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[shrapnelsong]

We keep this love in a Photograph

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     Against better judgement, Alice had chosen one of the rarest books in the library for her final paper, which meant watching the wait list like a Hawk and horrendous return fees for being even five minutes late. Needless to say that Mihawk lending her his very precious and legitimately priceless, signed first edition only made her love him more.

With her paper finished and turned in, she could finally return his copy, and a proper thank you was in order. First, a nice bottle of wine, maybe she could also cook him a meal that would go well with it, so she went grocery shopping before heading to his place.

Setting the bags down, she took a moment to make sure she was presentable. Whenever she thought about just how elegant and outright stunning her boyfriend was, Alice idly wondered exactly what he saw in her. She had fallen so completely in love with his heart and mind ever since that first lesson on her second semester, that he would even give her the time of day was mindblowing.

A couple of deep breaths later, she smiled to herself at how lucky she was and knocked on the door. 

[starauros]

Forever Yours || Auriu Asasin

The train whisked through the countryside briskly. The scenery close to the train a blur, further away it was like a quickly unraveling film reel. It was beautiful, quaint countryside. But one could only look at ‘quaint countryside’ for so long before it became boring. And Star had already seen enough countryside to last her the rest of her life.

The sky outside the train window became dusky, and if Star focused her eyes just right, she could stare at herself, reflected in the window’s glass. Of course neither sight interested her, and Star lethargically turned her head towards the interior of the car. It was empty, which only served to amplify her own sense of boredom. On her lap lay a map of the area, with certain towns circled in pen, others x-ed out. On the seat beside her was a well-worn journal with bits of paper and sticky-notes protruding from the edges. 

The journal was a gift from her grandfather. He had started trying to trace the family’s lineage. The records were reliable, for about two centuries back, but then things started to get a little spotty. After all, not everyone really kept track of exactly when someone was born, or died, or if they moved. And that information wasn’t really shared either. So if someone born in one town happened to move, and then die in another, well it took a bit of work to piece together whether or not that was, in fact, the same person. Which is why Star was now on a deserted train in the middle of nowhere. Her grandfather had passed two years ago, and now Star was attempting to finish the genology project that he had started. It had seemed exciting at first, being a detective for her own history. But it had quickly turned into a lot of long, boring train rides and hours of frustration trying to track down and confirm identities with resources that might exist, or might have been burned in that fire back in 1852, or lost in the great flood of 1765, or just plain misplaced when files were moved to a new building in 1984.

Star leaned her head against the seat and closed her eyes with a sigh. “Gotta think about where to stay tonight... stupid train... not having sleeping cars...”

[starauros]

Caged || auriu-asasin

She stood before the door and scuffed her bare feet against the hard stone floor. No carpet. It was too hard to keep clean. And showed blood too easily. Star examined the worn wooden door, the painted number 10 fading with age. But she was familiar with every scratch and fleck, the same way she was familiar with the door knob that had it's patina worn off by years of frequent use. Yes, she knew this door all too well, just like all the others. But there was someone different behind this door. After all, in this contest of strength and wits, there was quite a high turn over.

Star gulped and felt the pain radiate through her throat. The one from before had said he liked the feel of his hands around her neck. The bruises showed it. But standing here wasn't going to make anything better. As Star reached for the door knob, the sleeve of her black, kimono-like robe pulled back revealing bruises around her wrist in the shape of a hand. But seeing things like that didn't bother Star anymore. She opened the door and quietly shuffled inside, closing the door behind her.

The room was sparsely furnished, like all the others. There was a bed, a chest for personal possessions, table and chairs, and a sofa. Against the back wall was a window that looked outside, and to the left was the doorway leading to the bathroom. Star knew the layout of each room by heart.

"G-good evening. I'm here to... to entertain you..." Star said slowly. The words sounded mechanical. She had said them all too often. Her piece said, Star held still, hands clasped and head down, waiting to hear what the man that she knew inhabited the room would say.

[inmarcesibles]

auriu-asasin

Mistletoe prompt thingy

        It was the first Christmas they were celebrating together in a sense. Mihawk and Crocodile were both alone for the holiday and had no intentions of making plans - to them it was just like any other day like any other year. But this year.. it was different.

        A few months ago, they had become friends and perhaps even more than that. Sharing a few drunken kisses, a few stolen glances, a few laughs and fights - even though it had only been a few months it was perhaps the strongest and most meaningful relationship Crocodile had. They were men, they didn't need to over complicate things with drama and rumors and jealousy - it was a simple yet delicious relationship they had created, nothing that should be ruined by overthinking.

        It was but a few moments till Christmas Eve turned to Christmas Day and the two were walking along the side of the road, wanting to sober up a little. Idle chatter with small chuckles and laughs muffled into their scarves was but the only sounds in the quiet winter snow. Small puffs of it fell from the sky in a slow but steady dance, covering the ground in a pure white sheet.

        Burying his face further against his scarf as they stopped at the streetlight, he caught a tinge of green in the corner of his eye. Crocodile raised his head to look up, noticing something was hanging on the light above them - a mistletoe. He decided he was both drunk enough and in a good enough mood to play along with the silly little tradition so he turned to Mihawk and pressed their foreheads together.

        Chuckling, he pointed above them before lowering both their scarves and pressed his lips gently against the others in a soft kiss. Their lips were so cold he wondered if he stuck his tongue out would it stick.

        —"Mistletoe... You have to kiss under a mistletoe." 

[inmarcesibles]

Once you get this, you must say five things you like about yourself, publicly, then send it to ten of your favorite followers. >w>

I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS. I’M SUPPOSED TO BE LEAVING IN 108 MINUTES BUT I’M NOT REALLY PACKED THAT MUCH. who am I kidding. It’s a 5 day trip. It’s all good. 

- My I don’t give a fuck attitude (No.. but seriously… I just dgf)- Asian metabolism - that lets me eat a full fucking steak at 4 am- Wonderful powers at crack - which apparently influences everyone around me- I’m apparently the queen of angst - according to barb because I make her heart cry. It’s a love hate relationship. But yes, I do like making people cry - from great writing (pft). - A lot - I’m pretty confident to be honest. I don’t bitch and whine a lot about my personal life unless it’s about how lazy I am. Idk. I just don’t have a lot to be upset about in life so I try to not vent about it. (unless we’re close then you’re going to hear me complain. a lot). 

[inmarcesibles]

How to Cook F̶l̶a̶m̶i̶n̶g̶o̶ Chicken

Mihawk: "Yes, I was thinking chicken with mandarin sauce? Perhaps with some rice? And maybe a little starter? What wine would go best with that?"

Crocodile: "Hmm, how about you pick the wine, I'll go put a dry rub on the chicken to get it more... flavorful."

Mihawk: "Sounds perfect to me. And will you be smoking before, or after dinner? Or throughout it like usual?"

Crocodile: "Hmm, before, just to season the chicken with a little bit of smoke. I'll smoke again after but not throughout, I really want to enjoy the taste of eating that chicken."

Mihawk: "I am glad you have decided like this. It is much appreciated. I cannot wait."

Crocodile: "Could you help with carving the chicken though, such a big... chicken would probably be easy on a sword like yours."

Mihawk: "I surely will. I've been wanting to do just that for a long time. We should enjoy it together."

Crocodile: "Don't carve it up so much as to kill the chicken, the meat will be flavorless that way. Instead, just cut it up enough, we can let the oven do the rest."

Mihawk: "Marvellous idea. I am glad to have met someone with such amazing cooking abilities like you, my dear."

Crocodile: "we just make a very... good team when it comes to cooking chicken."

[askku-chan]

auriu-asasin skomentował(a) Twój post:"Oh how I wish for soothing rain. How I wish to dream again. My loving heart, lost in the dark. For hope I'd give my everything."

"Kuma, no."

"Why?"

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/{I just want you to know that I keep stalking your interactions and I’M SURE I’LL CRY A LOT ONE DAY QAQ -cries already-}

{{ Stalking all the interactions? Or just our white collar one? ;D -supplies you with lots of tissues- I cry too ; A;