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[zorkaya-moved]

Gojo hummed, "I heard from a little bird somewhere that it was your birthday." Eyes were always hidden behind a blindfold or shades but he was looking directly at her either way, a crooked smile adorning his face. "So, as your very lovely and gracious ally, I thought to bring you a gift."

He reached into his pocket, seemingly for a few seconds as though looking for a specific item that he has stashed away. Out came a little pink bow when he did manage to find it, placing it there then on his head and gave her a stupid grin—a signature of his really.

"Me! The gift is me. Aren't I thoughtful, Sokolova-san?"

@amaurct

𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽:  𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀! 𝟎𝟕.𝟐𝟕 ( accepting. )

What should she have expected from someone as quirky as Gojo Satoru? It’s not that she wished for any massive present. A simple happy birthday would’ve sufficed well enough. Even his extreme love for sweetness could’ve played a good role in delivering a cake, but instead she was met with something so unique and unexpected she couldn’t hide her blank face from his upon hearing him begin the words spoken out loud. Just when she thought of going out in a bar, he appeared. Sometimes, Sokolova wondered if he was waiting for her to start getting ready to go out only to cockblock her at any possible opportunity. If it wasn’t causing her to blue ball herself for the fourth week, it would’ve been absolutely hilarious. 

No, it was still funny, but she really wanted to get something more physical on her birthday afterward. Now she couldn’t kick out Gojo from her place, especially when he was offering himself as a present knowing full well what kind of person she was. Then again, she respected him enough to never reach out without seeing a mutual wish and indulgence. His trust and his positive view of her were far more important than anything, both in terms of her personal wishes and in terms of how beneficial it’d be for her. Ah, but she couldn’t deny that it was still comedic gold. The timing, the spectacle, the words. 

Zarina held back from attempting to slap his arm at the way he cutely showed off his bow on top of his white hair. Somehow, she started to understand what Nanami was going through all these years. 

“ Can I at least touch my present or do you have Infinity on again? Because, you know, Gojo, I will be very fucking upset if you pretend to be my present and I can’t even bypass the invisible wall, ” she is being rather dramatic only because she can, crossing her arms over her chest as she stares at him with question in her gaze. This is a moment of comedy, nothing more and nothing less. There’s no anger nor irritation. She pretends and she plays, deciding to take this moment as an opportunity. Indeed, her trustworthy ally was very thoughtful and very observant. It does make her laugh in the end as she shakes her head, understanding that this was payment for good company. Sometimes, said good company could be quite irritating and unpredictable, but it was better than boring days filled with apathy. 

“ Yes, yes, so very thoughtful, Gojo, I am so touched and I’m ready to tear up at how wonderfully sweet your present is. ” 

Mind you, everything was said in perfect monotone as she turns around and waves her hand at him to make sure he knows he can follow after and she’s not just leaving him behind. Guess she needs to change clothes into something different, her bar hopping won’t be happening anymore. No birthday sex, but whatever. She can get blue balled for another week, it’d be fine. When does one get so lucky to have the strongest sorcerer as their birthday gift? 

“ What’s included in my birthday gift privileges, Gojo? ” Without even reaching her room, she starts to unbutton her shirt. There’s no care about the fact that Satoru is right behind her, Zarina has no shame in starting to change at least the shirt in front of him. It’s both strange but also so very her in terms of how she never attempted to full-on seduce him and sleep with him ‘till the wish was met from his side as well. Such was her respect. Zarina grabs a shirt that was hanging on the door to the bathroom, carefully hanging her silky one away. “ My lovely and gracious ally interrupted my attempt to get laid in the bar for my birthday, so I’d better at least use you as my pillow while I watch TV now. Also, the bow looks awful on your like that. Maybe with your hair down it’d make you look better, but with a paintbrush hairstyle like that? It’s too out of place. ”

Despite all words and actions, she already takes out some food she made this morning and some drinks. It’s evening. So why not? If he wants to go out with her, she’ll need a moment to change and get her card, but that’d be it. It’s strange how she just dropped her plans when he appeared on her doorstep. A magical presence, certainly. Then again, it also spoke of how used she was to his company and the unpredictability he brought with himself. Indeed, a delightful company. 

[laplacemail]

Tell me. For whom do you fight?

Hmph! How very glib. And do you believe in Eorzea? Eorzea's unity is forged of falsehoods. Its city-states are built on deceit. And its faith is an instrument of deception.

It is naught but a cobweb of lies. To believe in Eorzea is to believe in nothing. In Eorzea, the beast tribes often summon gods to fight in their stead--though your comrades only rarely respond in kind. Which is strange, is it not?

Are the "Twelve" otherwise engaged? I was given to understand they were your protectors. If you truly believe them your guardians, why do you not repeat the trick that served you so well at Carteneau, and call them down? They will answer--so long as you lavish them with crystals and gorge them on aether. Your gods are no different than those of the beasts--eikons every one. Accept but this, and you will see how Eorzea's faith is bleeding the land dry.

[jaxxmulti]

continued  /  @amaurct​

QUITE THE PAIR,   considering they had the  reputation to  not get along the best.   though   --   each of them  had their moments.   after the events of the  last  festival,   rumors like that  traveled  fast,  especially right back into the hands of other housewardens.  it would have been  easy  to slack off and leave all of the  work  to the other,   but unlike  usually ,    he was oddly  at ease with their partner house.   leona had a  handful  of others that he could say he would enjoy  working  with much less;   vil was undoubtedly among one of his favorites to tease,    &  even may have been a little willing to put some  work  in just for them if it meant he could get his chance to toy with them.    ❝    you wouldn’t  dare  use a word like that for me.   ❞    he mocks,   truly in a good mood if anyone were to judge. 

though,   he could  hardly  consider his next move obedience.   teasing  her  above all was his motive,   leaning in close,   he reaches over their head to grab to box with one hand.  if her hair had to  suffer  some,   so be it.   he didn’t doubt that it was filled with  stupid decorations,   all of which meant nothing to him  --   but everything to her.    ❝   is this the  only  one that you need,   your majesty ?  ❞  a short  laugh  following,   speaking  dangerously  close to their ear.  

[jaxxmulti]

@amaurct​ ,  "did you do something new?" vil hummed, a curve of a smile dancing at the corners of his lips. he was observant as it was.. so few things often slipped by him. "you look quite handsome these days, leona."

HANDSOME?   now,    that  is a word to make ears perk.   it’s not so often that  just anyone  would be given a compliment from  them.   normally,   he finds himself attempting to  pry  them out,  or  leading  him into nonchalantly giving him a pat on the back;    but to be  openly  told about it … perhaps it’s new.   he can’t allow this achievement to  show  so plainly on his face.   leona  is  aware  that he is deserving of such compliments,    but to be given them so freely almost seems as if he is being  lead  into something that he is  not  prepared for.  

tilting his head some,    his  gaze  fixes down on them.   “   just  these days?  ”   as if he would be  able  to notice something so  small   —  trying to  recall  what may have changed lately in his routine,  as if it could be called that.   he paled in comparison to vil’s own self - care.   leona was a  natural beauty,    to which he was   QUITE LUCKY   for.   if he wasn’t,   there was  absolutely  no way that he would have been able to boast the way he did;   being so effortless came with it’s own perks.   though,   he didn’t think someone like  vil  truly needed as much effort as they seemed to think either.   would he  give  them the courtesy of  knowing  he thought that …. maybe.   only if he was feeling exceptionally generous about it.   flashing a  grin  right at them,    he doesn’t stop himself from playing around right back.  “  you can’t  tell  ?   i figured you  of all  people would have been able to tell.   “  —  no matter how ridiculously miniscule.    

[pcrdiseseekers]

"have you forgotten to get enough rest?" shigure knelt down, arms coming to scoop up akito. "if you're going to rest, at least pick a more comfortable spot, love." he was going to take akito to bed at the very least, so he can rest peacefully and comfortably.

RANDOM ASKS. ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING )

old habits don't seem to die out when being alone,          almost worried if he wouldn't see his lover again. The weakened state of hopelessly clinging down towards a window's opening was the former God's daily activity. Others within the Sohma estate pleaded him to get some fresh air, saying it'd help to replenish whatever little energy he possessed. Strangely enough...it acquainted Akito towards the harmless critters of birds chirping nearby through a frightening stillness --- it wasn't intentional. Eyes soon grew heavy the longer he awaited for his husband to return, like the loyal dog he continues being. Their Curse is over yet he's continued to being tormented with anxieties of being left behind. The sooner Shigure returned home, the sooner his body and mind could be put at ease. A simple trip to the grocery store still agitated the male from being left behind. It was bothersome to having this linger, spreading throughout his body like a disease. Eyelids were slowly starting to drop down as if the energy was being depleted from his body. The soothing sounds of the lake near their home, away from that prison of a estate they once lived in, was lulling the Sohma to sleep briefly.

It wouldn't be long until the front door was opened up though Akito had fallen to a faint slumber. He felt at ease when a hand brushed raven locks, caressing the male's cheeks to awaken him. A soft mumble almost looked...angered at how long it took for that errand to be completed. Yet that voice sounded relieved, practically yearning to be scooped up in those trusting arms. "You're finally home, Shigure...hm I fell asleep waiting for you." Wanting to rest in a comfortable spot would always have one answer --- right in his husband's side. Cheeks fluster up every time his body was pressing closely to that warm, beating chest of the other. It hardly hits to realizing the Sohma wasn't fully resting up in most evenings. Most of it was from worries, the nightmares of those horrid scars he left on the former Zodiac, along with missing his love. Even after the former God was laid upon a soft bed it wouldn't take long for a hand to grip on the other's clothing. "...Stay here until I fall asleep, my love. Please..." Eyes filled with longing as they begged him tenderly, suddenly nuzzling closely to Shigure's side. An intoxicating scent reminded him of the beloved flower he bestowed upon him as it was enough for a peaceful sleep.

[pcrdiseseekers]

"have you missed me in my absence, lucifer?" diavolo hummed, arms coming to trap the other demon in his hold & chin resting onto his shoulder. "oh, how i miss your touch greatly."

RANDOM ASKS. ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING )

a familiar voice send pleasant chills throughout his          body and wished they could last longer in this moment. Yearning for the safe return of the Avatar of Pride's betrothed, cheeks grew red when being embraced. Arms that secured a toned demon like himself while reigning highly in stature alone. It truly was...refreshing, quite spiritually, to be in the presence of the royal prince. Lucifer couldn't help but lean against the other's body and mentioned no other words. He believed it was necessary for both to engage in their touch, having a moment of air just to realize this wasn't a dream. Pride might as well have followed during this important business within the Human realm but preparations weren't ready --- even those other meetings within Devildom are beyond his reach. Perhaps when they are officially married will he accompany him anytime, anywhere that he pleases. Even his brothers will one day have to raise themselves without the eldest's presence though he'll still request to have them live within the Demon Lord's castle. Of course, that was up to his dear lord should he permit their company in his grand castle. An aroma that was unique to his beloved had send a relaxed mind to the demon as he finally spoke.

"I have always missed you in your absence, Diavolo. It truly is wonderful to see you again...things have been quite silent ever since you left." Gloved hands soon rested against muscular arms that embraced Lucifer closely, noting the obvious ring of their engagement on him. That marking alone kept the avatar from reminding himself about his lord's return --- he'd make it back. All the worries, all the stress mounted up inside would...eventually be unleashed for the evening. Red eyes closed themselves with a bright smile when being touched like this. The irony of Pride's touch had melted into bliss, finally rubbing the prince's hands that were roaming in between those words. "Mmm it appears you miss more than my touch..." A chuckle escapes the Avatar of Pride when his eyes open slowly from gazing at his hands. They were still eager to leave an imprint, making certain the eldest belonged to him and no other. "We could continue indulging into our touches at your room, Diavolo. I would love to...dive deeper in your touch."

[zorkaya-moved]

"You're all dressed up as always," Oksana remarked, her tone soft & almost adoring. eyes taking in the sight of the woman before her before a hand extended out. she preferred the comfort of suits most of the time, usually a stark black set that juxtaposed her near white hair & fair skin. the dress Zarina wore was a sight to behold as always. Oksana liked a woman who dressed to impress, yet also kill if she desired. a smile curved up at the corner of her lips as her fingers curled around the glove hand placed in hers, "Shall we go in? We have some esteemed guest waiting, begrudgingly."

@amaurct

Who is she if not always prepared? The fan is closed as it hangs from her wrist loosely while her arms are crossed over her chest. Zarina has always found Oksana a woman worthy of respect, but time made her wish to become closer and show the parts that not many were allowed to witness. Despite the wishes to ease her boredom and feed the never-ending void, Sokolova found herself at peace while spending her days and evenings by the other’s side. It felt calming, fulfilling, peaceful even but not in a way that brought boredom back full force. No, it was a calming sensation of peace and unusual - yet very welcome - belonging. 

A sight to behold, she always dressed to impress and to be in the center of attention. Everything she wears must be with an idea in mind, a goal that the silver-haired maiden always kept in her mind. A master of perception, everything had a reason to be there. From the way she dressed up, to the color palette, to her makeup, to her accessories, to even her perfume. A softer smelling scent that was different compared to her usual one, a floral scent that would bring up the thoughts of a beautiful garden. Her dress was one of whites, reds, and greens and her gloves were ones of transparent white while her accessory had a beautiful red rose in it. She would be representing a beautiful garden of flowers. Instead of winter, she would be a field of flowers and color for tonight. A sight far more different than her usual, but Zarina enjoyed the sights she’d be noticing on her on this night. Oksana, on the other hand, remained the ever-sharp presence with her gorgeous outfit. How beautiful she always looked, it was a talent; a talent Sokolova enjoyed sharing for more reasons than one. Perhaps, today won’t be a bore after all.

“ I must remain the flower in the high society, ” Zarina notes, closing her golden eyes as she smirks while thinking of all the attention on them the moment entrance shall be made. They were the beauties of the underworld, undoubtedly. Both women of power and influence coming together? People will talk and the maiden of winter will drink all those gossips and reactions like the finest wine. Humans were so fun to watch how fast they’d create stories. No matter what, her reputation won’t be affected, if anything, the news could reach out to other parts of Russia, the other leader Oksana has to share power with over the large country would be a delightful find to see. It would only make Oksana’s standing that much better, wouldn’t it? Plus, she wants to see some men in power get jealous of a power opportunity they missed or not reached out. It was a delight, a true delight she would drink in. “ Esteemed guests or so they would like to be called. Other factions you work with are quite... fun, hah. ”

Golden gaze now watches her partner with great interest, fishing out any and all reactions. Oksana’s face showcases little but those eyes can tell her enough of a story. Thus, she searches for that story with her own gaze but doesn’t push it too far as she knows that the other’s loyalty matches her own. They will remain working together closely, enjoying each other’s time and having fun on their own. A pair of drinks shared, interesting conversations exchanged, and a dance together... Oh, today will be quite impressive, Sokolova could feel it. With that in mind, she would squeeze softly the hand of the other woman before stepping forward, entering the grand hall. 

“ Let’s give them enough material to talk and gossip about for the next week, Oksana. I don’t enjoy leaving without making a lasting impression. ”

[zorkaya-moved]

"Zarina~ , how it is a delight to see you." the Queen mused, an all too happy tone to her voice with bright emerald eyes alit. heels are dampened on the carpent beneath as she hurriedly got up from her seat, hands holding onto the dress as she took careful steps down to meet Zarina in just before she got to the center of the room. "are you well? i.. have been awaiting your return. we have much to talk about." Evangeline couldn't hide it. even as a queen, a noble of high esteem, she.. took the smallest of delights in seeing those she has come to enjoy chats with even if they were of political or serious matters.

is @amaurct

The queen greets her with a smile and it gets the ice elemental to smile sweetly at her. Charm must remain within the court, but she also wishes not to let anyone see a slip up. The control over one’s emotions must remain intact without any issues and any troubles, it is her leading power and it is her leading ability without the licks of elemental’s power caressing the nature’s rules in attempt to break them from the inside. The emerald gaze of Evangeline is beautiful as always, Zarina notes, as she looks at the woman with her hands locked together and placed on her stomach with her head held high and her spine straight to add into her own regal appearance. The silver hair cascades down her back, several locks fall off her shoulders on her chest. The black dress with golden accents and precious stones make her look like the moon who stepped down from the night sky, said moon symbolism beautifully reflected in the way the stones were placed on her skirt. The gloves she wore ended in the middle of her biceps, two rings remained on her right hand while star-like earrings were seen through the luscious silver hair. 

“ It has been a while, my dear Evangeline, ” Zarina smiles politely at the other, making sure that none will be close enough to hear their talks. A human whose body inhabited a power so ancient came both with a price but also with a lot of advantages that couldn’t be easily turned off. As an example, a heightened sense of smell and hearing - the sound of Evangeline’s breathing, the sound of those who stand outside (their breathing just as heard), but what catches her attention is the perfume the queen wears and it brings a delightful hum to the golden eyed maiden. “ Your hair is a bit of a mess, my Queen. May I...? ” 

She gestures with her gloved hand at the top of the other’s head, a crown sits beautifully on top of her head and it makes Sokolova smirk internally over how this woman continues to surprise, to allure, to seduce with her smiles and her approaches. A beautiful spirit approaching someone like her who feeds on attention and devouring of what’s light providing, a beast in the beauty wishing to have this royal maiden all to herself. How possessive, but she has never been one to deny her wants until her job or something more important stood in front of her. 

“ Thank you, ” Zarina voices out her gratitude for giving her a nod of consent as she carefully fixes the hair and the crown on top of the woman’s head. Her touch is careful and her attention to detail is unmatched. The closeness it helps them both acquire with this action, Sokolova looks down at meet the emerald gaze, her lips curled into a charming smile. “ I cannot allow you to look less than best in front of the others, Evangeline. Your rule continues and with me by your side I shall help you keep it as strong, even if you do not require my help. ”

A soft chuckle slips through, bringing the attention to Zarina’s expression as she notices the whispers outside of the door. The maids do not dare to enter the room but she could care less, though she cannot yet create rumors with the queen. Not yet, but she does want to create some scandalous rumors here and there, but not now. 

“ I am happy to return to your side. Would you grace me with a moment of your free time? We both must have a lot to share between us. ” The mission she was sent to was all to help the queendom, the place where she would remain stationed to keep what she likes protected and safe. Akin to a dragon who found her gmstone, now residing here: protective and terrifying.