#edibledragons

[hunting-apricity-archive]

@edibledragons; from here

By the time he wakes, the heat of the afternoon has subsided as the day transitions to evening. The mugginess of the air still lingers upon his skin, in a sheen of sweat. The time lost to this nap matters little; he’s wanted nothing more than to rest in the days following the abrupt return to normalcy. 

It’s unfortunate, perhaps, that he’s starting to grow accustomed to life here in Spirale. The thought would be much stronger were it not for Kite’s current proximity to the reason that he’s getting used to it. Mika is here with him, and ultimately, that’s all that truly matters.

“Mika...” His voice is quiet, groggy from sleep. He sets a hand upon the arm around his waist and asks, “are you awake?”

[wildberryoras]

      ❝ Good day. ❞

Greets a buttery smooth voice from the doorway. Naturally, the first thing to be open would be the bakery and he wanted to make friendly with as many of the locals as he could, get a grasp on how he could help and any useful information he could snatch up. For this establishment in particular, he figured he could ask how difficult it is to get supplies based in other kingdoms. And let’s be real, he wants to talk. He wants to talk a lot. Talk himself out if that’s possible. He’s seen from Polnareff and Mr.Joestar what happens you’re too mouthy.

Star Platinum saunters in with confidence toward the front counter and nearly trips when the pair of wings fold in to reveal Mika. He leans heavily onto the counter with his arm to steady himself, eyebrows raising (not that that’s easy to see on him.)

❝ How the tables have turned. Do I receive a discount for you wanting to eat me in the past? ❞

@edibledragons

*:・ﾟ☆

[ninthextrication]

“Kanny, no.”

[stormswake]

He sits down on the bench, a plate of assorted food samples he’s unwillingly collected resting in his lap. 

When he notices another person approach, he holds the plate up with his free hand in their direction. “Take them.”

[mariesteinberg-blog]

♡ @edibledragons

❝ HEY! mika! ❞

golden ward may have all the bigger stores, but marie’s had good runs at the smaller shops of other wards when it comes to finding the parts she wants. she’s not sure if cotes is going to have anything she’s been thinking of getting, but it’s worth a shot either way.

what she doesn’t really expect is to run into one of her newer acquaintances only a few minutes after arriving. the engineer runs up to him, canvas bag she has slung over her shoulder rattling with each step.

❝ how are you doing? you wanna walk around with me for a while? ❞

[hunting-apricity-archive]

@edibledragons​

Kite lays on his stomach among the pile of blankets in the tent he shares with Mika, his arms are folded beneath a pillow, propped up slightly to keep his healing ribs from throbbing in protest against the position. The blanket stops at his waist, and his long hair keeps most of his bare back covered.

Though the simple fact that he’s able to lay like this at all is testament to how much he’s healed over the past several weeks. Open wounds turned into scars, and the broken bones are nearly mended. The process has been gradual and tedious, pressing at the limits of his patience. Even still, he maintains the recovery would have been impossible, were it not for the endless support of his partner.

And Mika remains here at his side, with his endless loyalty and unconditional love (which Kite is only now beginning to understand).

He moves a hand over Mika's cheek, lightly brushing over the skin and smoothing back his partner's tousled brown hair. "My Mika…," the words are spoken softly, in a gentle, lovestruck sigh. He leans over to press a kiss to Mika's temple, and lingers there to smile fondly at him. "How do you feel? Are you still interested in going into the Mistwood today?"

[hunting-apricity-archive]

@edibledragons

Frustrating is a word for it. Demeaning is another. Unwanted advances do happen to him on occasion, but rarely are they ever as aggressive as this one had been. It leaves Kite’s mood sour as he makes the trek back to the Cotes Ward, to the place he’s grown to call home. It’s not much, this blanket tent, but it’s a place, perhaps the first, to which he returns each evening. 

His expression is overtaken by a fond smile the moment he sees Mika--it’s just a natural reaction; he’s always so glad to be with him. “Hey you,” he greets simply before turning to tug the flaps of the tent closed. 

Kite huffs out a brief sigh, like a physical motion to shelf what has him irritated for the time being, and he turns to approach Mika and greet him properly with a kiss. The smile lingers upon his face as he sits at Mika’s side and asks, “How has your day been?”

[wildberryoras]

What does this even mean?

    [Snacks are treats you have between meals, as I understand it.]

He writes with a piece of chalk. Sounds innocent enough. Is it? He’s not telling. Not unless the right questions are asked. Such is the tarot.

*:・ﾟ☆