#lovcspot

[hollowprayers]

“ My condolences to the newly married couple. “

[naturestoxicity]

“     You want me to feed you like lil John too while I’m at it? “

[caemthe-a]

@lovcspot - Cont. from here

N-not a single reaction.

The teen blinked a couple times while looking at his fellow lancer. His plan was to scare him and then tease him about it, but since the first step failed, now... Uwahhh this is embarrassing! He struggled with words, wondering what to say. He should have come up with a plan B. “I was just... trying to... never mind.”

His face and ears were getting red but he still smiled at the other lancer and moved to the side. “Don’t worry, you can continue, I won’t stop you.” He said that but he stared intensely at the other with a frown and followed him. What’s with him? Why did it not work? Those thoughts invaded his mind as he awkwardly followed the older man.

[originlist]

lovcspot

please keep your clothes on, my heart can't handle this

You know what that means-- time to ditch his top and drape himself over Diarmuid’s shoulders. “Exposure therapy, Diarmuid.”

[lovevcid]

✋

nonverbal rp starters || accepting@lovcspot

✋ touch the back of my muse’s hand

             It was complicated. 

       Or so that was the excuse she told herself. She was not someone to dwell on these invasive emotions, to waste time wondering if there was any meaning or worth to them. There were matters of higher priority that required her attention; procrastinating did not suit a woman of her caliber. Her brows knitted together to the point of creasing her forehead, lips pursing into a thin line from own frustrations. How unbecoming of someone from the Sophia-Ri family name to be seen with such an expression, to allow her emotions to be worn on her sleeve. She swallowed thickly and buried whatever thoughts before they could reach the surface. Just enough... at least... 

       “Diarmuid?” His touch brought Sola-Ui from her reverie, those fingertips gently leaving their warmth upon her hand. Such a small gesture brought forth a sense of comfort she didn’t know someone could give to her, didn’t know she could feel outside of her own reassurance. Bright eyes blinked up at him, studying his face as if seeking out something she knew not the answer before looking away. Worrying at her bottom lip, Sola-Ui tried to fixate her attention elsewhere, despising how she had allowed herself to wear the expression of some pathetic distressed damsel. 

       “If you were trying to bring me comfort, I fear your efforts have charmed me.” 

[truaillidh-blog]

Everyone’s talking about marriage and insanity.

At least he can’t see Diarmuid anywhere.

[durindanna]

@lovcspot // youre killing him diarmuid

He makes a surprised noise at the mention of a gift, immediately attempting to duck his head down and avoid Diarmuid’s gaze as his cheeks redden. Somehow he feels like he’s been caught out, like he got noticed doing something bad, though that’s hardly the case. “You weren’t supposed to know who it was from,” Hektor mutters, still embarrassed even though Diarmuid doesn’t seem to mind.

(There were reasons for that! Sort of.)

“--But if you’d like, yes.”

[unwcvering]

@lovcspot wanted hot androids

       Books were a rare commodity outside of the El-Melloi manor. It was what he had been told, so he had no reason to refute what his Creator told him. Anything Kayneth might have taught him about the world outside the laboratory and the pristine and polished halls he walked he would have believed. There was no reason for him to lie, especially not to one of his own creations, and yet, somehow there were moments when he thought himself unwanted, a disposable object due to his failure during the various testing he had endured. Waver was only the sum of his parts, and in the end if he wasn’t able to follow through, he would be recycled. He had accepted it when his arm had detached from his body for the nth time, still unattached as he wandered the grand library, seeking comfort and knowledge in books. It still didn’t erase what equated to resentment, to know that it would be his end if he wasn’t able to achieve his Creator’s expectations.

       Fingertips caressing the spines of the books, he memorized the sensation, processed it and held it for his own personal data. Just as he was about to pluck one from the shelves, he heard the doors opening to the library. A glance was cast over his shoulder, eyeing the other android as if uncertain why he was there. “Diarmuid, she allows you to leave, hm?” It would have been a lie if he said he wasn’t somewhat envious, a word he thought fit well to explain how he ‘felt’ when seeing Diarmuid and the other android’s Creator. She was more attentive, careful as if she looked upon him as a work of art than a mere machine. It didn’t help his envy that Diarmuid had both arms, something Waver lacked at the moment. “Ah, Kayneth is repairing the other one,” he explained, lone hand covering the space where his arm should have been, “Try not to stare at it...”