#hayvani

[yokayi]

this ur man?

im not taking criticism from someone who wants 2 fix naoya

[phantombs]

"Huh. Soft?" Hm. "You sound to me a little confused. Spellbound, even," he mutters. The witch-thing waits. Those mystifying hands of his, rough with pestle and grinding salves, drag maddeningly down her calf. How infuriating – or, no, how insufferable. Rose-petal clings beneath the bite of his nails, sweetened and deliciously kissed with honeycomb, but his relentless work has left them coarse. Yet, the way his touches flutter kindly, how his strong fingers float down her knee.... He looks up, and goodness, this beguiling sorcerer...! "Sounds to me you just like how I touch you," he declares knelt before her. Yes: tenderly. Kindly. No?

@hayvani, continued from here.

[sevient]

@hayvani​ sent: 💋 sdmoocchchsmooch smooch smo sm // send 💋 to kiss my muse on the lips.

     it is a great thing, to find the ability to put his trust in someone. the journey has been long, and a genuine puzzle box to figure out at times - but all the more worth it, NIL thinks, for what he has managed to find. for what he has obtained for himself after years of not knowing who he was and being used for purposes he had no say in. it had taken blood, and death, and a great deal of patience to arrive where he is now.

     he does not take it lightly that he has found toshiro faithful enough to allow him privileges that no else are granted. after his escape and subsequent isolation, he had needed updates. maintenance was required to patch him up and to make sure he would continue to run even without access to the state of the art facilities he had been raised in. what good is to to himself, or to others, if he can barely keep operating? the answer is: very little.

     lucky for him, then, that toshiro is not only an engineer, but already familiar with robotic units. he'd instructed NIL to sit, had carefully stepped between his legs and opened up his chest cavern. his hands are warm and slick with oil where they tap over valves and belts in the engine that sits there, and NIL keeps perfectly still, doesn't twitch at the tugging or tightening sensation as he's worked on. toshiro is zeroed in, focused only on the task at hand - that is, until NIL's legs come together enough to brush the outside of his thighs, a hand settling at the man's waist. toshiro's eyes snap to his, gold and sharp and intrigued.

     he doesn't question why, one side of his mouth curling when he tells NIL that if he distracts him, he'll never finish. NIL tips his head, as if he's thinking - but his mind is empty, peacefully blank, processes reduced to focusing on toshiro in front of him while everything else runs in the background. he leans forward, lets his eyes go half-lidded, and toshiro's mouth meets his, playful and glancing until NIL presses in, the hand on toshiro’s hip slipping over his shirt and settling just at the dip of his lower back.

     toshiro makes a noise halfway between surprised and pleased, kisses NIL in earnest now, a hand sliding up his chest to grasp at his shoulder. a noise comes from NIL, deep and in the back of his throat, and he's just cupping toshiro's face when he laughs against his lips, ducks away before NIL can do anything else.

toshiro grins at him, tells him they'll be there all day if NIL keeps it up. NIL doesn't mind.

[crimedealt-a]

@hayvani​ ; ❛  oh , i’m sorry ! i thought you were someone else …  ❜ from riku :]

‘ oh! i should be the one apologising ... i didn’t mean to confuse you. ’  a small, polite smile paints glossy lips, eyes soften. it wasn’t often seventeen was approached, especially since she always seemed to make herself so small, so unnoticeable ... it almost catches her off guard how she was approached initially when hazelnut eyes were so keen on observing the surroundings. the city was fairly quiet, still too early for the daily commuters to come out but a good time for enemies of illusione to wander about. a casual recon, she was no stranger to such. at first glance, seventeen wasn’t recognisable, dressed in casual clothing decorated with dark tones. gently, gloved hands clutch the coffee between gloved hands as the warmth seeps through.  ‘ i don’t really see anyone out at this time ... would you like me to buy you a drink? it’s pretty cold out. ’  

50 dialogue prompts, accepting!

[dullahaunt]

@hayvani ♥’d for a starter (jon)​

The planks whine and creak as the moon glimmers above. Jon stands by her rumpled bed, pressing his face up against a window, maybe seeing something that only the life-ever-after can grant or, perhaps more likely, the glinting carnival far, far off into the distance. His hand splays flat against her nightstand. On top is a paper boat. The side reads J+B.

Is she tying bed sheets into a makeshift rope? She better. She really, really should.

"Let's go, Bella. No use in watching the paint dry, isit?" It comes off impatient, oddly wistful. He bobs side to side staring out the window like a boy on Christmas morning. Jon doesn't fog the glass. "I bet they've got elephants. Oh! Or maybe even lions... I'd always dreamed of this."

[starlorded]

he couldn’t help but furrow his brow .  a deadly weapon , that was what his informant had tipped his off about ; not a 5′2″ girl in a crate .  he was half tempted to slip the containers covering back on , leaving her to whatever fate the now unconscious crew had in mind for her before he had appeared .  less trouble for me , he thought ...  less trouble he repeated , clicking his tongue .   ❝ you’re from earth then ?? ❞  he had to assume , she was human ...  -ish , tied up in a ship he’d tracked from the sol system .  it would only make sense right ??   @hayvani​ - for riku because you’re sexy

[yokayi]

the smile that had sat lopsided on his lips quivered into a laugh;         motoya komori carried the sun in his throat,   and it only ever took one humorous moment to bask his entire body in its light.          his head tilts backwards theatrically,    hands clasp his side as if to contain the extent of emotions from spilling all over the court.         ‘    oh,   toshi-kun,   leave the air to the others?   pffffsshhhh, ’         a finger is brought up to the edge of his eye to wipe away the tears his laughter had squeezed out of him,         ‘   nice way of saying ya can’t jump,   ’          he shakes his head,    daringly closes the distance between them,    upper body edging forward,      the playful grin on his face a clue to what’s about to leave his lips :         ‘     teach ya?    call me sensei then,   my wittwe kouhai.    ’

continued from here !        @hayvani​

[sevient]

@hayvani​ sent: [ disagree ]  your muse cheekily telling mine  ‘ no. ’ non-sexual acts of dominance: no longer accepting.

     OR-10N considers himself patient. firm, unyielding, in the face of adversity. he has been through great challenges in his lifetime, neat little rows of data under files titled ‘physical,’ ‘mental,’ and ‘emotional.’ nothing he had faced so far had been able to stand up to him for much longer than the brief minutes he gave them to re-evaluate. people and androids alike could be swayed in one direction or the other. the environment could be molded to fit his needs, even if he had to rend it apart with his bare hands.

he did not factor himitsu toshiro into these calculations. his mistake.

     “ that was not a request. ” his body language does not change at all, still calm, patient - but there is no movement, no sound from him. OR-10N waits in silence, only speaks when it is clear toshiro has nothing to follow up with. “ perhaps you would like to re-evaluate and change your answer. ”