STILL ACCEPTING!
Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.
Alternatively, send ’ 🎉 + diss ’ to turn away from my muse trying to kiss yours at midnight on New Years Eve.
🚀—“Jｏｉｎ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ'ｓ ｆｏｅ ｔｏ ｓｍａｓｈ ｆａｔｅ,
💫 — ａｎｄ ｇｒａｂ ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ'ｓ ｐａｔｈ
ｗｉｔｈ ｏｕｒ ｏｗｎ ｈａｎｄｓ!”
She was a beauty unequaled before, but as the cascade of fireworks illuminated the inky midnight sky, their light cast a kaleidoscope of color upon her brilliant hair, the warm shade of her skin; a palette of myriad hues alighted like a dozen or more halos around her lithe frame. When she moved closer, binding their proximity through a kiss, the blond was nearly stunned. The sounds of revelry from those outdoors as well, celebrating, echoed from beyond his thoughts, and therein bloomed a distant awareness that the new year had just ascended into the present.
Viral acquiesced to the unspoken toast, and with only a bit of hesitation borne of uncertainty, he invested his own well-wishes for the auspicious moment, into the kiss. His broad fingers curled gingerly around the outside of her shoulder, sharing some warmth and presence against the winter chill.
When the contact parted, feral, olivine eyes regarded his present company with a look of wonder - and, a great deal of curiosity. His mouth, however, still tingling from the unfamiliar, exceptionally agreeable pressure, carried an almost playful arc. The edges of porcelain daggers were just faintly present,
❝A favorable year to you, as well...
Nn. Not an unpleasant tradition by any means. Humans think of some great things sometimes…❞
🐾—ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ,
‘ǝɹǝɥ ǝɹ'noʎ ǝsnɐɔǝb ǝɹǝɥ ɯ'I
ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɴᴏᴡ!”
“!ʍon ɯǝןboɹd ɐ ʇoƃ ǝʌ'noʎ
