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Skull de Mort as Nooroo

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Finally drew human Nooroo! Someone gotta give this child a hug I swear..

Human kwami AU art

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Moonlight

for @kinythcosplay ♥ Happy birthday, dear friend ♥

Summary: Nooroo might be a brave samurai, but sleep doesn’t come easily to him, when he can’t stop thinking about the former courtesan Duusu and her beautiful eyes. That’s when he gets a visitor in the scarce light of moonlight and things change, at least for this lifetime.

Rating: Mature

Kinyth’s “If It Wasn’t You” universe, human kwami, feudal Japan, AU - “Soba ni iru kara”. A huge thank you to @auroralynne for beta reading this!

Warning *** NSFW content under the cut***

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That night sleep wouldn’t come. Nooroo tossed and turned between the covers, but whenever he closed his eyes he felt her gaze on him. Those beautiful eyes already kept him captive, even if this was his house, and she was just a servant.

She never had been just a servant to him, although he couldn’t put into words who was she exactly. Something in Duusu called out to him, whispered of other lifetimes, different stars and lands he didn’t know. She seemed so fragile and helpless, yet somehow he sensed that there was unimaginable power slumbering underneath. A power that wouldn’t leave him alone, that drew him in.

Like a moth to the flame, he thought. For there was fire in her eyes. There was pride in her step. There was heat in her soul.

Once again the sight of her eyes startled him awake. He stirred feeling someone’s presence.

Duusu was there, by the window.

Her slender figure seemed to gleam with soft blue shine enhanced by the silver light of the moon, pouring from the outside. The wind gusted over the curtains making her dress whirl lightly around her, exposing the milky skin of her legs. Her hair danced in the night breeze, freed from the constricts of the hairpins.

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