#demisurge

[faegaid]

                                    — `  *  @demisurge​    //    ♡

         ❛      THE  CLOUDS  ARE  GETTING  OMINOUS  AGAIN  .  .  .     ❜ 

Saccharine  petals   ,    like  pink  candy  float  in  enchanting  contrast  as  air   THICKENS  HEAVILY   (     there’s  a  force  that  carries  this  incoming  storm   ,   the  maiden  can  feel  it      )     .    Hovering  body  delicately  turns  around   ,   eyes  of  gold  settling  onto  menacing  figure     ————    a  commander   ,    she  assumes   ,   a  demon  she  hopes  not   ,  his  troubling  nature  she  observes   .      ❛      I’ve  never  seen  this  kind  of  uniform  before   .     ❜

[rejiang]

                                                                ❛    EVEN    THE    GREATEST    WARRIOR    NEEDS    REST  .    ❜                                A    hum    of    unholy    tongue────────finger    tips    ‘pon    glove    /    incapable    of    surrounding    that    warm    hand    ,    thus    she    presses    the    tips    of    fingers    against    the    edges    of    his    &    tugs    him    above    ;    at    a    careful    pace    ,    slow    &    serene  .    TO    THE    MOUNTAIN    TOP    THEY    ASCEND    ,    her    smile    not    to    fade    (    gentleness    bleeding    through  .    )

                                A    CHILL    THREADS    THROUGH    &    she    flinches    for    a    moment    (    but    her    heart    is    warmed    ,    as    eyes    fall    ‘pon    the    object    in    her    free    hand  .    )    A    KITE    ,    perhaps    childish    in    creation    with    the    vibrancy    but    something    to    which    she    will    release    not  .    WARMTH    FLOWERS    IN    NEARLY    HIDDEN    EYES    &    she    turns    to    him    with    the    final    few    steps  .                ❛    HAVE    YOU    EVER    FLOWN    A    KITE    ?    Please    ,    could    we    fly    this    one    together    ?    It    is    very    fun    !    ❜

@demisurge  .

[rosenill]

       @demisurge     /    starter call !  

             ❛     kureto     ❜ sakae called out gently, hands resting on his lap while hearing the familiar sets of heavy footsteps approaching.  ❛     it’s been awhile since you’ve last visited now .... -- how have you been faring ?     ❜

[kingofgayandsalt]

@demisurge liked for a starter

Oh no, not again.  Summoned to the Oh great Lord Kureto’s office.  Last time Yuu was there alone it did not go over well, bad memories, bad bad memories. 

Traitor his ass

Yuu can’t even imagine what might be in store for him this time. Whatever it was Yuu’s attitude remained the same.  Practically slamming open the grand door with no regard.  He had places to be.

❝ What do you want? ❞

[castitatli]

                  RUNNING OFF TO FIND A SAFE HAVEN is not something she should of done as soon as they came home, but she just needed to be away for a bit. healing is something that, as much love and passion she has for it, leaves her weary and frail. she is covered in minor wounds and bruises, the corner of her mouth stained with crimson still somewhat fresh, but she doesn’t think she needs treatment. in fact, after seeing to that the injured are ushered to the infirmary, in much more capable hands, she disappears before anyone could quiz her on her well-being. 

                  her own bedroom would of been the most logical place to go to, but her heart leads her to another, much safer place.. at least, one she has christened as a safe place. he’s not here at the moment, most likely tending to duties fit for a king, so she quietly closes the door to his office behind him. settling on his couch, a place she’s dozed off many a time, she does it again, lithe frame curling up. 

                a few moments pass and she is almost fully lulled to sleep when she hears the door open. she’s not startled in the slightest, knowing that it could be one person. she sleepily sits up, and as she tries her best to snap out of it, realizes that she must look like an outright mess. 

               ‘ ‘m alright, ‘ she greets him, sheepish in tone. before her king she must look like an eyesore, but all she can do is give him a small smile. ‘ ‘m alright.. just needed to get away.. ‘ not completely alright, but the others did look worse. 

               ‘ didn’t know you’d be back so soon.. ‘

                          // @demisurge

[wraithery]

demisurge asked : spare a smooch .

(  kiss kiss !  3/5    :   not  accepting  !   /  @demisurge )

                   when   someone   does   one   thing    ,    over   and   over   again    ,    purposefully    —    with   a   goal    in   mind     ,    they   call   that   repetition    .    however   ,   when   that   one   thing   becomes   routine   ,    so   natural   that   it   seems   like   it   encircles   every   fingertip   with   ease     ,    it   becomes   a   habit    .      that   was   what   had   become   of   his   facades    ,    now   less   of   a   mask   but   more   of   an   armour    ,     cynicism   as   a   second   skin   to   conceal   the   whispers   of   his   demons    .    this   was   no   difference    ,    he   has   tried   to   convince   himself    ,    it   was   unlike   him   to   get   lost   in   such   a   game     .    

                   checkmate    .     ❝    that’s   disappointing   .    i   suppose   i’m   no   match    ,    that’s   another   win   for   you    .   ❞     he   laughs    like   the   way   relief   caresses   solace   on   the   cheek    ,    like   there’s   nothing   else   that   plagues   his   mind    ,    like   this   is   all   that   he   seeks   from   his   time   with   kureto    .    they   stand   up   in   synch    ,    like   well   -   rehearsed   formalities   ,   exhausting    ,    and   on   some   days    ,    leaves   a   distasteful   qualm   for   his   mind    .    kureto   is   proper   down   to   the   very   seams   of   his   appearance    ,    down   to   every   button   at   his   cuffs   that   seemed   to   be   repelling   chrollo’s   chaos    .     he   reads   the   disappointment   between   his   brows    ,    attributes   it   to   his   facile   victory    ,    to   which   chrollo   offers   a   chaste   smile    .    this   habit   ,   for   the   first   time    ,    begins   to   drain   him    .

                   there’s   minimal   words   exchanged    ,    but   chrollo   recognises   the   part   of   kureto’s   lips    .    he   had   something   to   say    .    to    reprimand   ?     disapprove   of   ?    a   request    ?     something   chrollo   would   otherwise   be   interested   in    ,    if   not   for   the   stray   crinkle   in  the   other’s   collar    .   it   delights   him    ,   almost    ,    that   the   imperfection   crumbles   the   barrier   between   their   worlds   and   feels   like   they’re   no   longer   playing   a   tedious   game   of   rivalry   through   the   distance   of   multiple   dimensions    .    when   he   reaches   out    ,    he   grazes   the   fabric    and    straightens    out   the   stiff   material   between   deft   fingers    .       ❝    don’t    think   too   much   about   this    ,   kureto    ,   ❞

                   his   voice   barely   dies   before   their   lips   collide    ,   his   fingers   now   buried   between   the   other’s   collar    ,    grasping   mayhem   in   his   hands   just   to   pull   him   one   step   closer   to   the   havoc   he   wishes   to   show   him    .   suddenly    ,   like   wilting   breeze   ,    his   smile   fades    ,    even   old   habits   wane   in   the   presence   of   unwarned   impulses    .    he   doesn’t   expect   the   kiss   to   last    ,    but   it   does    .    there’s   no   hands   digging   into   his   collars   in   irritation    and    no   force   against   his   body   telling   him   to   cut   out   this   ridiculous   joke   .    his   smile   finds   its   way   back   between   his   lips   ,   now   pressed   with   quiet   tenderness   as   he   bundles   his   composure   and   distance   back   into   his   hands    .    this   time    ,    he   doesn’t   bother   feigning   the   pending   apologetic   chuckle    ,    but   dusts   lightly   over   the   now   rumpled   collar    .    with   this    ,    chrollo   admits   his   defeat    .    ever   after   their   war   is   over    ,    he’ll   remain   as   the   split   second   of   disorder   in   kureto’s   world    .