#hiaems

[multaanimarum]

     𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 // @hiaems​​​

     ‘   WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE AIMING THAT AT - ASSHOLE?! I’M ON YOUR SIDE HERE!   ’

[teslagravity]

@hiaems​ - valentine

Things had gone as planned for the most part. Heihachi's death wasn't necessarily something he had accounted for; as a man who usually took such scenarios into consideration, it was uncharacteristic of him not to.

While the war was far from over, Jin had recovered safely in their custody, a major enemy had been thwarted and they were able to recruit many into their ranks. Lee felt it was a cause for celebration, a small victory in a long and bloody war. They had done just that tonight, extravagantly considering who their host was. Jin hadn't taken part in the festivities, predictably, but it was nice to see the others enjoying themselves.

Lee's contacts had managed to acquire some valuable data and archives from the Zaibatsu, as well as the Mishima Estate. Lars had spent much of the night reading in private. Much of the content was to be expected, some of it was missing or redacted, but one file in particular brought an unease he hadn't felt in years.

Lars laid awake in bed, quietly staring at the mesmerizing reflection of the water subtly creeping through the closed curtains. The sound of the ocean was usually calming on nights he had trouble sleeping, but his mind refused to shut off. Even the sweet scent and warmth of his lover's skin as she cuddled against him failed to lull him to slumber.

With it being the first real morning they could spend together, Lars figured he'd be able to lift his mood by going out for breakfast with Valentine at one of the ritzy cafes his brother had been raving about. The food was delicious, but Lars wasn't much a fan of the coffee.

"I guess the beans being imported doesn't necessarily equate to it being good." Pulling a face, Lars set his mug down after a sip.

"I shouldn't complain, I haven't had decent coffee in a while..." He rubbed his temple, attributing the oncoming headache to his lack of sleep.

"I meant to ask you last night; how'd your father take the news? I remember you mentioning he was pretty good friends with my old man..."

[multaanimarum]

     𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 // @hiaems​

     ‘   yeah — ( ... )   ’

     ‘   i wasn’t listening to a single word you just said.   ’

[ruryouki]

           “as always, your craftsmanship is quite impressive. are you taking commissions, by any chance?” / @hiaems​

[ardencied]

     “ u -- mmm, “ the noise slips forth from her lips both uncertain and unmistakably embarrassed, “ i think i’m a bit under dressed. “ and thus the bend of her brow, the draw of short, stagnant breaths. “ you didn’t tell me it was this kind of party. “ / @hiaems​ sc.

[galevano]

        “  should i consider myself lucky or cursed to have been granted audience with the  golden child?  what’s it feel like launching yourself to the top in zero seconds flat?  ”

      [   @hiaems​​​​​​​      ❤ ‘d     for a starter !!   ]

[sakayoro]

@hiaems​

      “ . . . HEY THIS ISN’T MY HOUSE --  you’re not a character of gintama - ”

[ravensbledd]

your icons look amazing btw ❤️

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