#dominihilist

[trlblzd]

its pride month stelle you know what means

" huh, what. do you want me to like ... go gayblazing instead of trailblazing ? what. "

[starsummons-a]

@dominihilist : it's been so long since someone held me. (to fu xuan but pov shes just getting arrested and is being a brat about it :'DDDDD)

"I'd imagine a lifetime devoid of touch would be troublesome," Fu Xuan replies coolly. Unblinking, unfaltering, without so much as a glance at the Xianzhou's prisoner, the master diviner continues her preparations. While it's true the seer has a bit of a temper, she also isn't going to break. Not for Kafka. Not when she already knows that her prisoner is bound to try and get a rise out of her.

"Unfortunately for you it will be quite some time yet. If you were that troubled you would have handed yourself over much sooner."

[ahsterism]

pushes stelle into the trash can

JOKES ON YOU, KAFKA— they've been looking for an excuse to jump into one of them this whole time. At least the trash can will stick around.

[trlblzd]

gae

in their humble opinion, you are gae-er.

[trlblzd]

stellleeeeeeee she's whining steLLLLEEEEE COME BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK (theyre just across the room from each other)

    STELLE  BLINKS,  WINE  GLASS  IN  HAND  WITH  A  SMALL    tilt of their head.    so clingy, she can be.    the hunter does not hate it though, merely shaking their head as they approach her.    "  i was just    REFILLING    your drink.    missed me already  ?  "

[ruaimei]

on hands and knees on the lab table. oh nooooo~

She is painfully quiet , gloved digits laced together in front of lap . Rather than protest — the reaction she's certain Kafka wants — Ruan Mei patiently observes . Her eyes remain locked on the Stellaron Hunter , but it seems she's looking through , rather than at .

' I didn't realize you'd be so eager for an exam , Kafka . I suppose we could take care of updating your vaccines , since you're comfortable . '

[ruaimei]

kafka:

' ... Interesting . Is this meant to impress me , Kafka ? Did you learn this from the Trailblazer ? '

A pause . Head tilts & lips press together in perplexed stare .

' ... I'm not entirely sure what you're doing ... '

[trlblzd]

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

      THE  SMELL  OF  SOMETHING  METALLIC   PERMEATES  THE  AIR,    pungent in its odor     ———     stripping away the remnants of life that remains in this bloody battlefield.    gold seeps against crimson.    maybe it is her who is in danger  ;    maybe it is them.     though specifics does not seem to matter as the trailblazer    BITES    down on the bile in their throat.    despite the pain that wracks through their system, there is a singular thought that    DOMINATES    over all other cohesive thoughts.    one riddled with desperation and their fingernails digs along the dirt, oxygen squeezed out their lungs.     &   it burns.    this     SCORCHING     anguish in their chest is nothing compared to the regret that they will feel if they do not get to her.      

they struggle.    every wheeze and every pant making them more and more     PATHETIC    but it does not matter.    through gritted teeth, they try to find strength in their arms and their legs so that they can push forward.     kafka.     a name drizzled in     DISTRESS.     pressure claws at their ribs, their heart, and their soul.    they want to scream but nothing is more important than locating her body.

and when they     FINALLY    find her, they cradle her in their arms.    their gaze is cloudied with exhaustion and tears, begging, hoping to hear something    ———    anything from her.     &   then, a spark of    HOPE.    the sound of her voice brings relief  ;     never ready to lose her.    never ready to stray from her.    with a pained chuckle, they brush her hair aside.    such a woman like her should never be seen like this.    "  you're alive,  "     they sob, voice cracking.    

"  i'm glad.  "     cupping her face, they bring their lips to press against hers.     bittersweet, silently pleading that she    NEVER    parts from them ever again.     hot tears stain her clothes and all they can muster up in their mind is the constant confession of  :    i l██e ██u.

kiss & tell.