#destinedpartner

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@destinedpartner​:

“That the best you got, Antenna Boy?” A hand moved to wipe off a bit of sweat from his forehead as he looked at the blonde. This guy was older than him and yet Sync was still faster. 

[psyncin-in-the-restrain]

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"Oh! Are you looking for something in particular? Surely there’s somebody here that can assist you with that!” [He fixed his glasses and smiled. Whether that smile was genuine or malicious is uncertain.]

"If you’re interested in the seventh fonon, however, I don’t think that’s something I’m capable of helping you with. After all, that specific fonon is one that not everyone can master.” [Jade should know; it’s what changed his life forever.]

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@destinedpartner​:

Atop her brother, the small girl looked down at the blond boy before her. The soft growls that left her sibling's throat informed her that something smelt off about this person. Small fingers pulled her doll closer as she watched him. 

“Who are you?”

[shimmerfang-impact]

My muse is high on painkillers after a big operation in the hospital. Send “~” for a drug induced nonsensical greeting from my muse. @destinedpartner​

Ivar had no recollection of how he’d ended up in this place, with its horribly drab white walls and white ceiling and white beds and white sheets and white outfits and... many things that were the color white. So he came to the only logical conclusion: he’d been taken hostage. His kidnappers came in and asked him questions, but he spat back riddles and nonsensical answers to them-- he’d never give up valuable information to whatever evil organization they were a part of! But his yelling subsided when he saw the outline of familiar blonde hair.

Instead, his demeanor took a turn for passionate as he burst into sobs. “Emil!” he cried out, warm tears beginning to fall down his cheeks. The sensation was strange, and he rubbed his palms against his damp face to further investigate the weird feelings. “You came for me... I-I thought you’d left me here to die.” Ivar’s hands-- still wet with tears-- tugged at Emil’s arm, attempting to pull him onto the bed. But no matter how strong he pulled, it seemed to have no effect. “You’re not allowed to leave again... I’m gonna protect you from all the bad guys.”

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“Let’s see...” He rummaged around in his inner pocket. “Gels, bottles... oh, I got a fish. We can eat that.” 

[fullthrottleprince]

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Oh. Oh, shit. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. He didn’t know what possessed him to kiss Emil in the first place. It’s was just a stupid impulse and now Emil was going to get the wrong idea. The idiot was supposed to get embarrassed or something and back away. Instead, Emil was holding him in place. There was no where to run. What had started out as a meaningless gesture suddenly felt like a lot more. There.. There was no choice but to keep kissing him, right? That was the excuse that made Syo feel better about not trying harder to pull away, at least.

It wasn’t until breathing became too difficult and too necessary that he pulled away and turned his head to the side, avoiding looking Emil in the eyes.