#chahrismatic

[diggingyourgraves]

Hello :')

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[X] Again, again.

[X] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[X] Sure.

[X] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[X] Sure.

[X] YES.

Sex?:

[X] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

[X] If you want.

[diggingyourgraves]

chahrismatic

It'd been a while since they'd properly been able to talk to each other; much to the chagrin of Graves's own mind. There was hardly another person that he would desire to talk to at length -- save for one or two significant figures, though their conversations would maintain different passions. Her dwelling wasn't still as familiar as the grip of his gun to him, but it would remain easy to retrace his way there. Under his arm and hidden by his poncho for now lay a small canister, actually a re-purposed shell, filled with small sweets and baked goods. He wasn't actually positive if the fox-side would enjoy such a thing, but the human-side would probably overpower much other desires.

Graves's fingers rapped against the entrance, until finding their way to remove his cigar before he forgot, tapping it out and stuffing it back into its case. Although it helped alleviate the cold winds, it would still be warmer than the cold gaze received if he arrived with it stuffed in his mouth.

[diggingyourgraves]

☏

Send ☏ for a loving text

[10:27 PM] Foxy.

[10:27 PM] Normally I wouldn't want to air words through whatever the heck this thing really is all about.

[10:28 PM] Or at all, really.

[10:30 PM] I know about what you do. Trying to become something you're not by taking it through. Means. Heck knows why you would, because what you are is the best *person* I have met, and I guess I ain't too good with being as charming as you, so I'll keep it short and sweet here for now.

[10:31 PM] I fell, foxy.

[summoner-renzus]

Spirit of the Woods - Closed with chahrismatic

Ionia was a realm where Renzus felt unusually at ease in. Perhaps it was its people's dedication to peace and tranquility that permeated the land. Or perhaps it was the reverse, that the realm itself was a being of serenity that had spread its virtues to those who had settled there. Regardless of origin, the sense of calm that Renzus had when walking on Ionian soil was...unnatural. Pleasant, but unnatural.

In the shadows of its forests, Renzus was on a search for an old hermit who supposedly owed a debt to one of Ionia's more well-respected regional lords. In an attempt to earn favour with him, Renzus had agreed to search the realm for this hermit, if only to give the lord some closure. It was doubtful that the man in question was alive, but the First Crow had to try.

He began to notice, however, that he was not alone in this lonely forest road. A shadow flitted in between the trees and bushes, just at the edges of his peripheral vision. Turn as he might to try and get a bead on it, whatever it was it was fast enough to avoid his eyes.

All Renzus could see of it so far...was the elegant movements of white tails.

chahrismatic

[diggingyourgraves]

I overheard you like foxes.

"I think ya've been gettin' too much lowdown from yer floatin' partner."

[diggingyourgraves]

What do they say?

"They bark."

"I don't even know why you'a all people are askin' me about foxes."

[forsaken-purpose]

★

Send me a ★and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours. (13)

Haunted eyes watch carefully the orbs of molten gold that sparkle and glimmer, and after a moment the bow in his hand retracts like a snake made of oil, joining with the purplish blight on his arm. 

"... What's in it for me?" He almost snarls, eyes narrowing minutely. "I do not do favours." 

[essence-flux-primed]

"Do pardon me, there was chocolate on your lips."

Send me "there was chocolate on your lips," for my muses reaction to yours kissing them on the lips.chahrismatic

"... Was there?" Ezreal asked, glancing coyly through long lashes at the woman as a sly smile edged across the lips in question. "Really? That's a nice two-for-one deal." Straight white tiers are exposed and he glances away again, as if speaking to himself. "... Two treats in one."