#deathbecomesyou

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[imsorryitsallmyfault]

@death-becomes-you​ continued from [x]:

“Good as new.” He beamed, a smile lighting up his inked face as golden eyes gleamed. It wasn’t until he looked down that he remembered his friend was in a towel… with absolutely nothing on underneath.

The God could feel his cheeks redden as he cleared his throat and bent down to gather Ammit in his hands. The little crocodildo hissed but then settled as he held her to his chest. Oleander did all he could to avoid eye contact with Kanaya as he straightened his posture and abruptly turned on his heel.

“If you need anything else I will be in the living room, just give a shout out, eh?”

The psychic was deeply and honestly amazed by his healing abilities. So much so that all she did was just stare down at her previously injured and potentially broken hand, flexing her fingers and rolling her wrist. In fact, it wasn’t until his rushed exit that she even noticed the awkwardness in his tone. 

“Yeah, sure,” she replied, glancing up at him for just a moment before looking down at herself... and putting the pieces together. 

....shit...

With another half of a second to gather herself, Kanaya got back to drying herself off and getting dressed. 

Wrapping her hair up in a towel-turban and trying not to think too much about earlier, she meandered out into the living room.

[silvcrignis]

Knowledge Is Power || Keira & Osiris

@death-becomes-you con’t from {x}

A warm puff of air left her nose, a noise of BLATANT amusement as a silver brow rose.

“DO you now? That must be NICE.”

[the-self-exiled]

Closed@ Death-Becomes-You

@death-becomes-you

Crystallin eyed the man in amusement. Though he really wasn’t a man exactly; no ordinary one at least. She could feel it off of him as easily as she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Sounds like he has good taste telling you t’ come over here an’ talk t’ me,” she teased, sipping her drink and giving him a little wink. Thankfully alcohol was something that humans hadn’t managed to really screw up like they had food. And she wasn’t nearly as drunk as this man yet.

[jclifou]

@death-becomes-you is encouraging my work-related delinquency.

"Are you lost, monsieur?” Few enough were the visitors to Villeneuve, and fewer still were quite as unsettled-looking as the young man LeFou chanced upon outside the village. When most people came to Villeneuve, they came with purpose; they came like Gaston, because they had always lived there, or like Maurice and his daughter, seeking new happiness in the midst of great personal tragedy, or even like LeFou, in search of quiet after a life of upheaval. But all came with certainty to the village, in one form or another, even the passers-through.

[miguelnothing]

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[miguelnothing]

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