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@anxechoxinxhell​ sent: Send 💚 for a familial kiss, for Marie!

Ah ,   what a proud tranquility she blanketed over him.  A waspish juxtaposition to the days of old where all of the pride he’d acquainted himself with danced hand in hand with arrogant vainglory.  It’s a sense of calm that skirted the edges of sated complacency, had he been the man he was before, it would have made him a tad paranoid.

Gloved fingers card through darker tresses of hair, instinctively looping about into an idly made braid, one that was sure to meet its end when she realized its sneaky presence.  ❝  Look at you... all grown up.  My little cub ablaze, ready to reign this world with a glance alone.  You’ve made us all very proud.  ❞  Lips brush against her forehead, fingers coming to a stop once satisfied with their work, and his soul thrummed away from silence and into a loving tarantella.

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` I WANT THE K // @hazmoonxmuses​ sent: I want the k - Lilith ofc. :3 2: Cheek Kiss

Unrestrained excitement, that was what it was, the reveling pleasure that lowered more uptight inhibitions of the social kind.  Perhaps he ought to be concerned it’d offend, but there was a limit to cautiousness in the presence of royalty.  Respect was endowed until it became - hah - dehumanizing!

He’d hope it wouldn’t come to that at least, he wasn’t willing to sacrifice his pride, as lovely as her company was.  A jaunty gait is what brings him to her, a brief, but firm kiss on the cheek becoming the greeting in lieu of a ‘hello!’, accentuated by a mock bow - showy and playful in how exaggerated it was.

❝  I got you something-  ❞  Smugness lines his sharper features, reminiscent of a cat bringing its owner freshly caught prey, though frankly he’d prefer being the one eaten in this case.  That aside, he rummages through his pockets, taking out a relatively small parcel tightly squeezed by a golden bow.   ❝  Tada!  ❞  A wiggle of fingers over the gift as he gives her a wink, motioning her to grab it.   ❝  Flower seeds, but not just any flower seeds.  Thorny Thistles and Gnawing Deep-Forest Gladiolus, cross-pollinated to create quite the interesting child, all with the help of yours truly and quite the lovely florist.    ❞   A more energetic sway of his tail.   ❝  Do you like it?  ❞

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` I WANT THE K // @anxechoxinxhell​ sent:  I want the K, for Castello if u want, kiss is nice-- 5: Firm Kiss

It took but a few moments of observation to compel him to lean forward, taken by an urge that might have been present beforehand, though strictly restrained by --- by, by, by who knows?  The notion of it seemed rather silly as he pressed his lips against the viper’s own, force firm and content, and head carefully canted to the side as a hand rose, unsure of what to busy itself with until fingers found themselves against the man’s jaw, confidently cupping it as digits faintly pet him.

It was a damning type of indulgence, made even more lethal when the nature of his companion was taken into account, scrutinized so, but was it reckless?  Maybe.  Maybe as thoughtless as uttering a ‘bite me’ would be.   ❝  Pity that you cannot sink your teeth into me, that’d certainly make things more fun, hm?  ❞  A nibble to his lower lip marks the adieu.

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* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. @anxechoxinxhell​ sent:  ❛ I will spill blood to defend what’s mine. ❜ -Castello

❝  I would figure.  ❞   There was a vindictive viciousness that those acquainted with organized crime tended to dress in, and as unfamiliar as he was with this style of life, he’d always found it a type of admirable how adamant they were in protecting what was theirs, blood-bound or not, same species or otherwise.  It only served to solidify his comfort in the choice he made.  She was safe, though the mind still occasionally wondered how it’d feel to be mantled with a protective ire - as useless as it would be in his case.  Overbearing, perhaps.  What if’s were always painted in better lights in the mind.  ❝  I’d say it’s one of your more attractive traits, but as charming as it’d be seeing you unravel in such a violent manner, she’s fine, and even if that’s not the case, wouldn’t you agree that letting her rip into the guts of those that endanger her today would be quite the parenting lesson?  ❞  His mouth twists into a grin, shades less amiable that it had been moments prior, but still playful, still minutely welcoming.

With that settled in his opinion, he pats the seat next to him, head tilting to the side in contemplation. ❝  Now, now, we’ve not spoken in such a long while.  I’d rather you not be so quick in leaving.  Stay and have a chat with me.  ❞  A pause, then a raise of a brow, disposition more challenging.  ❝  Unless you’re high strung, hm?  I’m sure I could be of aid with that trouble of yours.  ❞  A playful purr, tone dropping a note before it clears back into its smug default. 

❝  With a spar that is.  ❞

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* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. @hazmoonxmuses​ sent: ❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜ - lilith <:

It compels one to be poetic, a tendency he often reveled in for pleasure’s vain sake, seldom in genuine purity that was.  Good practice, he would assume, though it stung in a certain kind of loveless manner how much he missed the truthful joy behind an honest verse.  Company was easy to awe with pretty words, even if farce.  What could he do?

❝  Have those plans come to an end?  Do not let my poor mind grieve with a once upon a time.  ❞  His mouth persists with a crescent upturn, still happily donning a smile despite the incompatible words.  It’s just a few taken steps, sure and sturdy, and then a hand is confidently offered in a wanting request, warmly polished by the curiosity lulling in his gaze and the accentuating words of  ❝  I do prefer to think good things last.  ❞  It’s odd to want to know another with the sincerity a child would possess, and he’s almost taken with an urge to comment the thought.  Not now, perhaps one day.  One day when the need to lure in was gently kissed to rest by earnest comfort in the most forgiving form of triumph.  Love?  Maybe not, maybe yes.  He wasn’t sure if he could.  It was dangerous to idealize it.

What a derailing train of thought.  ❝  Hope does tend to look prettier on us, wouldn’t you agree, my dear star of the lyre?  ❞