#fraxcxccl

[ceaselxss]

"What if they kissed?" ( and/or for Ashe if you have the spoons c: )

It isn't gentle; when was it ever gentle with them? Kissing is too intimate, too soft, too vulnerable for it to happen any point where either of them still had any control. Hard to tell where each of them ended and the other began, enflamed skin, half undressed...

It's just as much teeth, tongue, the grip of fingers on chin, tugging at the jaw.... He taste's the others stupid black clove cigarettes; what a pretentious bastard. The spark of annoyance makes him bite. He already tastes blood, mixed with those cigarettes, with coffee, alcohol...

There is a hand on his throat, he has a hand in the other's hair, they're pressed close; its hard to tell now what they're pressed against, a wall, a desk, a doorframe. Moving, changing, shifting, far closer to wrestling than intimacy, a constant fight for the upper hand.

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It's a lazy evening. A quiet bar; after a long week they just wanted to sit around and drink without much chatter or the music that was too loud to think.

He watches them, his Turks, his friends, his family. A gentle, tired smile graces his lips as he sips his wine. Moments like this make everything worth it; if he is still allowed to watch them in their happiness... But he puts his glass down and pushes that thought away; he can let himself participate in it as well.

So he leans over and steals the strawberry garnish from Ashe's cocktail. He pops it in his mouth before she can protest and draws her into a slow kiss so they can share the taste together.

[ceaselxss]

Straightens and smooths his hair so it sits perfectly.

"Oh- Thank you, Ashe, I appreciate it.'

[ceaselxss]

"There we are, good girl."

[ccmyguns]

@fraxcxccl​ | 💋

“I’d be a Bridezilla.” The comment didn’t seem to be direct, more-so CC’s own musings out loud. It hadn’t come from a single thread of conversation happening around them she just seemed to pluck it outta thin air. Ashe just happened to be in earshot, because she made the fatal mistake of sitting on the black leather couch.

Not only had CC joined her but she reclined across the other woman with little regard for personal space. Head on the arm of the couch, her legs were draped across Ashe’s lap. She could shove ‘em off if she needed.

“You put a down payment on a house. I’m better than a house, if a person doesn’t want to pay for the 4000 gil flower arrangement I pick out they can die mad about it we’re getting the fucking flowers.”

[ivory-paragon]

You can’t be here ( from Ashe )

But he is.

A prickle of adrenaline runs up the length of his neck and tingles the follicles of his hair. A thrill that he's always trying to attain since being told no most of his life, especially now that he was arranged to be concealed underground due to some silly little incident involving mutiny and treacherous deeds. No big deal, honestly.

A shrug is given, his completely lax position on the couch signaling his attitude for the night. "I think Father had it in his mind that this would happen.. and he was counting on the Turks to keep me in line. Hah." A roll of his eyes while a hand sweeps through some of his long strands of hair. The annoyance of how long his hair had gotten was starting to settle. Had it been months now? He couldn't remember the timeline of things these days.

[anjaofthewild]

@fraxcxccl | X

The Nibel mountains were as beautiful as they were haunting. Be it the thundering clap of a dragon's wings or the howling of a pack of wolves closing in, no ordinary soul could thrive within the harsh wilderness.

And yet, one had.

The dark-haired seemed to be all alone. That was what her ravens had reported. Fara had been the first to discover them, he croaked and warily landed in the twisted limbs of a bare tree. They didn't bother him and he didn't bother them.

The next day he returned with Skírr. While Fara ventured closer, hopping right up to the person — and nibbling at their boot lace — the other raven seemed content perched within their camp. Though there wasn't much to look at. When Skírr landed on a knapsack she was shooed from it before she could open it up. Both ravens left with much of the same report. There was only one, and they were living on the mountain.

On the third day, a flock of ravens descended upon them.

The birds lined the bare tree like a pack of children, clicking and chattering, a few playful sounds that mimicked creatures of the wilderness.

But the chaotic visit calmed with the arrival of another. Anja approached the camp with an air of mystery, her figure cloaked in a shroud of dark material. She walked bare foot, the soles of her feet coloured with dark soil that didn't belong to this mountainside. Her journey had been from the wildwoods further along the Nibel range.

"I didn't believe them." Anja spoke, a smile curling from beneath her hood. "Might I trouble you for an invitation to sit by your fire?"

[ceaselxss]

🐤 & 🐤 for Tseng, too c:

Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours.

(The complaints were about Reno)

[ceaselxss]

Pro & con c:

Send "Pro" or "Con" and I'll share one Pro or Con of Dating my Muse.

Pro: He loves so deeply. Despite everything, he is a caring and dedicated person with a lot of love in his heart. He is protective and gentle and kind, when he can be.

Con: He doesn't have the time. He barely has the time to exist; and he'll give some of that up for you but it won't be enough. He wakes up, he works, he sleeps. He can give you his days off but theyre uncommon and unreliable; he's always at someones beck and call.