-ˏˋ ♕ @coiins ╱ ♡
❛ I'm looking for someone. I've heard that you might be able to help me... are you taking anything new ? ❜

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-ˏˋ ♕ @coiins ╱ ♡
❛ I'm looking for someone. I've heard that you might be able to help me... are you taking anything new ? ❜
Coin
❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜ mb for chiyo? :3
assorted dialogue | @coiins shows concern for chiyo!
chiyo's gaze shifts back to summer, an apology pressed in the curve of her smile. " yeah, just... thinking too much, like i tend to. "
she's supposed to visit her parents in a few weeks, and she's looking forward to it -- she really is! she misses her mother's teasing and her father's horrible jokes, and she misses eating meals with them and watching bad horror movies together. chiyo misses her family, more than she'd like to admit sometimes, so it isn't like she doesn't want to see them. that's not what she's overthinking.
she's overthinking the part that comes after the happy hugging and catching up. she's overthinking the part where her parents ask about something other than work, about her social life, and she struggles to think of what to tell them because if she's honest, there's not much to tell. chiyo has her work, her dog, and a few friends. that's it. that's enough. for her, at least ( for now, at least ).
it's convincing her parents that that's true, convincing them that they really don't need to worry, that has chiyo spacing out more and more the closer the date approaches. god, she's worried they're gonna worry. it sounds like a joke.
the mangaka sighs, fidgeting with her coffee cup. " my parents worry a little too much, and that makes me worry, is all. they're gonna hear i spend a big chunk of my time holed up in my apartment and think i'm dyin' of loneliness and won't tell 'em. " her eyes meet summer's again, and she grins, releases another small huff. " the whole thing sounds silly, huh? "
❥ big hug!!!!!
send ❥ to hug my muse from behind || accepting !!
what's better, a beautiful lie... or the ugly truth ??
the version of herself that she showed the world was nothing more than a lie. the words she'd shout out to the crowd... the way she'd carry herself.... to be the perfect idol was to carry out the perfect lie - and it was something that she took pride in. people loved her - they adored her, and ai hoshino did everything in her power to keep it that way.
if the world knew of how ugly she really was on the inside... they wouldn't love her anymore. everything she built up... it would all be for nothing.
she sits at the edge of the hotel room bed, scrolling through her social media feed. whatever information summer gave on her... it wasn't enough to give her any bad press ( or if there was, it was such an insignificant amount that it may as well not exist. )
the idol takes some form of comfort in that. she was popular enough that the only information that would truly make waves would be about her children. but she figures that such information wouldn't be sold for cheap...
( if it ever got out on any terms that weren't her own... she'd drag him right down to hell with her... that was something she decided long ago. )
he had to do what he had to to make ends meet. this was something she understood - though she was upset in the heat of the moment when she found out... this was part of what it meant to lie with him.
summer knew both sides of her, the lie and the truth... and yet he still kept coming back. and despite everything, she kept coming back to him, too. maybe a part of her felt like he'd be the only one that could ever really love a people hating liar like her. maybe that was because he had a similar ugliness of his own on the inside....
ai couldn't really say for sure.
but she liked the feeling of his lips on her skin, and she liked how she felt when the times were good. there were times when he pushed her too close to the edge for comfort, and yet she still came back every time.
she feels his arms wrap around her, and its like a warm embrace. she very well could melt into the feeling if it prolonged long enough. he was soft and warm, she could feel his heart against her back and she thinks to herself how nice the feeling is.
it's been so long since she's felt a feeling like that.
she leans into it, allowing herself to be held tightly like she was.
❝ eheh, did you miss me ?? ❞
her fingertips dance along his arm as she speaks, tracing small circles as she loops up at him.
❝ our show tonight was a hit, were you able to catch it ?? ❞
the fact that the venue was close to where he was was an accident, ensuring that he had a key to her hotel room wasn't.
maybe she had missed him too.
❝ you're welcome to stay for the night if you want, summer. we just have to make sure we leave at different times in the morning~ ❞
🎲 kissyyyyy
kiss meme || accepting.
34. A kiss after a bite.
i love you - three words that leave the woman's mouth with ease, it's a lie... they both know it. it's a pretty little lie, much like most of the words that leave her lips.
ai wasn't sure just how she felt about him. did she hate him... or was there a part of her that really did like him ??
...whatever it was that she did feel, it was intense enough that she let him this close to her, she wanted him to be near her... she wanted to feel his lips on hers. ( so maybe it was something closer to affection, then. ) in the quiet of the room ai finds her head nestled between his neck, she knew better than to bite in places that were easily seen ( but oh, how she'd like to leave his neck covered if she could ).
❝ don't worry, ❞ she begins. ❝ i'll make sure to leave it in a spot that only i'll be able to see~ ❞ though she may have been a being of lies, it was something she was being honest about ( or she was trying to be honest about, at least, ) in the event that she miscalculated where she'd left her mark...
...well, at least there was always makeup to cover it up with.
the idol breaths a laugh as she nibbles at his neck gently, long enough to leave a mark... but not long enough to cause any pain. sealing it with a kiss just before she moves her head away.