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cfagrabah replied to your post: Showers him with money and maybe an expensive car...
come Jesse let’s take a bath in a pool of diamonds she’s like stupid rich
he doesnt take baths in the first place he doesn’t need diamonds he needs atonement for the war crimes he’s committed in the name of peace
-- Revali looked at the princess the stood before him, wings crossed and head tilted. He green eyes narrowed at the girl, walking closer and around her. He examined all her features, trying to see if he knew the girl in any way. Not surprising that he didn’t know who this girl was, they never talked before. The wind blew making Revali’s feathers ruffle slightly. He soon took a step bakc and placed a wing on his hip.
❝ Have you come to be in the presence of the breathtaking Rito Champion known as myself~? ❞ Revali asked, laughing softly.
( @cfagrabah )
cfagrabah replied to your post: Moi <3
Just a margin? I’m not trying hard enough apparently
Well pardon me, ma’am, but previous encounters tell me that it might not be wise if I don’t satisfy. You’re a goddamn firecracker.
cfagrabah replied to your post: [[MOR] it’s definitely Sinday as my discord...
marks down the date, time, weather and takes a video of this momentous occasion in history
I KNOW IT’S ABOUT TIME TBH
cfagrabah replied to your post: successful day. all of mc.cree’s armor pieces are...
//*whispers you can use those insulating foam tubes people put under their doors to stop drafts for McCree’s tubes too, that’s what I did
very true, but i dont know if those will be as easy to find in our area right now? im thinking about trying to be as low profile as possible, but i still have to go find spurs. im almost don’e its just driving me wild right now x-x
He has her in the palm of his hand. Where he is still flesh and can still feel, she holds him. It's chaste and soft, nimble fingers wrapped around his wrist and cherry stains upon the palm. Jasmine closes her eyes, focused. As if she can channel her feelings and bring him back to warm days when he could feel the sun on his skin. She's smiling," Be safe tonight."
[ 竜 ] – Touch is something sacred to Genji, more so now than it had been before. It was something never given to him freely, and it was something he perhaps gave too freely to all the wrong people once before. Never was it worth anything of real intimacy. All shallow, impersonal, something to fill an immediate need that he’d been so denied, then and there, and move on.
It was always strange to him when it was someone else who initiated, especially when there was nothing superficial about it, not looking to fulfill that immediate craving, looking for temporary satisfaction before moving on to the next victim.
Stranger now that everything was numb.
He can’t feel the softness of Jasmine’s skin, even upon where it touches his own, but he can feel how gently she touches him. Her fingers press small dents, organic tissue giving yield. But it’s... tender. And he takes it.
“You say it as though I should be worried about something.”
Come live in my palace away from these rude plebians Jesse, you'll be loved and cherished bc Jasmine appreciated his rugged appearance and hot bod
clings to her ankles
"I never doubted you were human. My mother once told me a heartbeat is the song of the soul. Omnics don't have that."
[ 竜 ] – He doesn’t look at her as she speaks. His gaze remains on the horizon, where the setting sun glistens off the rise of skyscrapers and the desert sands in the distance. The world is cast in a hue of rose, and dusts over the scars creeping along the edges of his exposed cheeks. The cloth wrapped around the lower half of his face obscures the idle gesture of pulling that silicone lower lip between his teeth.
But his eyes are bare. They’re wide open windows, so he keeps them as distant as possible. She would see nothing in their grey depths other than the reflection of the neon orb sinking lower in the sky.
Hands dangle limply from the wrist as his forearms press against the railing on which he leans. His demeanor is casual, though it’s a well practiced facade.
The princess’s words strike a chord within him, and it’s not particularly a pleasant one. It’s a strange sort of feeling that continues to vibrate through the rest of his gut. It makes him uneasy.
But she’s right. There’s still a thudding in his chest. It still pumps red blood through his chest, fueling lungs that rise and fall, that still pours from an arm with wounds he can no longer feel. It’s there.
And sometimes, it aches.
“Do machines not have souls then, 姫ちゃん ?”
