#loveheir

[blossombreezesworld]

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[deadn30n-arch]

starter call ➜ @loveheir ( sasuke ) 🌿

                  Eden  fidgets  nervously  where  they  sit,  still  clad  in  their  coffee-stained  apron.  their  hands  are  clasped  tightly  in  their  lap  and  they're  looking  down,  feeling  rather  out  of  place.  they  know  they  have  no  reason  to  react  this  way   –   but  it's  difficult  for  them  to  not.   “  are  you…  sure  this  is  really  alright?  ”   their  voice  sounding  smaller  than  it  usually  does,  as  small  as  a  mouse.   “  i  mean…  i  know  i  paid  for  you,  but  i  do  not  wish  for  you  to  feel  like  you've  been  forced  to  do  this.  at  least…  at  least  it  shouldn't  be  for  a  long  time;  just  long  enough  to  convince  my  parents  to  let  me  be.  ”   the  entire  time  they're  speaking,  they  don't  dare  look  up  at  him,  far  too  meek   –   far  too  afraid  for  what  they  might  find.  Sasuke  probably  doesn't  care  about  all  of  this  as  much  as  they've  twisted  themselves  into  knots  over  it,  yet  their  mind  keeps  dancing  on  the  edge  of  uncertainty.

[oneheir]

@loveheir asked: katsuki stomps over to him to and pinches his cheeks. “finally showing yer dumb face again?” he huffs while stretching his cheeks.

【 ★ 】 — send me an ask ! ;

"ah, kacchan, 'm sorry—" he closes his eyes and lets out a quiet whine as his cheeks are tugged on. he doesn't pull away, too used to the teasing and . . . well, he's missed him. he opens one eye to see katsuki's brows furrowed, watching him closely, and when he notices izuku watching, his cheeks get pinched again. "ow, ow okay, okay— i'll make it up to you by taking you to lunch. things got a bit hectic at work — at the school — that's all. can you stop pinching my cheeks, please? i sound silly with my cheeks pulled out like this."

[stormfated]

@loveheir liked ✧ for a starter !

"y'know,  i've  been  thinking  of  getting  a  new  tattoo."  she  has  two  of  them  already  and  both  have  significant  meaning  to  her.  it's  been  a  few  years  since  she  got  them  and  while  there  isn't  a  burning  desire  for  a  new  one,  the  itch  has  been  growing  every  day.  taking  a  sip  of  her  iced  drink,  she  glances  over  at  sasuke.  "what  kind  of  art  have  you  been  drawing  lately?"

[risendeads-moved]

@loveheir : “  well.  there goes my favorite shirt.  ” [ from hilda! / injury prompts , accepting !

very few things get a reaction out of the summoner . having seen death , injuries —- generally the worst things humanity can offer , but a comment made like this in passing ... gives them pause . " that ... is the , th —- the least of your worries , " sheol states dryly , but quickly : hilda , someone who's reputation was more familiar to them than her , just tanked a heavy fall and seemed to have taken a hit from some nasty poison laced blade . shirt was ripped at the seam , further torn open by sheol , to inspect the damage . a sigh through their nose , less worried than it was annoyed . " even if i sewed it back up , it's —- it's —- it's drenched in blood . " and even then , their needles and threads are for flesh , not fabric .

hands move , fingers tacky and stained red , to her back to guide her to lay on her ( slightly less bruised ) side . the white magic that they knew was limited , quite frankly . and hilda needs more than what sheol could offer in that department . " just breathe for a , a , a moment , " they mutter as an instruction as they turn to rifle through a cabinet full of elixirs and makeshift 'potions' , if one could call them that . an antidote was plucked from a shelf , offered to the future duchess blindly behind them as their other hand digs around , " drink this . it tastes like candy , " a lie . it probably tastes awful .

[moonsmourning]

@loveheir: [ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ . - [ konan & roselle ] konan's honed senses picked up on the trouble before her amber eyes could see it. the blonde woman coming down the sidewalk was a walking neon sign of distress. smoke break cut short, she drops the cigarette between her lips, crushes it under a thick boot while beckoning the woman over. "step inside my shop if you need to hide," she murmurs once they're close enough. she's still scanning the streets, for signs of dangers or threats. after several minutes she steps inside her shop and softens her stance and expression. "im going to bring you some water. try to take some deep breaths. if you need to leave, the back door is just through here." she gestures to the open space behind the front desk, where several tattoo stations are set up. past those is a large black door, the words exit hovering above.

usually roselle was several steps ahead, usually she knew when they grew too close to her location. but it seemed they had gotten smarter in their advances and caught her off guard. roselle's coven were not pleasant people, they were wicked and cruel and wanted her to be their puppet. and if she didn't, they wanted her dead. still, after all these years, they hunt her down, hoping she'd 'come to her senses' and join them, even after the horrible things they had done to her family. but rose was stronger than them, her connection to her magic was more secure, which was perhaps why she didn't worry about them as much as she should, which was definitely why she ended up in the situation she was in now.

her thoughts are louder than everything around her as she moves with purpose, barrelling down the street with horror in her eyes. it must have been noticeable, given the fact a total stranger reads her like an open book. book or not, the witch doesn't think twice about ducking and rushing into the shop. while the other woman stays outside to survey the area, rose looks around, scanning for any type of danger. when the store is revealed to be a simple tattoo parlour, she relaxes somewhat, turning just in time for the woman to approach her.

leaving right now wasn't an option, they'd find her running around the streets like a headless chicken. instead, she nods, lips parting to speak. ❝ thank you... if it is alright, i'd like to stay for a little while. ❞ her french accent isn't too thick, but definitely noticeable. gesturing to the small entryway to another part of the store, roselle offers a scared smile. ❝ may i hide in the back? ❞

[hinodae]

@loveheir liked ✧ 𓂅 for a starter !

"hey,  what's  the  big  idea?  there's  no  need  to  be  so  rough,  y'know  .  .  .  "

[sasouken]

@loveheir asked: "if we hold hands, that'll sell the illusion even more." ( izuku to yuji! ) // send memes !

“yeah,” he says contemplative, brows furrowed in thought. just as quickly as it had happened, his expression smooths out into something adoring. something so easy to do when it was izuku, who was kind and gave yuji every reason to fight alongside him. scarred and calloused hands close over izuku’s, fingers slipping into the spaces between his with ease, as if he had done this his entire life.

“is this alright?” he asks, amber hues rising to meet green.