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A soft chuckle. "My my. Like looking in a mirror..."

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#bloodlicked #//oh gosh there's two of them

★ How long had it been since they last met with one another { for work-reasons only? undoubtfully? }, countless days and nights have gone by. Fates entangling, changing, shifting what they once were and what they had now become. Even without truly knowing the extent of the alchemist's nature, the ex-soldier was aware that the other man wasn't quite human anymore { or at all? }. Delighted, if he were to be honest, in watching the other approach with picture-perfect purity of white clashing starkly with the deep corruption of long hair. It's always just an amusing visual effect { and knowing the other man's husband? knowing what he was was, would Sephiroth truly question? }.

★ Enough of that when he rises to a stand. When he extends a hand in greeting, knowing well that markings engraved upon palm could be the undoing for so many unworthy ones.

★ But had they not long ago found an understanding in each other? Even before his own mind desired nought else but the disasters and calamities of the worlds? How laughable. But smile just is all that he does. "Quite a long while ago, that we were able to meet." With their selves and beings now totally and absolutely turned inside out - was it not like meeting for the first time ever? "Pleasant, to do so outside of mere business arrangements." For both, the backgrounds of their organisations were not anymore { destroyed? eradicated? brought to ruin? }. "Go for a walk with me~? I am quite eager to hear what all I have missed in this world~" || @bloodlicked ♡~

#bloodlicked #★ [ rp ]#★ [ 01 ] bloodlicked #◆ [ verse ] wanderer #[ hola 8)#i finally managed #set it shortly after he was brought back to life once more #so kimblee can amuse himself with all the stories he has to tell 8> ]

★·.·´¯`·.·★ Birthday Gift for Jovi @bloodlicked ♡~ ★·.·´¯`·.·★

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#♰ queue #bloodlicked #[ I queue'd this for 1am my time so it means it's ur birthday 8|#just a lil something for you ♡♡♡~#I hope you have the best birthday ever ♡ \ w /#i love you ♡~ ]

Kimbley: *sees @bloodlicked destroying @ignicule * Kimbley: B) Encore, please.

#bloodlicked #ignicule #humor #v: dashboard #this pleased the kimbley

♰ There's something undeniably tempting of having his own partner accompany him towards the depths of the underground, rotten and churning, the very essence of everything inside to be a disgusting amalgamation of pigs and cattle - ready for the slaughterhouse. It had been delightful enough to engage with those that saw themselves [ partially, at least ] far above mankind. In selling them out for desirable prices, only enhanced once the mortician had made his deals with this or that one and offered priceless feast in exchange for tidbits to experiment on.

♰ And for today? He would take his husband along. Striking though, they both truly were. Striking enough to draw eyes to black and white and the obscuring masks worn created by one of the maneaters own kind. " Interesting, no~? They sell humans and half-ghouls here alike. " Himself? He wasn't even remotely interested in any of the ‘goods’ - only ever set foot inside the theatre when that work associate of his would call for it. He knows very well that the female ghoul would be one to have crates moved and 'items' brought towards the stage-light.

♰ So why were they here?

♰ The expectation of an attack. And it had been far too hilarious to not engage in this very quarrel here and there. How powerless they truly were. " Come on, darling~ Let's watch the show for a while. " For the Alchemist knew well enough, the auction in itself was nothing to even ponder about. " Whatever they present here, maybe we will recognise one - or two~ " || @bloodlicked ♡~

#♰ reply queue #bloodlicked #♰ rp #tokyo ghoul ; sideverse #[ this for that 8>#they never really played around in that verse #i can explain it to you a bit when i'm back 'v ' ]

kimbley and kimblee being brothers and killing people together is my aesthetic tbh

[[yaaaaaasssss murder twinnsssss (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ]]

#bloodlicked #mun

casually does he roll onto the sleeping form of his beloved, giving a gentle kiss onto their chest while they laid in bed. hands automatically starting to play with undertaker's hair softly - solf is half asleep but of course , he acts on impulse to show his lover some tender moments. a tired yawn leaving him before he would speak. " i love you."

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Not quite asleep [ not even remotely ], in smiling the slightest bit when he’s perceiving said movements. Beginning with the stir, going over the settling of larger form, down to the kiss, he’s quite perceptive for it, quite attentive like that [ nothing missed, nothing forlorn ], in moments that would merely have him chuckle. Why was he awake? No reason to be really disclosed as it came, just the time of the day, just a stray thought after a dream chased for a few relaxed heartbeats exhaled in the quiet around them, before attention truly settles onto his beloved’s benign affections.

It’s an even softer movement in an answer than all the ones placed on him in that small blink in time [ it’s so insignificant for the likes of theirs ]. An even more tender embrace he’s following out of some subconscious yearning and wanting. With how his hands begun to trace along bare back and shoulders, one to climb ever higher and higher, map out the path and follow the trail, along the column of neck and it’s steady march of blood hidden inside of it. Tender, ever so tender, could they touch one another—

—while the world around them may just burn.

Surprising still to think that this one was his - his mate, his lover, his soulmate above all else, a man adored and cherished, now taken in with eyes sure smiling while mouth to breath the softest of sighs. Those confessions of theirs, in the same tick of time, to be repeated between in embellished air [ only their breaths, only their smells - such a wonderful symphony ] and inhale like the freshness of a rising morning. He’s easy to respond, without words for a thought trailing along, with the way fingertips would surely catch that finely chiselled jaw, would have thumb to trace along bottom lip, catch that picture the mortician had drawn [ such countless times ] back into his mind.

As if it would disappear if he did not hold him quite so close. As if a ghost was beneath his gentle grasp, dissipating into thin air if hold became a margin just too harsh. It wouldn’t happen, they know just well. All appeared for them to control, for them to shape the world around them anew, to make them theirs in every stream, shape and frame. Enough to smile before he’s twisting slightly beneath body to beautifully cover his own, twists beneath that warmth in everlasting chase for more.

“ I love you too. ”

#bloodlicked #;;asks #ask;kimblee #[ :') hi there #ramona stop being sappy with them #they are assholes #ramona: no ]