#;greaves

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? (greaves pov: I'm sure she has no embarrassing thoughts.)

Send me “?” and my muse will spill an embarrassing thought they’ve had about yours!@waveringiridescence​ (oh yes she has~)

     “That touch of silver in his hair..? It’s really attractive.” She admits, color tingeing her fair cheeks. No, like. Really attractive. Obnoxiously so. And I can’t help but picture him with his entire hair like that and it’s both embarrassing and upsetting.” Because hooboy. Talk about a silver fox in the making. 

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@waveringiridescence​ asked:  [text] are you free tonight or tomorrow for Christmas?

     The sight of the message brought a quiet, soft smile to her lips. She’d been called in to oversee a procedure early in the morning and was still stuck at work despite having the week off. Hearing from Greaves never failed to lift her spirits, and she wouldn’t mind spending the entire day at the clinic if it meant she got to see him that night.

[ text ] for you? [ text ] you can have the whole week

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@waveringiridescence​ asked: In the past few days, there were signs that he was back in town. An orchid was delivered at Alice's place with a note of apology once during lunch, her favourite dessert was on the house and twice her morning coffee. If Greaves was back, they still had to avoid being seen together when the woman was in the clan's neighbourhood. That morning though, he sent her a text to meet in Shibuya. Standing by Hachiko, Greaves' face lit when he spotted Alice in the crowd, walking towards her. "Hey."

     She knew who it was from even before finding the note. An orchid. Most people went with a bouquet of roses - which she was pretty indifferent towards. But he knew better. He sent her an actual living plant she could cherish and watch bloom over and over again. If that wasn’t enough to put a smile on her face for the entire week, she kept being graced by more lovely surprises.

When a text to meet finally came, she could hardly keep herself from beaming, a fond smile in perpetual bloom across her lips as she dressed herself to see him. The ride there was accompanied by a growing concerto inside her chest the closer she got to the station. Their meeting point was a popular destination that was always crowded with tourists wanting to take pictures with Hachi, but Alice found Greaves right away.

She had enough composure in her to keep from outright running to meet the agent, but as soon as she was close enough, she simply couldn’t help embracing the man she hadn’t seen in so long. “I missed you...” There was a touch of emotion to her voice even as it was muffled by her face being pressed to his muscular chest. But by the time she pulled away to look up at him, her face was lit up in joy. 

“Thank you for the flower.” 

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Greaves gently grabbed Alice's hand as she stood up from her chair, pulling her back down on his lap, ignoring the pain on his side. "You know, I haven't forgotten." He said softly with an amused smirk, even if he was stuck until he gets better. Hand slip up, fingers running on her collar bone, sliding behind her neck before leaning towards Alice, giving her a kiss. His free hand reaching for his back to pull a box from behind a pillow, handing it to her after pulling away. "Happy birthday."

@waveringiridescence 🎂

     It was a miracle that he was alive. And that was the best birthday gift she could have ever asked for. She was getting up to get him another cushion when his hand closed around hers and tugged her closer, gentle but with an undeniable strength that shouldn’t be available to someone in his current condition. Inhaling sharply at suddenly finding herself in his lap, Alice was about to scold him when his words brought her pause, his smirk at odds with the softness of his voice.

That ghosting touch across her clavicle drew a sigh from deep within her chest, golden lashes lowering as she was lulled into his wonderful kiss. She should be more responsible. As a doctor, she shouldn’t let him strain himself like this while in recovery. But he was a master tactician and she was very easily distracted by the taste of his lips. Right then, with her hand over his chest and the strong pulse of his heart beating against her fingertips, she could be nothing but the woman who loved him. 

Pulling away slowly, a touched smile tipped her lips as he handed her a birthday gift. He’d already done so much for her on the day before. One peek inside the box; however, had color rising to her cheeks. It was a set. From her favorite lingerie shop.

“Mister Greaves…” She used her doctor voice, lifting her gaze to meet his while trying to look professional and stern despite her blush. “You were not yet cleared for such strenuous activities.” Alice pointed out, but leaned in to kiss him herself, only parting when air came in need.

Touching her forehead to his, she brought a hand to caress his cheek. “But once you are, I’ll wear it for you.” She promised, sealing it with a tinier kiss. “Thank you, love.” 

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💏

[ fifty ways to chuu~ 💏 ]@waveringiridescence7. …to shut them up.

     It was sweet, really. She’d never seen him lose composure like that before and just go on and on about the dangers of the world and of her job in particular. As if she wasn’t already fully aware of it. Funny enough, the incident had nothing to do with her affiliation. But the police would find absolutely no leads on the burglar who’d vandalized the clinic and roughened her up for trying to get him to leave the patients alone. The Family had already taken care of it.

With a quiet, affectionate sigh, Alice closed her bandaged hand around his tie and tugged him down, pressing her lips to his in a long kiss. Smiling when she finally felt him relax, strong arms looping around her, she let go of his tie and loosely wrapped her own arms around his neck.

“I’m fine, darling...” She reassured him fondly in a breathless voice, giving him a tinier, softer kiss before pulling away enough to properly speak. “I’m a doctor, remember?” Smiling cheekily, Alice took his hand on hers and guided him further into her place, very much happy to see him and quite touched by all his fussing. 

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@waveringiridescence gets a 💕

     She’d decided on what she was going to make for him weeks before the actual day, even though there was no guarantee that they would be able to meet. They’d exchanged messages along the way and it didn’t look like their jobs would allow them a chance to see each other. Still, on the morning of the fourteenth of February, Alice made his gift, safely stored it and headed to the lab.

Research kept her busy enough, but her mind continuously drifted back to what was in her fridge, or rather, who it was for. The tiniest part of her that held onto the upset of their circumstances and the slightest hint of revolt entertained the ludicrous thought of going to deliver it personally. Imagine that. A known yakuza associate walking into the PSIA headquarters.

During her lunch hour, Alice decided that just because she couldn’t give it to him herself it didn’t mean he shouldn’t get his gift on the right day. So she ran back home, carefully set the matcha chantilly cake in a clear package and had it delivered to one Mister Greaves.

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shelter (protect them)

[ Nonverbal Starters ]@waveringiridescence​

     Alice didn’t mind the rain at all. It brought her back to her childhood at the farm, rushing out of the house as soon as it started drizzling outside. So when it started pretty much pouring down on them, she didn’t immediately make a move to seek out shelter like everyone around them. In fact, it was the sudden interruption of the heavy droplets hitting her skin that had her looking up to find an expensive suit jacket being held above her head.

Greaves was quick to guide her away, skipping the more crowded places even though there was still plenty of space for the two of them to seek shelter. Once he found a narrow awning to his liking, he tugged her under it and proceeded to safely set his jacket around her shoulders.

She watched him curiously, not quite understanding why he was being so cautious. It was just a bit of rain. Looking down at herself, she finally remembered the fact that she was wearing a soft white shirt that would quickly turn quite invisible if it got soaked, revealing the pink cherry blossoms across her back and shoulders.

Smiling to herself at his forward thinking, Alice closed her fingers around his equally expensive tie and gently tugged him down, bringing his lips to hers to show her appreciation.

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❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜

@waveringiridescence[ Deathless ]

     He’s sitting up in bed, checking an email that has tension collecting in his shoulders. They make it a point to not discuss their jobs - as a matter of safety most of all - but not knowing the specifics doesn’t lessen the worry in the least.

Alice shifts and moves closer, claiming what is perhaps her favorite spot in the entire world. Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she glues herself to his broad back, brushing her lips against his warm skin and peppering kisses across his shoulder blades. A smile paints itself onto her face when she feels him relax into her touch, but the question that breaks the easy silence catches her off guard.

“...Yes.” She admits in something caught between confession and worship, tightening her embrace and resting her palm on his heart. He’s a good man. That alone makes his involvement with her a mistake of the highest order. But he’s also an officer of the law. He’s putting all the good work he’s done so far in jeopardy for these stolen hours between them. 

All she’s putting on the line is her own life. If they’re discovered, the yakuza will remove her from the world for her disloyalty, but everything about him will be doubted and rebuked and twisted, tainted merely by coming into contact with someone like her.

“But so am I.” Because she’s letting him. She’s choosing to be selfish, to connect with him - who makes her feel human - even if it might end up bringing upon their ruin.