch, let alone even speak to you.” He draws quiet, allowing silence to fill the air for a few moments.

“So, I’ll ask again.” His voice finally comes back out as his lips place a chaste kiss to her neck. “Do you really want me?”

 some things are about their relationship is predictable. the transactional aspect of working together, where they go usually when they’re getting dinner together, how far she knows she’s allowed to push before he starts getting annoyed-- 

        but of course, being who she is, she can’t let things settle, that’s no fun.. so she constantly has to be pushing those limits- which is exactly what’s resulted in this situation, pressed against a wall, his face so close she could press lips if she leans forwards even the slightest bit. 

      and of course, he should know better than expecting a different response. he’d read her correctly after all, she’d gotten the effect she wanted. that despite knowing both of them had other little interests and flings; ultimately, she wanted to be his. 

        “and if i do? do i get you all to myself? do i get to be your’s till i die?” 

      she’d been startled at first, but having adjusted to the situation, she lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck. “i’ve always wanted you. i’d get rid of them in an instant, if that meant i got to be your’s.. unless you wanted to yourself~” 

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❛  you  really  wanted  to  talk  to  me ,  didn’t  you ?  ❜ ( dylan )

It’s pathetic how stirred up his voice made his heart. 

His head leaned back and hit the wall as the hand clutching the cellphone that Dylan had been speaking through tightened it’s hold. He has yet to say anything but by the sharp inhale he took? Those words lit a fire within the black haired male. “Unfair.” His other hand clutched silky fabric- an article of clothing which belonged to the one who wasn’t here.

Sen knows he’s been busy  ——  Dylan keeps him up to date as “ requested “ (if you could call sen’s possessiveness and dislike of being kept out of the loop that) so he has a general idea of what kept him away

Yet ——  

Not being able to see him as often makes him feel vulnerable. Knowing he’s out there posing to be the lover of some drugged up moron only makes him antsy. “There’s so much I want to say to you right now.” He wanted to curse at him, tell him off for not coming back sooner but those words don’t leave his mouth. Instead all that followed was another inhale. 

The hand grasping his shirt brings it to his face, gently he pushes his face against it. It smelt like Dylan and that loosened the uneasiness of not having him around.

His face lifts up slightly from the fabric as he mumbled tenderly into the phone. “Yet all that’s coming to mind is how much I miss you. It’s gross.” Otherwise known as a code word for come see me soon. 

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stranger​:

“heyyy! no problem. I know what it’s like to be doing some errands and the rain kinda decides to screw you over!” seven lets out a carefree laugh. “so, what’s that you’re clinging onto? annnd where we heading, bud?” seven flashes a toothy smile. 

    this guy was so .. cheerful.. “it’s.. it’s bread..” he didn’t feel like he needed to explain more.. he probably didn’t care anyways. he tilted his head slightly, voice tinged with concern. “aren’t you like.. worried..? i’m a stranger, what if i lead you somewhere bad..”  he wouldn’t.. but how concerning.. after having known aki... theodore knew there were all kinds of bad people around. 

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asa​:

maybe it made him snort. a little. she was funny… he’d give her that. “we can’t have you going broke.” asa rolls his eyes as his teeth clicked. “bookstore? lame. imagine reading for fun.” some light banter, at least for asa. “sure about that? I figure you know if I pick it’d be nothing but meat.”

“I mean I’m all for having a meaty stew if you are.” though despite all his complaints his feet were already moving in the direction of their destination.

   “of course not.. then who would become your pocket money...” it really was all jokes. she was thankful for him and his friendship; and things like ‘services’ deserved fees. she knew better than anyone. 

                “oh, i know.. reading and using my brain? i’m living with the epitome of suffering..” now that she’s somewhat come off her episode, she feels more comfortable joking around with him. 

         she laughs, nodding her head. “lots of meat.. meat stew.. but.. you have to eat your veggies too~ so you can gwow big and stwong~” a teasing baby voice, just to see his reaction.

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asa​:

“what? you really thought a service this good was free?” he gives a sly grin. maybe teasing her was fun but to some extent he was sincere with his words. asa was always looking for a quick buck which is why he engaged in rather sketchy practices. 

“sure - food sounds good to me.“ he smiles. maybe only she would get off easy. anyone else? nah. “now, where’d you need me to escort you too? you were in the middle of it before the vision happened.”

it was better ‘paying’ him than having to explain to some stranger to get a bodyguard or worse, having to constantly explain to strangers what was ‘wrong’ with her. 

        she let out an overly exaggerated sigh of relief, dragging a hand across her forehead. “whoo.. thank goodness.. i have bills to pay this week...” it was a joke, if he had wanted actual payment, she gladly would have provided it for him. “i was just going to the bookstore... we can stop by the grocery store right after? we can pick out your dinner!” 

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nina​:

chouko was everything admired ( everything she wanted to be ) - she was radiant and that beacon of hope & comfort that nina needed.

it’s the relief which dawns on her. she’s always so scared of being a burden, dare even as hassle but the flash of chouko’s smile is enough reassurance to know she wasn’t. “yes! ye-ah! um! i’d love too!” 

  in a way, nina had been one to save her too. she was the one who’d given chouko this second chance, so she and ruri could find this new family for themselves.. of course she’d do anything she could to make her happy too! 

        “yay!! it’ll be much nicer to get to go with such a wonderful friend~”  in reality, chouko didn’t much mind going out to get groceries on her own. after all, she was one of the few who didn’t actually do anything in the house to bring in money, helping with household chores felt like the least she could do.. but it would definitely be nicer with the other’s company. “and we can get special treats since we’re the ones going!! is there anything you like eating, nina??” 

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stranger​:

@luncire​  liked for a starter and received 『 SEVEN』

“well, don’t stand there in the rain! come on.” holding out his umbrella for the other.

   he normally wouldn’t go anywhere near a stranger.. but the baguette he just bought to cook alo a special dinner can’t get wet just from this rain..!! he ducks his head under, hugging the bread to his chest. “...thank you.. for your help-” 

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asa​:

if there’s anyone who knows what the unpredictability of your abilities activating without your desire - it would be him. asa becoming capable with his partial reaper abilities didn’t happen overnight. the amount of times he’s accidentally drawn spirits to him- he can’t even count on all his fingers combined.  

relief eases down onto him. “good.” he chimes up. “people need to learn a little about boundaries.” such a common thing and so many lacked it. “perhaps for a reasonable price i’d be more than willing to do just that.” he flashes a smile. 

the predictions were a doozy even when she was trying to get them- when they came at her in flashes like this, not only was it alarming, it was essentially impossible to understand. a blur of colors, sounds, vague faces..  she’d try to decipher them, but she was never as certain as she was with others. 

             “a reasonable price..”   she puffs out her cheeks, almost wanting to protest- but no, she’s thankful enough he helped her out today. she puts her hands on her hips, offering a little smile. “is a homemade dinner good enough for payment for today??” 

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lazar​:

what irritated him was the fact she had been right  ─ she could flay him right here and now for thinking he had even the right to speak to her like this ( but she would lose a worthy pawn if she dared lay her precious hands on him ) so it’s why the male felt confidence in saying such a thing.

there are very less people round who could readily take another life versus those who wouldn’t. he wants to grunt  but he knows better than to show anymore disrespect. “once more  ─  with all due respect that isn’t what I do.“

you give him a name and an identity. he goes and kills them. he isn’t here to sit around and watch whatever his target does. “i’m not a stalker for hire, lady roche.” 

     there was a reason leith was her favorite. few shoed the loyalty and dedication of her favorite knight. what a headache, maybe she should have let misha have this one after all. 

         she rolls her eyes, leaning forward in her seat to stare at him with a colder expression, though she keeps a smile on her lips. “think of it as an observation period for you to more effectively enact their death. need i explain every detail to you? i hope i’m not sensing disobedience right now, lazar.” 

    you would think you didn’t need to convince your own servants to do what they’re told, but that truly was one of the biggest problems of their kingdom. disgusting.