#lasmenina

[kenpxchi]

❝ How does it feel to like someone you can never have? ❞ ♡

“...like someone? huh?”

“i dunno what you mean by havin’ someone. like, to eat?”

[kenpxchi]

❝ Nothing can fix stupid. Get well soon, sweetheart. ♡ ❞ rolls her sleeves up to sock him.

“you could’ve just said you wanted a fight.”

He’s just gonna ignore the mixed signals. Sweetheart? Stupid? What even is this woman... Well, he’s gonna fight, and that’s all that really matters.

[haschbrowns]

                              if he were surprised, jugram never showed it. chilled, viridescent colored eyes watched her; he felt the gentle pull of the strand of his hair. meanwhile his own gaze lingering on her own vibrant pink. a loud color for a ritter who held the power. it was befitting. his secret was merely the reishi intake, just a good amount to keep him from looking a mess. as the strand of hair slips between her fingers, his own hand reaches forth to gently grab her wrist. 

     eyes averting towards her hand, his thumb stroking the soft skin along her palm.  he knew her ways. flattery would get no where, but who was to say he could not do the same? one would call it petty, but he did it in a way that was both charming and respectful. ❝ only if you tell me how you get your hands to be so soft. ❞ his hands, however, were not free of callouses. training with the sword all his life, not once had jugram ever knew what it felt like to have hands so subtle. it had his mind wondering if it were just her hands and her entire being? she was the strength, the power.

                                                       @lasmenina​  |  continued ;) 

[biskael]

"Never forget, Quilge. God is always watching." ♡

@lasmenina

     “ AND THAT , MÄDCHEN , IS SOMETHING I NEVER FORGET . why would you ever bring up such a thing to me ? you know that i am nothing if not pious . ”

[frezes]

she leans down and brushes her hair out of her face, placing a gentle kiss to her lips before wiping the remenants of her gloss off with her thumb.

@lasmenina,        unprompted,        always  accepting.

             &.        they  say  there  is  victory  to  be  found  in  numbers,          triumph  in  the  midst  of  ice        &.        dust  across  a  now  vacant  battlefield  spattered  with  blood  of  shinigami  kind,        &.        oh    . . .     how  it  spawns  a  type  of  wicked  excitement  within  the  quincy’s  veins  to  know  that  this  was  their  doing.      it’s  their  whole  life  purpose:        to  slaughter  the  same  way  soul  reapers  had  once  done  unto  their  ancestors,        &.        dove  would  be  caught  in  a  dead  lie  to  admit  she  does  not  take  some  sort  of  pride  in  it  all.    besides   . . .    with  meninas        &.        the  rest  of  her  crew  at  her  side,        what  is  there  that  they  cannot  do        ?        

            the  crystalline  structure  ‘round  girlish  expressionism  withers  away  akin  to  a  rose  amongst  harsh  winter,        but  dove’s  blade  is  still  held  tight  within  palm  as  if  ready  for  the  next  set  of  enemies  to  barrel  their  way,        but  they  do  not.      not  yet  anyway.    instead  she  shall  be  pulled  aside  by  bubblegum  pink,        &.      faint  is  the  rosette  flourish  ‘cross  cheeks  the  very  moment  she  decides  to  bestow  a  kiss  to  peachy  tiers  before  their  familiar  audience.      she  tastes  like  candy,        cherry  pie  sweet  ‘pon  lips.      bevlova  cannot  help  but  to  smile  like  a  giddy  school  girl,        even  after  mcallon  has  pulled  away  from  their  liplock        &.        graced  plush  lips  with  thumb.         “   mn   . . .   i  take  it  that’s  your  way  of  saying  ‘   job  well  done   ‘,        no        ?   ”       coos  the  songbird.          “   . . .      i  want  another.   ”