#eeveening-eevee

[decembercamiecherries]

"Those are pretty"

“Those are pretty,” Gon commented casually, pointing out to a glass case with a gloved finger.

Killua slowed down. “What?” His mind was already out of this mall, in their car, driving back to their apartment where they could snuggle together under a warm blanket and forget all about the snow billowing outside. Gon would run his fingers through Killua’s hair and Killua would be content and happy.

But Gon had other plans, apparently.

“These,” Gon said and tugged Killua over. Killua let him, however reluctantly. He followed Gon’s gold gaze through the case to see a glittering display of…

Rings.

Killua’s mouth turned dry.

“These are pretty,” Gon repeated before turning to gaze at Killua. “Don’t you think?”

Killua stared. His heart was beating twice as fast, his palms were sweating in his gloves. Was this a test?

“…yes?” Killua said faintly, unsure of what else to say.

Gon continued to look at Killua, unblinking. Seconds passed and just as Killua was about to ask Gon what the hell was going on, Gon smiled.

“Okay,” he said cheerfully and pulled Killua off towards the exit again. “What do you want for dinner tonight? We have those leftovers in the fridge, still.”

Killua was still so stunned, he couldn’t come up with a proper answer.

[soulampsuper]

@askteamnova @ask-alola-squad @eeveening-eeveee 

Finally finished them! ( Not doing anymore, for now atleast )

[fighting-the-stars]

@eeveening-eeveee

[decembercamiecherries]

Chrollooo

Chrollo knows few things about the boys standing defiantly in front of him.

They know the chain-user, of course (Machi’s instincts are rarely wrong and Chrollo trusts her with this). The boys are also very young, maybe even younger than he was when he first learned Nen. And not only are they young, but they are skilled enough to not only find the Phantom Troupe’s hideout, but also track its leader through a downpour.

It’s impressive. And stupidly brave. He does not know why these boys would put their lives on the line like they have. Even if the first boy had gotten caught, there was no need for the white-haired one to step out. He could have run away (though he would not have gotten far), and yet, he did not. He stepped out into the rain and let himself be taken with his friend with little to no regard of his own-well being.

That, at least, Chrollo understands. What would Nobunaga, or any of the Troupe members for that matter, do to save Uvo?  

And there’s something else. Something strange. There’s a familiarity about the silver-haired boy...

But then the lights go out and Chrollo’s world flips on its head.

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