#illusoirereveur

[mrxtwister-blog]

“Sexy Zexy?  That is an interesting name you got there for yourself.”

@illusoirereveur

[hylianhighness-a]

( hello i’ve just come to post about @illusoirereveur & how star is, in fact, the sweetest bean.

thank you all for your time. )

[minamimxto]

illusoirereveur

  zombiegig: minamimxto replied to your post: ...

(*STOP SHAMING PEOPLE*)

@illusoirereveur

// But you don’t understand!!! She made a Joshua blog like 6,575.8 years ago....and used it .....TWO TIMES. This is blasphemy if I’ve ever witnessed it. 

[incendiiac-blog]

@illusoirereveur

   Walking into the restaurant feels like giving in.    Axel has already decided that he despises his date. He doesn’t need to know a damned thing about them to know that they’ve been thrust upon him by his do-gooder friends and he doesn’t appreciate it. He’s fine, as he has insisted over and over. He’s fine in his transitory life,  ruled by impulse and temporary want. He’s fine keeping intimacy confined to the bedroom ( or wherever else he chooses to take his night’s conquest ). He’s fine without love.    He’d have flat-out refused the date, as he’s refused a thousand other blind dates, had a particularly conniving friend not offered to pay for his next tattoo if he turned up. One date in exchange for free ink. One date in which he has to promise to behave like a rational human being and give this supposedly amazing guy a chance to be amazing.     He’s barely even been seated at his table and already he wants to bolt. It feels like he’s admitting his friends are right-- that he’s closed himself off to the possibility of letting someone in. It feels like giving in. It tastes like betrayal.    ( He hasn’t dated anyone since-- )    But never mind that. It’s nearly time.     He leans back in his seat, lounging and lazy and unaffected, and waits.

[minamimxto]

(*-steals Sho tbh-*)

@illusoirereveur

Uh oh! Sho is gone! Where did he go?!

[endlxssmelody]

illusoirereveur replied to your post “// finally on chapter hecking 2 in ffxv. Do u see how slowly I play my...”

*EXCITED STAR NOISES TBH*

@illusoirereveur

// sCREAMS :UUU I basically got to Chap 2 and shut the game off though. I NEED SOMEONE TO GIVE ME A KICK IN THE BOOTY AND MAKE ME PLAY FOR A NORMAL AMOUNT OF TIME.

[mrxtwister-blog]

[text: sent: Zex]: hey happy bday

[text: sent: Zex]: r u getting together w your bro tday

[text: sent: Zex]: what do u want for ur bday

@illusoirereveur

[incendiiac-blog]

Kiss - *coughs possibly early in their relationship js*

hop into the inbox for a kiss [ ? / 3 idgaf everyone gets kisses ]@illusoirereveur

   In years to come, he’ll remember this day as the time Zexion and a stray bit of ice cream conspired to get him fired.    Now that they’re dating, Zexion doesn’t have to pretend he’s become a regular customer for the ice cream, and Axel doesn’t have to pretend he isn’t waiting hopefully for his favourite customer to show up. Instead they get to do the dopey couple thing and grin wildly at each other the second Zexion walks through the door.   Axel props himself against the counter, drinks in the sight of his maybe-boyfriend, and studiously ignores the knowing sighs from his co-workers. It’s a well-established rule that nobody but Axel gets to serve this guy. ( They learned that the hard way way back when, before the pair began dating and were still in the process of dancing flirtatiously around each other. Axel would practically attack anyone who tried to deprive him of the chance to eye-fuck his favourite. )   “What brings you here?” Axel teases now, and waits for the affectionately derisive answer about the ambiance or the confections.    He takes Zexion’s order and goes about scooping ice cream. ( He refrains from showing off, like back when he was trying to impress Zexion with seductive scooping. ) It’s all going just fine ‘til the asshole takes a lick of his ice cream and manages to get just a little of it on his lower lip.   It’s just--    It’s too enticing an opportunity to pass up. Look at him, right there and so perfectly kissable--   Axel’s fingers close ‘round the material of Zexion’s shirt and drag him close. He laps ice cream from his boyfriend’s lip, sucks it into his mouth, savours sweetness and the taste of him. ( He briefly entertains the notion of, one day, painting ice cream over the body beneath those clothes and sliding his tongue over every inch of it. ) His surroundings just... dissolve away.   They’re full-on kissing before he knows it. Not quietly, either. He’d have gone on much longer if it weren’t for a sudden smack ‘round the back of his head and the irritated mutter of a colleague: “--Fucking honeymoon phase. Can you at least keep your hands off each other ‘til you’re off the clock?”