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axxden-deactivated20141115

Make Out Buddy Application

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With tongue? yes [] no []

Groping? yes [] no []

Open for more? yes [] no []

Other things you should know:

Vintage. I like it. {`his lips curve to form a small smile} Hm..? {`he blinked, brown orbs turning to see the girl reach up to pull on his sleeves} What's wrong?

Vintage—? { `chuckles sheepishly, shaking her head } N-No. I just want you to be around for more. Do you want to go to a cafe with me?

#krwfn #;repondu #[[ sorry for the late reply ;; im busy lately sobs

[ x ]

#gonna sleep #bye #ugh

Hello, Cissy. {`he chuckled at the mention of her name} You have a rather.. unique name there. {`he winced slightly, his expression slightly amused, but rather unreadable} It's beautiful. Well, pleasure to meet you.

{ `she chuckled at the compliment } It’s an old, foreign name. { `the witch’s golden eyes twinkles for a moment, but she could feel the conversation dying, so she tugged your sleeve, chewing her bottom lip } C-Can you, like, s-stay..? Just for a moment?

#krwfn #;repondu

{`He takes off his mask, smiling sheepishly} Hey, I'm Kevin.

Kevin—? { `she smiled almost in the same way as the other did, tucking her hair behind her ear } I’m Narcissa. But you can just call me Cissy.

#krwfn #;repondu

I don't know, should I?

Pretty please—?

#;repondu #anonymous

That sounds rather thrilling.

So why don’t you take off that mask already~?

#;repondu #anonymous

nelacroix-blog

"Oh, they surely know I’m better." She frowned. Of course. The whole underground business know who she is, and feared her— it’s just that Chronos is slightly underhanded, but the younger girl will never know. "They’re simply using me because I’m the only staff available, or something like that."

minusregina

"Mm. Or maybe you’re the only competent one." There was a significant pause as she consumed her beloved bacon and eggs (thank God for the simple joys of life), before she placed her own plate into the sink. "And why use anything if it isn’t the best thing to use? Maybe it’s the same thing with the people you work for."

nelacroix-blog

"Maybe." Her lips curved up, forming a smile that is similar to a cat's smile. She finished her (free) breakfast, and she didn't expect the younger's words, so she raised an eyebrow at her claim. "Huh--Maybe you're right."

#minusregina #;conversation

Oh, are you saying now that you somewhat possess power to open me up to you?

Mmhm. I can open anyone’s heart well— maybe.

#;repondu #anonymous #who are you asgdsgf

nelacroix-blog

"Different?" Now this is an interesting claim. The witch looked up at the male, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "I can be categorized as a heartless witch, you know." She hums, pointing at a clothing store with a sheepish smile. "Can we go there? And— can you help me choose what should I buy?"

demonicxthrills-deactivated2014

"Exactly. But you’re not heartless at all and you’ve always been so nice to me." The demon said with a smile, ruffling her hair. Blinking his eyes as his gaze went over to where she pointed at and gave a nod. "Well… Sure, I don’t see why not." He walked along with her into the store and glanced around, his eyebrow arched.

nelacroix-blog

That was unexpected. She kept her gaze at Julian, though later on she looked away with a sheepish smile. "I just-- I'm only nice to the ones that I love." The witch sent him a shy glance, cheeks stained with a colour of pink before they finally enter the store. Narcissa looked around with a grin, and she picked out a black dress almost automatically. "Will this look good on me?"

#demonicxthrills #;conversation

demonicxthrills-deactivated2014

all the texts

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ text ] the stars are actually visible tonight

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ text ] Demons aren’t suppose to have feelings but..

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ text ] You better be here in ten fucking minutes or else.

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ text ] Cissy, i’m here for you alright?

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ text ] i tihnk i love you

#;tresor #[[ asfglkdjg can they be cuter

nelacroix-blog

People said that when you’ve tasted happiness, living without it will tastes bland. Narcissa learnt about the truth behind those words when she had to spent her past five years alone, without the endless teasing and love from Dolce. “Yes, I love you for that.” Normally, Narcissa would disagree with the younger’s claim, but since she missed her dearest frère cadet, she could try to be nicer for him.

The witch smiles as he begun to speak in his mother language, a warm feeling spread in her heart because she started to relive the memories she made with Dolce. She even felt a little bit sentimental, like a mother who had been reunited with her son after so many years. “Well, if you insist.” She adjusted her satchel (which is heavier than usual, because she brought her gun along— just in case.) before she entered the luxurious car.

Dolce’s next words were unexpected. But then again, it was so naive of her to think that the young boy wouldn’t notice about her appearance. Of course, she had remained the same ever since 1421, when she turned twenty-one. If she plans to keep Dolce with her for a long-term, she ought to tell him the truth— sooner or later. But that could wait for a little longer. “I just avoid stress, that’s all.” She answered with a playful smile decorated her features. —and devour lots of human souls.

axxrodolce

[ ✧ ] —-The boy merely smiled at the rather curt answer his grande soeur had given him. He wasn’t dumb enough to believe that there was nothing going on behind the lady’s eternally youthful visage, and he was betting on at least regular botox treatments or a wonderful doctor that took care of her skin. Then again, she was a lady, and his homosexual father had always told him that women were more particular with their ageing, and it wasn’t polite to point out the possibilities of reconstructive and cosmetic surgery.

"You have to tell me who your dermatologist is." He poised out a small chuckle, helping her out with her seatbelt he moved forth towards the driver seat and buckled himself in. He keyed up the ignition, the vehicle letting out an elegant roar as it started, mimicking a graceful panther as they finally set out on the road. The smell of the flowers he had bought lingered inside the car, and he inhaled a huge whiff, a genuine smile finally curling upon his lips after how many months. "Gabby would kill for your brand of eternal youth."

Dolce took a turn out of the apartment complex, thanking the traffic deities that they were not met by another Gangnam blockade once he was on the highway. He contemplated if he wanted to turn on the music, yet for once he would be content with simple conversation. The elder lady did have her effects on him, no? From haughty designer to a naughty and sweet little brother—who would have known, really. “So,” He mused, turning to the woman as he stopped at the red light. “What do you fancy for a meal today, Noona?”

nelacroix-blog

She almost snorted at her frère cadet for being too innocent and gullible, but then again, most humans are like that. Narcissa merely gave him a mysterious smile, while she continues to admire the flowers Dolce had gave her. "Dermatologist?" The witch repeated, a soft giggle escaped her lips as her golden irises twinkles in mischief. My personal dermatologist is a demon, if that counts. "If I told you I don't go to dermatologist, will you believe me?"

Narcissa is a fool to think that her looks could avoid Dolce's eyes. Designers, stylist, model, all sort of people that works in the fashion world would die for an eternal youth. Oh if only they knew what sort of sacrifices they need to make for it-- she sighed softly, but she's quick to cover it up with a sweet smile. "French food? I kinda miss home..."

#axxrodolce #;paragrapheur #;doll king