--THEY GET BETTER.
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
{ a Yasha && Lenalee fanmix } Happy birthday, Bliss!
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--THEY GET BETTER.
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
{ a Yasha && Lenalee fanmix } Happy birthday, Bliss!
Camellia (general) & iris (blue)
Send my muse some flowers to convey your muse’s feelings towards them!
「Status: Not Accepting」
Camellia General – AdmirationIris Blue – Faith, Hope
Sweetly scented they were, their meaning ever more so. { Tenderness } presently wound her visage, whereas if she knew the latter, only t e n d r i l s would { STRANGLE } her heart.
❝ Sie sind schön1, ❞ she breathed, mother tongue taking hold, ❝ But I'm afraid I don't know the occasion. ❞
1. "They're beautiful."
▐▎behindgoldenmask;
continuation ▏
{ Blasphemy, he speaks; ignorance, she retains. }
Her lungs balloon for oxygen, ribs a cage that c a n n o t be breached. Her muscles stretch, SNAP, and fix against a skeleton too feeble for s t r i f e. Copper swells etch fresh grooves of scar tissue through layers of ivory—and in such a moment, her anatomy concurs whilst her voice can not.
Come a lull, she acknowledges his words, ❝ If that is praise ❞—her digits grow taunt against the rim of her innocence—❝ I cannot accept it. ❞
Her faith { how S P L I N T E D it has become } forbade it. Ashen optics turn to the heavens, a question of forgiveness painted on their surface for her delayed speech, before r e l i n q u i s h i n g in a moment's time. More r e l e v a n t matters remain on THIS plain.
With that, Lorette maneuvers a limb backward, then throws her entirety into a forward motion, releasing her chakram at the peak of the swing. It makes contact with an Akuma’s side. B u r s t i n g through in a scatter of sparks, it lands on the cobble underfoot. She grips the chain and yanks to bring the disk into aerial motion once more, catching it ‘round the handgrip upon return. { How mechanical she is. }
She pauses. ❝ But the intention I can thank you for. ❞
// "I dare you to kiss Yasha." #yolo XD
Send "I dare you to kiss..." with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips.
As a demon, she was long used to tricking; deceiving. She was ready to do the very same thing once more, if not for the clause tacked on to the end of the dare — on the lips.
She gave a sigh.
“My apologies,” the murmur slipped out of her mouth as she approached the male, looking up to him with a knitted brow. Utashi leaned up, hand to the side of his face for balance, and leaned up ever so softly —she kissed him— before pulling away and stepping back. “It is... a long story, you could say.”
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The man had her stopping in her tracks; looking back at him. He wasn’t demon, or apparition. But... But...— He wasn’t human. She could feel it, in his energy. It was, he was— It made her throat close, and her hair rise.
“You are... old.”
// Asura playing Flappy Bird. Go.
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He stared curiously at the device handed to him by Yasha. Was it created by the hands of mortals or his own kind? He did not know. From its sleek design it clearly was an advancement of technology.
The glass screen displayed an image of a creature that was not even size the of his upper thumb, hovering above clouds up in a sky; above it was a heading entitled “Flappy Bird” and below it were three rectangles consisting of the word “Start”, and a green triangle with its tip pointing towards three orange blocks of different heights.
Asura momentarily glanced up at Yasha before resuming to look at the title screen and slowly tapping the “Start” rectangle with his thumb. The three rectangles disappeared as the screen changed, but the background and the creature remained; though this time they were moving.
The Demigod watched in amusement as the bird performed one wing-flap before dipping downwards to the ground which activated a pop-up of the word “Game Over” and a few more boxes; one seemed to look like a retry option, a green triangle. Tilting his head he tapped the option and the bird was up in the sky again. However, it repeated its mistake and another “Game Over” screen appeared.
Asura frowned and decided to try once more. Upon seeing the creature flapping again, he tapped the screen and it performed another wing-flap. Grunting softly he tapped again and the bird was flying properly until it hit a green pipe and fell…
A few minutes later…
❝ It just won’t go through the damn PIPES… ❞
Groaning in frustration he threw the device back to Yasha and shook his head in annoyance.
❝ This wasted my time! ❞
@behindgoldenmask said: ARTsura
YASHA LET US SEE WHO CAN PAINT THE BEST!