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hello! i'd like to re-app kanda yuu from d gray man! application is the fourth link on the sidebar or /app if the link doesn't work. thank you!
Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Kanda!
You will be housed in CONDO 407.
You will retain everything you received in your previous stay.
– mod pleiades.
switcheroo!
Send me “Switcheroo!” and I’ll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse’s universe
character notes:
an elf prince pretty boy with long ears...kind of guy
he probably never smiles
but his hair is definitely silky smooth and straight
every shampoo commercial’s dream model
looks even better covered in blood after a fight
forced to be single by the plot until the designated mary sue whisks him away as her latest catch
commentary:
“of course it had to be royalty.” - mary sue 01233GJ992
“we were considering a god too, but we couldn’t settle on a pantheon to pick from!” - mary sue 123132G812R
“he’s really something with slicked back hair, isn’t he?” - mary sue 98484JP232
“i have no idea what’s going on with that outfit, but it’s got poufs and leaves so it can’t be too wrong!” - mary sue 439132TY863
“eat your heart out, legolas~” - mary sue 683023NT123
With his attention currently consumed by idle chatter with an attractive passerby—and in a bustling area filled with crowds no less—he fails to take notice of the dubious individual that appears to be gradually approaching him. It’s only when they’re within view ( at the corner of his eye ) that his head shifts in return, scrutinizing the individual in question. Before he can speak out however, he’s lunged at with a knife in their hand, they apparently meant to kill or injure him at the least. Fortunately for him, their movements are slow enough for him to step out of the way, effectively dodging the incoming attack. Oddly enough, the individual takes that moment during his slight disarray and shock to flee instead of continuing. Confused, the wizard’s gaze remains fixed on their back as they make distance. It’s only when he catches a glimpse of a rather shiny object hanging loosely from their hand that he realizes what their intention was. As if to confirm his suspicions, his fingers reach for just above his chest, lightly brushing against his clavicles. “Really? How bothersome... irritatingly so.” Despite his anger and humiliation over the situation, an abrupt laugh passes his lips followed by a sliver of a smile upturning his lips. His arm then rises up out of tendency, though he soon after recalls his recent limitations in terms of magic, softly groaning in frustration all the while.
“You’ll have to excuse me...” Turning back momentarily, he offers those words to the woman ( the attractive passerby ) he was previously addressing with a smile, and no sooner does he begin his chase.
lotusword !
“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”
hypothermic extremities, cloaked within chilled leather, immediately guide the second exorcist into a sitting position ; his touch is gentle yet firm, almost as if to keep him grounded whilst his consciousness fades. even when the other is seated, his grip remains - lucian finds himself leaning down, intently searching kanda’s eyes.
“ we’re nearly there . take a breather for now ... i’ll keep watch , if you do need rest . ”
NEVER does he feel more at home than he does right here. he’s used the excuse that yuu’s WARM so many times before, though even when they’re both shivering can kanda melt him to the core. this indulgence is addicting, physical affection INEVITABLE. from here, alma can feel his heartbeat ------- steady like a lullaby, the very foundation of his world ; some say a soul resides within the heart. he believes it.
❛ but you’re so comfy , ❜ comes sleepy murmur, eyes steadfastly closed.
fingers skim the length of partner’s forearm, tracing sleepy patterns in the palm of his hand. they’re alone here, protected from the weight of the world. moments like these has him wondering how he ever SURVIVED those first seven months without him. this is divine. this is home. ( ------ i love you, yuu. )
❛ won’t you come read with me tonight ? ❜
@lotusword cont.
"and here i thought i'll have to give this to a ghost," he says, sighing. truthfully he'd have preferred giving this to someone else than lenalee; that would mean she wouldn't have to be here, trapped. her situation is not so different with the order, but there, at the very least, she'll be with her brother. her world. guess he'll have to find a way to get her out soon. kanda bites back another sigh and hands her the rose gold butterfly anklet he bought from a thrift store. "happy birthday."
BIT BY BIT, PERSON BY PERSON, HER WORLD BEGINS TO SHATTER ! In shards of vibrant light, broken glass memories scattered across the floor like a jagged mosaic. And then there was an island in the abyss somewhere far away from war but in a sea of unfamiliar faces. Everything here felt wrong, foreign and disconnected. I HATE THIS PLACE. Fervidly the words form in her mind. It is a deep set loathing. An all-consuming notion that could easily swallow her whole leaving her in the ruins that frequented her nightmares.
Somehow in the vast chaos he meets her. Not knowing how relieved she is by only the sight of him until she can feel the damp sting of her tears. There is chain in his hands, glinting slightly but she can barely make out its shape through her watery vision. A gift ? SHE HAD FORGOTTEN. A celebration felt ill-placed when the sky she had pieced together so carefully seemed to crumble down upon her. Yet now one of the pieces stood firmly in place, sturdy and immovable. And she rushed to cling onto him for fear that he would vanish as he had so many times before.
Arms are flung over his shoulders pulling him in close, concealing her tear-strewn face in the the rough fabric of her uniform. ❛ You never know how to leave properly. ❜ From the Order. From HER. Words are muffled between her constricting throat and the limbs she has buried herself in. Reluctantly she leans out of the embrace, untangling from him with a certain hesitance. Remembering herself she begins to dab at her cheeks embarrassment flooding back to her.
❛ Why are you here ? You shouldn’t be…❜ Inquiries which rush out of her but even in the midst of this upheaval she takes the anklet into her hands cradling it with great importance. Fingers curling inward shrouding the present from view, holding it aloft in a fist against her chest. ❛ Is it selfish of me To be happy because of this ? ❜ Not because of what he gave but for simple act of his presence. ❛ I don’t want to be but … Thank you. ❜ All she has is this small gratitude, muddled and not without greed. Imperfect beings, were they not ? But she would do what it took to survive, deluded as it might be.
BIRTHDAY WISHES ! / ( @lotusword )
ღ Wow, he was pretty. It was a sentiment Byakuran was certain many people shared with him, as there was no doubting the stranger’s drop-dead beauty at first glance, clean-cut and simple, no fuss. What many other people probably did not share was the absolute fascination with the anger that painted the man head to toe.
Byakuran would not pretend to know what graced that pretty head, but something told him it was not a foul mood (though perhaps also that), so much as a way of carrying himself, a hundred defense mechanisms displaying in his body language, his eyes, the curve of his mouth-- I bet he could win an Olympic medal in playing hard to get.
He would have to play carefully, too.
Approaching the bar next to the stranger, Byakuran ordered another of his own vibrant pink drink; and another of the pretty stranger’s as well, a simple ‘put this one on my tab, too.’ While the bartender turned to make the order, he offered the target of his fascination a small smile, keeping his own body language casual: Don’t turn directly to him, don’t maintain eye contact for too long, polite but unassuming.
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to disturb your night. No conversation necessary! I just thought you could use a refill. Either you always wear that expression, or you’re ready to commit some degree of murder,” he laughed lightly, soft voice heard easily even over the music and few other groups of patrons. “But if it’s the latter, I do know how to hide a body.”
@lotusword
❁ / ; @lotusword !
A COMFORTING WEIGHT IN HER ARMS ! The puppy had grown in the few weeks since she had adopted him yet he still fit snuggly in her grasp. A grounding warmth that kept her from regarding her change of appearance and the absence of magic. A notion which left the once halfling with a void in her chest, a severance from all she had known. Yet, she had gotten her wish. A normalcy which stripped her of not only her familiar reflection but also so much of what lay beneath.
As if sensing her distress, in her arms the dog shifted and began to whine softly. With a slight chuckle a hand scratches the top of his head easing her pet’s worries and even her’s to a lesser extent. Although, as she began to lower him to the ground the instant his paws brushed the grassy surface he broke into a a sprint. ❛ Matsu ! ❜ Following close behind she gives chase only to find that her smaller companion had not gotten very far at all. Instead, he was begging for attention from a complete stranger; circling the young man’s legs and barking every few steps. As she approaches she is already beginning an apology, ❛ I’m so sorry I’ve never her seen him run off like that ❜ And then the boy in question turns and immediately she stiffens.
Alma. HIS Alma.
And he is here alive; breathing, smiling, a beacon of warmth in the chill December air. Nothing like the decrepit child she had seen that night but everything and more than she had fathomed together in her dreams. His wish, it had to be this Which meant he could not be far behind but she abandons that thought as soon as it dawns on her. Curiosity outweighing her fear of what was to come. She had grown silent, her sudden pause sure to puzzle him and so she continues on. Slowly fixing her features into a more neutral expression. ❛ He must like you already. ❜ The canine pants by his ankles waiting eagerly to be pet or held aloft by his owner once again, but the latter was impossible. She can coax a smile onto her face but she cannot bring herself any closer to him than she already is. For he was once a ghost and now he was vision made flesh.
