#fiamist

[itegasumi]

mukuro, making loud noises with his straw as he tries to acquire the very last of his coffee-flavored beverage: "okay, okay- so, what do you need me to do? name it. i'm yours."

          cute. it’s not a word many or if, anyone, would equal mukuro to but watching him trying to suck the remnants of his sweetened coffee, obnoxious as the sounds were ― she found the spectacle endearing.

          “do you want me to buy you another one?” chrome asks, sweet and fond and far too indulgent while she takes a sip of her own; a jasmine green milk tea with boba. she waits for him to finish his beverage, her patience her highest virtue as she sits through more straw noises before she lays out her mundane request. “I’ll like you to spend the entire day with you,” she answers at last. “is your schedule clear?”

[bretttal]

this is to thank @fiamist for regularly saving my life

[fiacouture-blog]

thoughts on the ancient proverb "lick is fine but no cronch"??

pretty common sense unless he’s done something to deserve it. like wear crocs

[qiitian]

----people said he was off trend for decades; what a meaningless number to someone who has existed long before modern history. likes repel, they say, yet when the man crosses the road and into his sight, something akin to interest hums loudly in wukong’s veins.

gaze lifts from his ketchup art, glued on the other mullet-donning man, unashamed. their taste in style is not the only common factor in play here.

@fiamist hey there fellow reincarnated soul

[superbiasqualo-blog1]

@fiamist

Continued from here

The insincerity was practically dripping from Mukuro. Although Squalo knew he was being baited the swordsman’s temper always got the better of him and this was no exception.

“Voi! Don’t feed me that fake concern! The fuck did I just say!? Or is it you can’t help but be an ass!?” Squalo probably wasn’t too far off. The mist guardian’s existence seemed to be based off being an ass. 

“You breathing is a bother to me! So why don’t ya go stand in a corner and hold your breath! When you feel dizzy and pass out that’s how you know you are doing it right!”

Pulling a piece of paper from his pocket he began to skim it again. He needed to complete this mission flawlessly or he would be sure to have a chair thrown at his head. Running into the walking talking pineapple wasn’t in the plan though. 

“Who the fuck eat’s this much steak...” He growled to himself knowing full well the answer. A simple grocery run should not be this aggravating. 

[inglown-blog]

he’s gone. that’s what chrome had said, years and ages past, with her white-knuckled hands tangled in kyoko’s shirt and her breath curt and shallow against her chest. kyoko had brushed her hair away from her face damp with tears, cooing reassurances and promises to try and mend a heart that only the man who broke it could heal. 

the uncertainty was what had cut deeper than the absence. though chrome was no longer thirteen and hesitant, gripping her trident like her legs would give out the moment she stopped leaning her weight against it, kyoko still catches her gaze straying, searching. kyoko never needed to ask to know for who, so when she sees him again, she thinks that, perhaps, he’s but a stray thought. she thinks about him often because chrome is always in her mind, because she’ll never be able to forget the night she spend picking up the pieces he left behind. 

kyoko had never indulged in the impulsive before; a threat bitten back from the tip of a tongue only allowed to speak in laughter, shaking fists forcibly unclenched for they were not together in prayer, a smile to soften the blow of the disinterest others felt unbecoming of someone like her to show —  they are things she had sharpened into a blade against those who thought her an easy prey, and yet, when she hears chrome’s cries in a memory that still felt much too fresh, she does not think. she raises her hand. 

SLAP!

(  @fiamist  )

[lunuanaki]

" you eaten yet? " [pick your poison~ 8 )]

  -- It should have startled her, but she was halfway through the bottle on the desk, and the sudden sound of his voice took a moment to properly register with her. Meri held a finger up, pointed at where the voice had come from and shook her head.

  “No.” 

  Then she let out an embarrassed laugh, as if she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t. True, if he were still alive, she might have been in trouble; how was he supposed to do anything with her at his desk? But he wasn’t. 

  ... It occurred to her to wonder if Mukuro did this often. Just appeared in his apartment, seemingly out of nowhere. 

  Meri picked her glass up and shrugged. “Some days are worse than others, you know?”

[cobaltcarnivores]

@fiamist

❝ ━ hibari-san, this isn’t a matter of can you - but, rather...you will take this mission.  ❞

it’s the first time hibari kyoya has seen tsunayoshi so serious. the cloud guardian stood before the vongola boss, shoulders ridged and jaw clenched. he wants to tell the man before him that he didn’t take orders from anyone. that he won’t do anything he didn’t want to. but as he stares back into those large amber hue’s he see’s desperation. 

❝ ━ is this to keep an eye on him, or because the mission is so difficult it requires us both?  ❞ his words come out low as he spares a glance towards the mist guardian.

❝ ━ it’s not that i don’t trust mukuro.  ❞ tsunayoshi looks to the illusionist as well. 

❝ ━ i do trust you. i just want to make sure i have my best men on this.  ❞

kyoya turns his gaze away from mukuro and back to tsunayoshi. he can tell that the decimo was hesitate; with good reason of course, hibari and mukuro couldn’t be left alone together for long before they broke out into a fight. to put the two of them together alone on a mission was risky.. 

❝ ━ very well.  ❞

❝ ━ thank you, hibari-san  ❞

❝ ━ hm.  ❞