#bungakuburedo

[loyalhealer]

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[lunaeterea]

oops. AGAIN

Your muse walks in and... [gets a stomach kiss because ur a little shit]

         No hard cover held any such translucence that would have demonstrated throughout the nobleman’s chosen pasture; awash of green, blue, the occasional rose, fuchsia… the clever structure so justly adapted to the occasion. Though whilst the alternative soul held himself profound peace with that of a novel, the alabaster figure could not hold in his own accord a generous recognition of silence. Thoughts, considerations, anxieties continued to swarm amongst each exact crevice of his mind.

         A distraction was necessary; Byakuya’s laterality outstretched from loose attachment upon his companion’s thigh to therefore trace the outline of that aforesaid hardcover. Every individuality: the title’s artistry, decorative border that enclosed that of the entire specimen, the pattern of design itself that failed somewhat miserably as it was too small to place under even his own finger.

         Eventually that traveling digit made haste down said accompaniment’s elongated, presented, alike fingers that held the novel; an indistinguishable murmur of wanton attention, or appreciation. Thus, the taichou’s every motion, gesture, that beheld him ever so closer as he adjusted to rest that of his crown along the fullbringer’s hipbone— of turning inside, then, the most gentle of tracings along the impending folds of the white fabric that shielded the abdomen subtly.

[kawaiidollhouse]

X

Send me a 'x' for my muses reaction to yours biting them.

    {ღ}—Feeling teeth against her skin the pinkette froze, turning slightly to see who it was she felt her heart begin to pummel in her chest and not in a good way. Swallowing thickly she simply stared at him, “….W-Wha… What do you think you’re doing…..?”

[lunaeterea]

Oops~

Your character walking in on mine waiting in bed for them.

     Of course, subtlety was emitted, effortless and eloquent— second nature, having been taught and enforced, lovely and professed to be gentle and immaculate. Yet, always, however few and far those instances may be for such a subjected shell to whither, torn or dismissed involuntarily or by his own calculated accord.

     This occurrence was the latter.

     Visibility was surely little to none, yet the nobleman could hardly object— alas a lone open shade was the only indication of a figure among the sheets, the object of luminescence; an alabaster physique that did little to shade itself from the impending bar of the moon’s interference.

     "…-Come."

[lunaeterea]

         "Will you get out of here!?"

[crimson-vigilante]

Three just stepped into the wrong neighborhood.

bungaku-buredo

redpineapplerenji

tia-halibel

  "State your business." Not much for a greeting, but Retsu takes her 'job' at keeping these streets safe rather seriously. And she's always found it better to assume the worst out of strangers to start. 

[gemu-kureiji]

#books are for squares #like you "Excuse me."

"Problem Tsukishima?"

[kawaiidollhouse]

Claimed

A Passionate Kiss

    {ღ}—Frowning, Riruka looked at the male, a mixture of emotions ran through her as she studied his features. His dark hair, almost silky looking and very well taken care of, then the scar across his eyebrow, she had always wondered how that got there but never had the guts to ask, nor did it bother her that much, it was a battle wound most likely from a shinigami or from another Fullbringer when he slaughtered them. Next were his eyes. Cold and heartless most of the time she had never them look at anything with care, she hated when he looked at her because it was as if his eyes could see right through her, trying to steal her soul because he had none.     His body, slim, his outfit very recognizable and in his hand the book he always carried around no matter where he went. She wondered what stupid book he carried around anyways, knowing it wasn’t even necessary since his book mark was his fullbring not the book itself. He has such a cold exterior she shuddered at the thought of loving him once before. She didn’t know how she could have felt anything for him which then again were never real. How was she suppose to kiss him and feel any passion towards him when she pretty much despised him.     Walking up to him, the pinkette reached up to grab one of his suspenders and pulled him closer with a stern expression, the wind rustling through her pigtails. Sucking it up she pushed herself up onto her tippy toes before pulling him in to kiss his lips. Closing her eyes tightly, she tilted her head, soft plump lips caressing his, pushing back the horrible memories of what he had done to her and her friends.     There was such a strange connection between them, she hated him however if she said with all her heart she would be wrong because there is something deep in her heart that is allowing herself to kiss this monster. Pressing her lips harder against his she continued a moment longer before pulling away, shoving him back before wiping her mouth with her sleeve.      “Tch. That is never happening again just so you know.”