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[holyscorch]

"Do you always get close?" + "Stop before I kiss you." crimson ................

--- ↪ prompt. ( tension liner. ) / @killerhubby

" ... do you hate it ? " crimson inquires under his breath, the distance between them initially shortening more and more the closer he came through slow, tentative steps. violet eyes peer up at mirage with brows furrowed, but eyes affirmed. ... he knows what he's doing. the only question is did mirage understand what it entailed ? after all ... there were so many unspoken things left between them. things he wanted to say to him before they parted and went their separate ways; just as he knew mirage too wants to tell him things he never got the chance to. ( he was always so tight - lipped about such things, but ... does he truly intend on keeping it that way even now ? ) a small exhale leaves between parted lips, expression softening into a mix of both want and yearning. even now, will he continue to keep things from him ?

" then ... " he takes another step forward, until his hands can easily reach out and rest along the bases of his arms. touch both inviting and welcoming of whatever mirage intended to do. if it meant he could finally be honest with him. " ... do it already. "

[constellaris]

❝ You know exactly what effect you have on me, don’t you? ❞ botan <3

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘-𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

It had been so long since last they'd had time together, so much happening that always seemed to keep them apart ... Perhaps she had become almost impatient in a way, yearning to feel close to him again - but to say it outright had never been her forte.

Ruby eyes locked with his, teeth lightly digging into bottom lip as she reached toward Mirage, gripping onto the front of his shirt as she moved closer, gaze nigh on pleading for the man she loved. Surely him saying such things was meant as an invitation after all of her more subtle attempts to garner his attention?

" Dante ... " She spoke his name so softly, sweetly , ruby eyes filled with distinct yearning . Though hesitation still lingered behind her movements Botan inched just that little bit closer, gaze never leaving his as she finally questioned.

" Does this mean ... You'll stay the night again ? "

[asocier]

“you are insistent, are you not?” a merman for leah ♡

          "that's not always a bad thing, is it?" hugging her knees to her chest, leah seemed absolutely entranced by the being before her, eyes wide as she studied his form up close. ever since crossing paths with him for the very first time, leah had returned to the same spot by the ocean to see if she could get another glimpse of him. some days she was successful; other days, she merely sat alone waiting. she had always loved the sea, however, so being alone didn't truly bother her. and besides, when the sun began to set, the weather was significantly cooler, a pleasant relief during the summer heat.

          "you don't have to come by, but you still do sometimes. i'd like to think that's a good sign." she smiles a little at the merman, a hint of cheekiness apparent but more so because she wanted to keep the mood light. "do you like gifts?" she starts to reach into her pocket then, fingers rummaging around in the tiny space to pull out something that should have been familiar to mirage. a seashell, one that was fanned out in that classic shape, beautifully white though tinges of cream and pink colored its ridges.

          "it's for you. you probably have seen so many of them, but i wanted to give you one of my favorites. it's a little silly, but i've been keeping it in my pocket for the day you actually came close enough for me to give it to you." letting the shell sit in her palm, she outstretches her hand to him to let him reach at his own pace. "i'm leah, by the way. what's your name?"

[viteoublies]

INCOMING !!    random starter for @killerhubby

months now, the dogs have grown curious at this point. the energy has settled around her room, and yet, there's none there. she's wandering and paw pads follow along at a decent distance, because she's curious. she can't help herself, as bare feet move through the home, and to follow the smells. she's sure the dogs don't even smell it as she does, as she moves down the hall in a large sweater that brushes against the mid of pale thighs.

it's only when she pokes her head around the corner towards the kitchen does she know where it comes from. he cooks, again, for meals he does not see her enjoy. amethyst eyes wrinkle a little, hands coming to brace herself around the wall, fingers wrapping around the corner as the dogs follow through, giving her a slightly wide birth but continuing on into the kitchen area, or as close as they know they are allow.

sleeves bunch at her wrists as she glances towards the sitting dogs, before towards him. she says nothing, only enjoys the show of his back as he moves about the stove, and she offers to take a deep breath.

[viliria]

❝ i love when you make all the decisions. ❞ saya <3

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆 - @killerhubby .

her eyes give a dramatic roll , her lips curled into an amused smirk . quietly , saya closes the menu and leans forward , hand holding dante's chin , as she leans to press a soft kiss to his cheek .

❛ and i do so love when you are an obedient pup . such a good boy , these days . i'll be sure to reward you generously when we get back home . ❜

[fiendshunt]

his words summon a groan to bubble forth from throat's depths, slight marring of her features as brows furrow and lips curve downwards. there's an unfortunate truth held in what dante speaks so silken into the hunter's ear; it is marked by the dark circles under her eyes, in the fatigue that coils around rema's frame serpentine to where she could very well collapse at any given moment ... and yet she does not. somehow. whether it be through stubbornness or something else only known to her. whatever it is, however, seems to melt away the further he pulls her to his embrace. a welcomed warmth, a much needed solace from the horrors lurking around every corner.

"  i know ... i hate it when you're right.  " she murmurs while crown of pink-tinged alabaster gossamer nuzzles further into his chest, honing in and listening to every ba-thump, ba-thump his heart makes akin to a sweetly hummed lullaby calling her name. "  i can't rest long, though — there's still things i have to do today.  "

@killerhubby ❘❘❘❘  ↪  cont.  from      ˙˙˙ here.

[holyscorch]

and .... what did they have here ? seems they have an audience. normally, they are far more careful than this -- meticulous in the way they hunt for fresh prey, stalking them in the night, drain them of blood, and discard them once they're done with like a dirty dish. they didn't expect to see a figure standing just outside the alleyway where they hovered over a limp body, holding their fresh prey by the hair to practically devour at their neck to drain them of every last bit of blood they can consume. ( rich, savory .... mm, but it was missing that special little kick that could satiate them. ) by the time they've had somewhat of their fill from the current body, they loosely toss it aside before standing up to their full towering height -- black robes adorning their person that garnered an air and look of nobility, making them stand out far too much in this dingy alleyway.

" good evening. " they politely greet the onlooker with a smile-- blood still eerily painted over their maroon lips as they gently wipe away at it with the tips of clawed digits. " do forgive such a messy sight. i wasn't expecting an audience ... "

here have a bloodsucker / @killerhubby

[kisumitenderly]

❛ you're allowed to get injured, but you're not allowed to hide it from me. ❜

🩷🩷🩷———- @killerhubby

Kisumi looked away having been called out. He winced but it was harder to hide now that his injury had been sniffed out. “I just—“ a hissing sigh. “I didn’t want you worrying. I’ll be alright.” Kisumi insisted. “It’s an old wound, my knee just, does this sometimes” stupid of him thinking the stiffness would simply go away and now the cap might have slipped. He should have just worn the brace instead of trying to look fashionable.