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[suburbeia]

@drklng​ | 13. an interrupted kiss 

          IT CERTAINLY WASN’T the best way to get caught and the soft blush blooming on the apples of her cheeks was an indicator of that. Moments before, she’d been in Aleksander’s lap, lips on either side of his thighs, her hands tangled in his hair, their lips moving rather ferociously in, what was, the quiet of their own room. Now they’re sat, both flushed with heaving chests, lips red and swollen, marks steadily appearing on the exposed skin of their necks, while Aleksander glares at the person who chose to interrupt what was supposed to be a private moment. They rarely had those anymore, with everything going on, so whenever the opportunity arose, they’d lock themselves away for as long as they were able. Apparently, do not disturb meant very little to the others.

[detectaed-blog]

@drklng​ sent  “That’s a bit of an interesting angle for that to go at.”

          WRITHING IN PAIN, Sam glares at the other man, jaw clenched. “God damn, you’re so perceptive. You a detective or something?” He attempts to sit up, but the pain radiating from his broken ankle makes it nearly impossible to move. He groans, loudly, and drops his head back onto the cold concrete, “Could you do something a little more productive than standing there like a lost dog? How about a hand here, eh?”

[suburbeia]

@drklng​ | a kiss that conveys emotion + a kiss on a wound

          THE TIME CONTINUED to tick away and Leah couldn’t help the anxiety bubbling in her chest. Aleksander had been gone for hours, causing the inevitable what if’s to settle in her brain. She paced back and forth, gnawing on her thumbnail, all coming to a halt when she hears the door unlock, then open. She wastes no time in running to him, limbs circling his frame, clinging to his warm, familiar form. Her legs situated themselves around his waist while her arms found solace around his neck. There wasn’t anything to say that hadn’t been said before so she doesn’t take up the time with words. Instead, she brings her lips to his, rather feverishly, attempting to convey something to him so she wouldn’t have to speak.

          AFTER WHAT FELT like forever, she pulls back and studies his face. “Sorry, I-” Her words are cut off by the sight of a new mark on his face. Her brow furrows in concern, “Where did you get this?” She cups his cheek and allows her thumb to wander over the expanse of the cut, gently. “You’re so reckless...” The words are breathed against his skin, her neck stretching up to leave a tender kiss on the mark,. Her lips linger for a moment before she ducks her head down and tucks into the comfort of his neck, “You had me scared half to death, you know.” She expresses, completely aware that he must have already known how terrified she was.

[suburbeia]

@drklng​ sent  [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint

          SHE GRUMBLES UNDER her breath, diligently wrapping the broken appendage up. “You’re a complete dumbass, you know that?” Things had been a blur. They had been up against more  Black Suits  and Leah had been cornered, but thank god for Aleksander’s careless impulsivity. Now, they’re sat on the floor of some old crumbling building, Leah attempting to set his broken elbow back into place long enough for them to seek medical care, “Throwing yourself through a window to escape them definitely wasn’t the best idea you’ve had.”

[holymyth]

playgrounds at night   /   @drklng​

a  breeze  rustles  the  dry,   rotting  leaves  on  the  ground .      a  small  gesture  of  the  squaller’s  hand  lifts  them   ---   they  dance,   twirl,   caught  in  the  zephyr’s  current .      this  was  one  of  the  rare  occasions  zoya  left  herself  truly  alone  since  her  return  to  the  little  palace,   though  she  knows  it  won’t  last  long .      this  sun - faded  playground  for  the  little  ones  on  palace  grounds  that’s  often  left  abandoned;   ideal,   perhaps,   for  conversations  intended  to  be  unheard .      in  the  moonlight,   she’s  a  harrowing  silhouette  against  the  structures  that  yearn  for  adolescence  and  reach  skyward  for  something  unnamed .      perhaps  she  was  brooding   ---   or  maybe  she  was  getting  tired  of  watching  her  people  moon  over  the  sun  summoner .

there’s  no  crunch  of  footsteps  on  leaves,   but  she  doesn’t  miss  the  approaching  figure .      zoya’s  hand  drops  and  the  breeze  falls  away .      “  moi  soverennyi .      i  presume  there’s  a  reason  you  chose  here  to  meet  instead  of  inside  the  palace ?  ”      a  raise  of  her  brow  doesn’t  pose  a  challenge,   and  instead  raises  curiosity .