#godbroken

[eritvita]

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@godbroken

The brown bag of his Life bumps at Roland’s hip softly, as the bustling of the Marketplace makes him Home, vulnerable, and careful of his sudden, earthly throes. He hath coin in his pouch, an empty stomach, and the ability to grant himself an Adventure in e’ery glance, and in e’ery gesture.

A glint of a fantastical bauble strikes him clear as a chord oft the table of one Place, and without stopping doth Roland concord a bee-line ‘twards the stand. Crystal balls and hanging pendulums and stacked tomes of an esoteric nature art in persuasive Eye, and Roland bounces on the balls of his feet, and ignores his hallowed stomach to peruse.

[zodiacursed]

@godbroken​ ‘ have you been hiding from me, little mouse? i haven't heard a squeak from you all day. it's late, you must be hungry by now ~ ’

     Very hungry...

     ‘Haven’t heard a squeak’...it’d been a little while since Akito had heard a single word from him. Was he teasing him? Mocking him? Probably. Remaining where he was, Yuki gripped his pants above the knees so he wouldn’t move them to his stomach when he felt it growl, insisting he eat. He couldn’t give God that satisfaction...not right now.

     He kept his gaze averted, actively refusing to look up at the head of the family, almost sure he’d get slapped. Akito rarely resorted to actual violence when it came to him, though. Most of it...almost all of it, was mental--which could be just as damaging.

[kurcshirc]

@godbroken​​ asked:

reverse + [Comb] for a ""doting"" akito ~

Silently Serene Starters - Accepting!

From an outside spectator, the scene unfolding in front of their eyes couldn't have been more mundane. Just a young man lying his head on someone's lap, slim fingers running through black-and-white hair in a tender gesture.

If someone were to take a closer look, however, they'd notice how tense the young man's shoulders are, how his hands would clench and unclench, how those slender digits would sometime look more akin to claws...

Hatsuharu buries his frown into the silk of Akito's kimono. The gesture would normally feel soothing, and Akito seems to be in a good mood, but the Ox knows from experience said mood can do a complete 180° in a matter of seconds.

He says nothing though, even as his eyes start growing a little heavy, eyelids fluttering down, although his senses remain alert, hazel eyes peering up at the God's (for now) serene face.