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ghostpillow:

› ✧ —  ❛  for @duskfloret  ♡

❛  yeah, it was pretty stupid in the end!  he found it just laying on a corner crack or whatever, like the raised little bumpy things that border the path?? and i ended up wasting like, half an hour?? an hour?? it felt like my whole afternoon was gone so i just kinda laid down right there for ten minutes to take a nap,  ❜   he’s rambling again about some insignificant stupidity-driven stunt he performed on campus, head resting comfortably in chinatsu’s lap as he looks up at her. though hues find nothing to fixate upon, he’s still daydreaming about his day, having finished assignments due tomorrow and procrastinating  on the next batch.  

“It doesn’t sound like a good idea for you to be napping on the sidewalk,” she scolded, prodding at his cheek with one finger. Sometimes, she felt more like his mother than his friend when he told her stories like that, as she couldn’t help but worry a little too much. But Blair was, more or less, her first and only friend she’d made in a few hundred years, so maybe that had something to do with her overprotective instincts. “Isn’t there some other place you could’ve laid down?” Schools had chairs and stuff, right? Couches sometimes?

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Chu!! (MakaLym / mckcn)

–a kiss from @mkckn / @duskfloret…

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it’s an abrupt, but nevertheless, soft  gesture that incites a flurry of emotions within him.

admittedly, he’s spent too much time dawdling in the human world. his duties lay neglected and his soul, dulled from the constant adventuring and play that punctuates his existence on earth. but despite the pain that permeates every inch of his body as he sits there, contemplating his reaction and the magnitude of maka’s every move, he enjoys it. 

he loves the screaming of his cells as he performs feats thought impossible by his creator; he loves watching the ends of the sylph’s lips curl as he indulges in his presence and the simple life he leads so effortlessly.

sometimes, it’s almost lonely to think that if he were to disappear, maka would be perfectly fine without him.

“ thank you…? ”  he manages to speak as he slowly turns towards his… lover?  somehow, there’s another twinge in his chest to the word that floats to mind. he’s not even sure if he can call him such–a steadfast companion, perhaps, with an undertone of romance...?

he takes a soft breath, fingers rising as they brush along soft strands of dark hair, watching the flickering light of the sky reflected in familiarly blank eyes. “ then, i’d like to return the favor. ”

with an almost hesitant shyness, fingers curl to gently angle maka’s face as he leans closer, his mind hyper-focused upon irrelevant details–a smell? just earth, just warmth, the sunlight seeping like butter honey, the breeze that makes his hair tickle his face, his heart beating so fast against the cage of his chest–…  he inhales just before tiers brush along the soft of his skin. just that sends electricity through him, and he’s afraid he can’t take any more.

he leans back with regret pulsing in his veins, though a smile remains stained on his lips.

“ oh, have i ever told you? ”  he’ll ignore the splitting agony of his nerves straining to compensate for something he can’t make space for.  “ i think … you are truly  beautiful to me, in every aspect of the word. i don’t think i could find that anywhere else. ” 

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↳ for @mooncaught from here.

Maka didn’t know much about the earth or rocks--he never had any desire to learn, given his fears associated with the element. (How he felt himself become weaker when surrounded by it, how pain and dizziness always found him.) But Lym made him more comfortable, if only enough that he doesn’t mind looking at rocks and trying to figure out which ones the elder would like the best.

At the revelation that it was not a rock, his shoulders slumped the slightest bit. He’d been so sure... “It was lighter,” he tried to explain. In colour, he meant, as opposed to the darker rocks surrounding it. The way the clod seemed to break apart so easily disappointed him. It hadn’t cracked or crumbled like that in his own feather-like grip, so he’d been hopeful that it was sturdy.

But the kiss to his hair made him feel better, reassured that Lym liked the gift regardless of the fact that Maka hadn’t given him what he intended to. Well, he supposed that if he valued anything Lym gave to him no matter what, he supposed that the same could be true for the elder, which was a relief. Ah... but the dull throbbing that shook the air around him wasn’t so comforting.

The sylph tilted his head, then brought a hand up to pat Lym’s hair. “Cold?”

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Maka, a faint gleam of excitement in his eyes, hands Lym what he thinks is a rock, accompanied by a soft, "Here." He thinks it's a rock, but it's a dirt clod. Help him. (mkckn)

solymus pauses for a moment as he sluggishly blinks, before meeting the spirit’s earnest gaze. it’s strange to be able to discern the emotions flickering in his eyes, the body language that cries of comfort, and construct the puzzles of humanity with only so many clues. he was born to speak the truth in all its razor edges and simplicity–ixion is the good - natured one. ixion is the soft sunlight dancing in its warmth.

but, there’s a loneliness so deep in those sable eyes that he nearly drowns in the way his heart scratches at his ribs and pounds as if it’s in a cage. it hurts to be torn apart by a reality and a desire. 

with a lilt of pale lips, both hands rise to cup his, hiding the sensory numbness that threatens to darken vision.  (  ah ,   it   hurts  )

“ thank you, maka, ”  he dips his head with sincerity, then picks up the spherical earth as it sings to his ears a quiet sense of harmony, before gently tapping it, watching the cracks form through the gift as it quivers in his hands, threatening to crumble into pieces.  “ you know that this isn’t a rock, right? it’s only dirt, but i like it anyway. ”

the taller leans in to press a quick, thankful kiss to the sylph’s hair, ignoring the throbbing ache gnawing at his bones.  “ because it comes from you. ”

–to, @mkckn/ @duskfloret

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