#jfc muse

[darkestknxght-blog]

{ @justakansasboy } "Yes, Batman?" ----- "Nothing. Just wondering whether you could hear me even if I whisper." There's a smirk, sly, near unnoticeable on those thin lips beneath the roll of lightning above them and the glow of the city-scape below. "Quiet night for once... Save for the thunder, I assume Metropollis is still standing?"

[youstolemypurse-blog]

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[scandal-in-cydonia]

I'M COLLAPSING

[qunmi]

QUINMI BB I WANT UR KAY!!!!!!

And then there’s tongue [ -cracks knuckles- ] 

  Huh. 

An arched brow. Another one of Suzaku? At this point in time, the current mind that she was holding, she had stopped questioning the nature of these challenges and whom they were directed at. Yet, this always left the how these things were to be done; he men were at her disposal and there was another means for an invasion to those kiddies in the other territory.

Was she starting to enjoy these? Not as much as one could have thought, but this one would have been the most enjoyable to plot out, she supposed. Firm regret being pushed out by pride, mortification kicked about some sort of sadism? Couldn’t even being to tell— no she could tell when she managed to knock the weapon from the other’s hand and pulled down to the knees by the scarf.

Noting the same color; Qator must have taken a liking to the silly ascot thing — that was beyond the point.

Yanking the other into a forceful kiss, brushing her tongue across the other’s bottom lip gaining the metallic taste. Using the free hand; rather painfully wounded arm to command the other to open her mouth, sliding her tongue in her mouth exploring for a moment before pulling back. Finding some sort of enjoyment in the metallic taste of the blood, releasing the scarf from her hand turning on her heels to walk away with some kind of dignity.

If any were left. Some seemed to be there to relish in. 

[theknightfromcydonia]

And now I need to know is this real love

or is it just madness keeping us afloat?