#meme'd things

[duaxinamorato-blog]

♗♖♞ ♟☁ ☂ ♨

♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection

Romantic affections? Simply feed him attention, if you confess your love prepared to put though a very difficult and life-threatening trial for his trust and love in return~ Seriously, he likes the attention, just feed it to him and pick god, and pray he’ll find something for you. 

♖ for one of my muses guilty pleasures

One of them; Chocolate covered strawberries.

♞ for something that my muse wants to do

I don’t know if this is for right now or through his immortal life but, right now; party

.♟ for something my muse admires

Strength for/toward ones goals.

☁ for something that make my muse sad

More disappointed than said, lying when you damn well know he can tell when you’re lying. 

☂ for something my muse wants to protect

That’s confidential~ Nah, anyone who has managed to get close to him ♥

♨ for something that relaxes my muse

Soaking in a hot mineral salt bath.

[qunmi]

QUINMI BB I WANT UR KAY!!!!!!

And then there’s tongue [ -cracks knuckles- ] 

  Huh. 

An arched brow. Another one of Suzaku? At this point in time, the current mind that she was holding, she had stopped questioning the nature of these challenges and whom they were directed at. Yet, this always left the how these things were to be done; he men were at her disposal and there was another means for an invasion to those kiddies in the other territory.

Was she starting to enjoy these? Not as much as one could have thought, but this one would have been the most enjoyable to plot out, she supposed. Firm regret being pushed out by pride, mortification kicked about some sort of sadism? Couldn’t even being to tell— no she could tell when she managed to knock the weapon from the other’s hand and pulled down to the knees by the scarf.

Noting the same color; Qator must have taken a liking to the silly ascot thing — that was beyond the point.

Yanking the other into a forceful kiss, brushing her tongue across the other’s bottom lip gaining the metallic taste. Using the free hand; rather painfully wounded arm to command the other to open her mouth, sliding her tongue in her mouth exploring for a moment before pulling back. Finding some sort of enjoyment in the metallic taste of the blood, releasing the scarf from her hand turning on her heels to walk away with some kind of dignity.

If any were left. Some seemed to be there to relish in. 

[qunmi]

I want the K (AY AY)

Kiss in the Rain [ asdfghh ]

    Great.

What was she doing out there in the rain — that book room of a cadet, among the many she had seen, the five she pulled out of class she seemed to recognize that one in specific. Training, going for a walk, spaced out? Couldn’t tell what it was she was doing out there. 

A kiss in the rain, huh? Running a hand over her face, Qun’mi stood there for a moment contemplating as several questions came to mind; why and more why, who magically decided to generate these things and send it to her, and last but not least what personal gain would she get from this? Would anybody get from this besides talk? She was probably going to regret this, as she had come to learn about a lot things very recently. 

This one, might not be so regretful.

Walking out from the door frame into the downpour with a small umbrella behind her back, held within one hand as the other kept at her side as she approached the younger. Once attention was gotten, she’d go in from the kill, holding it there for the moment, maybe a bit longer before shoving the umbrella to the other. 

"Inside. Now."

[qunmi]

The K.

Underwater Kiss

   Oh gods.

Oh — How was she even going to accomplish this little feat? A small spark of an idea for it. A firm expression of regret beginning to well up somewhere in her at the very thought of completing this challenge, that pushed down as she walked out of the hall to the pool of water. Waving a hand to one of the soldiers near by; for him to get the male from where ever he may have been for the time being and make it urgent, and the location. A shake of her head.

  How he would fall for that, she would never know.

Removing her jacket, anything fairly metallic — from the gloves to that of the boots, and the pants who’s bracers — unfortunately were not detachable, putting it in some hidden place — a corner or a cubby of the such. Plunging into the deep end of the pool. A shuttered breath as came back to the surface, the body trying to get use to the frigid water. Useful for training — useless as of the time being.

Qun’mi pressed her back to the wall trying to keep from buoying in the water too much, to remain out of sight as she heard the approaching footsteps. A few having passed between jumping in the water and the footsteps; she began sinking out of sight beneath the water waiting for curiosity to get best, not before waving a hand in “i’m here” gesture. Waiting for the classic questioning of her actions as to just what she was doing.

Waiting for a moment before lurching upward, grabbing Qator by the( rather silly looking) scarf around his neck — whether he fell into the water or just neck beneath it — on her force of pulling, as long as he got underneath the water was all she was caring about. With whatever breath left, she pressed her lips to his for a few moments.

Pulling herself out the water and the pool, panting lightly but with an expression of undoubted mortification. 

[qunmi]

I want the K

Forceful Kiss

    You’ve got to be joking…

Oh, she was going to hate herself after doing this. This would be nothing more than a dare brought upon by some sick entertainment of another, given what it was and who it was. Yet, this she could not be turned down, to never turn down such a challenge becoming her downfall. 

A huffed breath — a clench of her hands into a fist and un-clenching them to remove her mask from her hand as she pushed through the crowd of her men before her. The few that managed to circle— corner the boy. “Move!” She barked the command, a loud voice for her size Qun’mi waited for the men to part before walking the clear path.

Swallowing thickly what amount of pride in the beginnings of holding her back. Get there and done, that was it. The ‘least of the command. Tugging the Suzaku boy by the scarf, down by a few inches— not that height difference was too much — pressing her lips hard against the others, not too sure how long she was to hold it. But as of then, a few seconds would do before she would pull away and let go. Storming off with a scoff in the same direction she had come from.

She was sure the taste would leave a bad one, somehow. Or, hear the end of it.                    

  Truly horrifying. 

[hierarchcval]

"Leave me alone"

[ AH! I didn’t see this in the box ‘til now. ]

A small smile, a huffed sigh accompanied by a chuckle at her very request. But for how many years did he leave her alone, after whatever child she had given birth to. The very name not coming to him at that very moment. Another Sakamaki son, of course. Given name of no concern as long as that was bared. 

As Karl seemed to see it, in his mind. 

"——Leave you alone? Oh, but my dear you are already alone in this cell." The vampire paced in short steps across the bars of the prison. This very prison he made himself to cage the other accordingly. Keep her his for whatever length of time there was. An eternity. “Why a very few visitors, that is not Subaru would do you well, no?”