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“My girlfriend bet htat I couldn’t build a car out of spaghetti. You should’ve seen her face when I drove pasta.”
zerosunder:
@normin from x
Impulsive, shameless – that’s the only way to describe his motions, from the outside at least. On the inside? He just wanted to know. Checking his own heartbeat doesn’t cut it; he’s deduced he’s further gone than she. In his eyes, she’s still somewhat human. Her heart beats as one, that’s for sure.
The brief time he’s spent with his ear to her chest, her rate has already accelerated. He doesn’t catch on that her body temperature has gone up as well, but some things stand to be forgotten in his state. The heartbeat picking up is enough for him to infer it, anyway.
Her voice commands no movement from him, not even a stir. Rokurou continues to keep his ear pressed, honestly enjoying the ticking beat, the way it fluctuates. It’s familiar, yet foreign how different her heart beats from him. Seems like his is always the standard or adrenaline from fight. Hers accelerates from such human qualities – shame, discomfort, embarrassment. Things he no longer feels within himself. So to him, this heartbeat is somewhat of a physical manifestation. A little philosophical for him, he realizes.
“…Yeah,” he finally answers softly, but still doesn’t make a move. Just a little longer, he thinks to himself.
A soft noise of dissatisfaction vocalizes in the back of the woman’s throat, followed by a strained, almost exasperated exhale through her nostrils. Brows loosely knit together and she stares him down tentatively, breath stirring his hair. She doesn’t dare move after hearing the uncharacteristic melancholy in his tone, arms instead laying uselessly at her sides. Invoking any kind of reciprocating physical contact would be entirely too personal, she feels, even if he had already more than overstepped his boundaries.
Yet for some inexplainable reason, Velvet can’t bring herself to pry him off. A crack in her cold, calloused exterior unearths sensations long since forgotten, and she’s at a loss, unable to tear her eyes away from the nest of dark hair settled almost comfortably on her chest. Her pulse gradually steadies as she grows used to the contact; still heightened, but not as sporadic.
She keeps her voice quiet, preserving the serenity of the atmosphere. “I hope you don’t plan on falling asleep.” God forbid one of the others—worse yet, Magilou—stumbles upon them.
💓 roku @ vel ;)
heartbeats
The gesture startles a sound out of her, breath catching in the raven’s throat. Having been deep in her own thoughts, she hadn’t even noticed the advances until the weight of his head fell upon her chest, quite literally forcing the air from her lungs, and partially pinning her under his form.
Velvet knows Rokurou never means any harm to her. Everything he does, he does for a reason, even if he tends to break the personal boundaries she sets up. Certainly there must be some kind of explanation for this sudden behavior– or so she tries to convince herself.
She can feel the warm flush spreading across her features as he lay, unusually silent. Her pulse heightens, and Velvet knows Rokurou can hear it– for whatever reason, he seems to be enjoying the sensation, and the thought only deepens her blush.
“…I hope you have a good reason for this.” The therion finally finds her voice, not completely willing to force him off just yet.
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NICKNAMES. mao TIME RIGHT NOW. 11:27 am LAST THING I GOOGLED. i can’t remember lmao FAVORITE MUSIC ARTIST. ariana grande. the chainsmokers. zedd. cash cash. chvrches SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD. whole heart (bkaye remix) - gryffin & bipolar sunshine LAST TV SHOW I WATCHED. bob’s burgers WHAT AM I WEARING RIGHT NOW. baggy sweater and undies WHEN I CREATED THIS BLOG. sometime in september of last year lmao THE KIND OF STUFF I POST. when i’m actually on here mostly just?? thread replies??? sometimes memes DO I HAVE OTHER BLOGS. maotelus. and to a lesser extent, wyvernized DO I GET ASKS REGULARLY. not here, unless i reblog a meme WHY DID I CHOOSE MY URL. BC I’M TO MY MUSES AS NORMIN ARE TO SERAPHS HAHHAHAHA i’m hilarious HOGWARTS HOUSE. ???? POKEMON TEAM. instinct FAVORITE COLORS. pink, orange, red, yellow, green, tropical colors AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP. like 10 when i don’t have to get up for school LUCKY NUMBERS. 8. FAVORITE CHARACTERS. rokurou, velvet, judith, milla, rose, dezel, BLANKETS I SLEEP WITH. one
“i woke up, & you were gone.” Write me rokuvel, luv
hurt asks
“You’re worrying over nothing, I’m not going off on my own.” Even if she was, why does he care? She doesn’t need a babysitter.
And yet something about that look in his eyes makes Velvet’s hollowed, empty heart wrench. Part of her registers this stare as concern, but the therion scoffs at the idea. They’re daemons; living off instinct and catering only to their own selfish desires. Showing worry to others is of none of their priorities.
It wouldn’t be the first time Velvet’s bore witness to this confounded panic of Rokurou’s, and it wouldn’t be the first time she’s disregarded it––ignored it. Thinking about it too much never fails to make her chest tighten; perhaps it’s because she’s unaccustomed to the concept of someone else actually caring for her well-being, or maybe it’s because it’s him doing so. It confuses her, frustrates, even.
She folds her arms, borderline apologetically, gaze dipping and pulling away from his own. “… I suppose I should’ve said something before wandering off without a word.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ Alisha to Rokurou~
hurt asks
“…Longer than you’ve been alive.” Much longer. He laughs dryly, rubbing the back of his neck in that signature way of his. There’s a hint of scorn in his tone, and Rokurou’s gaze drops in malcontent. Old wounds are never pleasant to reopen, especially one that leaves marks as deep and prominent as these. Loyal to a fault, until the bitter end.
“I suggest you drop the subject.” Comrade of Eizen’s or not, there are some topics better off left untouched to the yaksha.
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” elly @ roku
hurt asks
“’m fine.” Obviously not. He’s rather dizzy, lightly touching the wounded spot as an attempt to assess the injury. Hissing through bared teeth, Rokurou instinctually pulls his hand away, frowning when topaz hues settle on the red coating the tips of his fingers.
“It’s no big deal, I’ve dealt with worse.” The swordsman offers a cheeky, albeit reassuring smile, masking the stinging pain with noticeable difficulty.
“i woke up, & you were gone.” { pupleo........
hurt asks
“Enough of the waterworks.” Her words are initially harsh, but no real threat behind them. Force of habit, one could say. “I wasn’t gone long, was I?” Supplies needed to be bought, and there’s no point in wasting time sitting around doing nothing.
Rolling her eyes, almost playfully, the therion reaches to ruffle the seraph’s hair. “Fine. How about we go together next time?”
hurt meme.
blueneighbcrhood:
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
bookskirt:
@normin from x
But he’s already adjusting for it, isn’t he? So what kind of question is that! Besides, daemon or not, he’s still a good looking guy… And, well, it is cold out here. Those arms are just looking like a nice warm parka at this point. “And you’re accommodating a witch. Tonight’s just full of surprises, isn’t it?” Said witch settles in close to him, a sly smile of her own on her face. Didn’t actually expect him to say yes, honestly. But whatever, she’ll make the most of it.
“Sweeping me away to the cabin, hm?” she asks with a faux giggle and a quick wink. Teasing him is no where near as fun as teasing Velvet, but damn, she’s at least going to try. “Guess I can’t say no to that. This poor maiden can barely stand the cold sea breeze!”
Well that’s a surprise.
He hadn’t actually expect her to go through with it. Perhaps she’s more true to her word than he originally thought. Well, whatever, two can play at that game.
The man shifts; nothing too drastic-- Magilou is a tiny thing, doesn’t take up much space. A low grunt slips from his lips as he settles back in; maybe he’d been sitting still for too long. The crates aren’t exactly comfortable, and he hadn’t planned on staying for very long.
“You sure you don’t want a blanket or something instead?”
zerosunder:
“At least let me repay my debt to you before you go doing that.” He’s pretty nonchalant about the whole idea, though. At least, he would like to think she wouldn’t do that to him. And besides, he’s got Shigure to kill. She could at least put off her hunger til then, right? Course, he’s only joking with himself at this point.
“Gotta admit, it’s pretty interesting,” he begins, crossing his arms and tossing his head back while he thinks. From what he’s gathered, they’ve been daemons for around the same amount of time. Yet he would place himself as being more far gone than Velvet is. She’s almost…human still, in some ways. “You’ve still got shame, you know. And before you whip out that arm on me, I don’t mean that in a bad way. Just an observation.”
“What, you don’t feel anything?” She’s almost skeptical. Sure, there are some emotions and sensations she doesn’t experience as strongly anymore, but Velvet assumed it’s merely because of stigma; if she believes she can’t feel emotions, then she won’t.
Maybe she will let that comment slide, take it as a compliment. If she loses emotions, there’s a chance she’ll lose her motivation for revenge. Then everything she’d have worked towards, all the bridges she’s burned, they’d all be for nothing. A pointless journey, a pointless death. No, she can’t let that happen. “I mean, clearly you experience emotions, but how do you really just… not feel anything?”
asinfinitum:
❝ We can’t afford to make any detours. It’ll be quicker if we were to simply finish them off. ❞ It may have been paramount to exercise caution but Eizen is not one to become OVERLY concern with the safety plan if they were only dealing with inconsequential soldiers. Though the guards were formidable in their own right, they stand no chance against two brawlers and one master lancer. Topping them off, they have armatus should the situation truly go wry. Flicking his wrist, he then faces the guards. ❝ Now. ❞
Once the signal was given, Alisha immediately armed herself with her spear and dashed forward to knock three royal guards off their feet. She only backflipped when one of them recovered swiftly and attempted to strike at her chest. From the corner of her eyes, Eizen was delivering a swift, hard blow to one of the royal guards’ helmet, effectively knocking them off with his Giant’s strength.
Not wanting to be left behind in the dust, Rokurou springs into action. He sets his sights a small squadron charging them from the opposite direction, in an attempt to encircle the small fugitives. Picking his prime target, the daemon rushes the soldier to point blank range, delivering a swift kick to the head and knocking him back against the wall with great force. Letting his natural instincts kick in, the man guns it for the next, ambushing with a series of kicks and a few stray punches (that he may have picked up from Eizen once upon a time).
Even unarmed, the raw strength of a daemon is not to be underestimated. Especially one of Rangetsu blood.
Conscious to not get too carried away in the tide of battle, Rokurou lets out a hawk whistle, signaling his newfound companions to pick up the pace. As much as he’d like to stick around and keep up the brawling, there’s not much enjoyment when restricted to small areas such as this. If they have a break, it’d be wise take it. “I think we can get out this way!” Course, it’s just a hunch, but it’s better than being outnumbered and ambushed.
DENIED.
asinfinitum:
❝ Gratitude will not be required. However, I am glad that we will be working with each other for awhile. I will be in your care. ❞ The coy smile was returned with a sincere one of her own, having found preferred company in those who are less TENSE ( as it were with the nobility ), who teases her dormant cheerful nature out of her fortress of STIFFNESS and FORMALITY.
❝ Who would have thought we’d deal with trouble together again ? Heh. I hope you’re just as prepared to be on board. Let’s talk more later. This way. ❞ Eizen takes the lead by running towards the adjacent door, with Alisha following in suit where they’d instigate their escape plan – or counterattack, should there be obstacles.
He issues a curt nod, following in the back to prevent any possible ambushes from behind. The corridors are varying in width; some large enough for all three to fit side-by-side, and some narrow to the point they can’t budge any further than a straight line.
“For a royal dungeon or whatever, this place is pretty damn outdated. I’d say some renovations are in order.” Glancing around, the anathema’s brows knit together when he catches ear of metal clanging against the stone ground, and faint shouting, gradually increasing in volume.
“Shit--looks like we’re found out. Any ideas?” Preferably ones that allow him to wreck havoc. He isn’t particularly concerned; having been locked up for god-knows how long, every bone in his body screams for a good battle. If he is without blades, he’ll make due with physical prowess.
asinfinitum:
❝ Naturally. We’ve all come well-prepared. ❞ There was a slight enthusiasm in his tone, a spark that was born alive when they are dealing with yet another one of his curse’s acting. What used to be ( 1000 years ago ) an incessant self-pitying had been transformed into eagerness to witness the VICTORIES against his curse – for an outcome far greater than any averages can achieve. A smirk gradually lifted at the end of his lips, ever so playfully toying with fates just to tease. He had always been the teasing sort, simply never seemed like one. ❝ Although I wouldn’t put it past my curse to render it useless. Regardless, we pirates always have a way. ❞
❝ We will just have to defeat anyone who stands in our way, won’t we ? ❞
"Now you’re talking my style.” He can’t help the grin spreading across his features, with an all too eager hint in his voice, at that. There’s the Reaper he knew. Cute friend, too. Cheeky.
In all honesty, he had prepared for a life of solitude after she sealed herself away. His Lord was gone, he was without purpose. Wandering the earth for years, seeking out the strong and rendering them defenseless was what he lived for. It was a thrill, it gave his life meaning. The newfound company is a much-welcomed development, and with a former ally nonetheless.
“Can’t guarantee I’m of much use without a weapon, but I’ll see what I can do.” He straightens up, turning towards the young woman, and bows slightly. “Rokurou Rangetsu, at your service. I suppose a thanks are in order for busting me out of here.” A coy smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he raises an eyebrow almost challengingly.
' Do you promise? ' - ALISHA, YO
3 word starters
He stares at Alisha long and hard, topaz hues uncharacteristically serious. “Of course.” Placing a palm over his chest, Rokurou keeps his tone firm, steady. The burden of daemonhood may have clawed its way through his heart long ago, but deep down he’s still a man of honor.
The woman standing in front of him now is not her, and the reality is she’ll never be. The desire to serve runs deep in his veins, and his dedication to a master is instinctual. Alisha will never be his Lord like she was, but… it’s the least he can do. As a comrade.
“You have my word.”