#mortetm

[deathincognito]

                             @mortetm sent: “I can tell when anyone is lying.”

                   THE circles they are doing around each other are proverbial; java wonders how long it’ll take her to get dizzy   ---   how long it’ll be before she loses her ups from downs. persistence is key and she seems to have it, seems to have had that (and many other potentially dangerous traits) drilled into her at some point in time. the blond’s head stays high; there’s pride in his stance as he stares   ---   as he picks his words carefully as though they are resin pieces on a checkered board. it isn’t supposed to be a game, he knows; most people do not appreciate one side of a conversation viewing paths as a means of winning but with their current topic?                                                             HE’S GOING TEST HER RESOLVE.                                                                                                at least a little.

                   “what an amazing skill to have.” he doesn’t even try and hide the fact that he’s teasing, a bit. the board is supposed to be black and white but this time he imagines RED spilling over bright spaces. do others sense that around her? do they know? have humans evolved enough with their little quirks to know when something this close to his kind stands before them? he doubts it, greatly. when it comes to humans he doubts many things. but she? she almost doesn’t fit the description. does that bother her? “can you only tell when they are lying to you or does it also work when the person is lying to THEMSELVES?”

[sheddingxkinn]

Marcus and Eiko [ @mortetm ] having a not so good time tbh, based on this thread here u.u

[hokosu]

for @mortetm​ because keigo loves his mom. and dad. ( @takakuyaku​ mentioned. )

      WINGS flap, the largest they have been in a while. despite being busy, it’s almost been nice with his old man around on the front --- doubling the feathers in battles and saving him from having to sacrifice a lot of his own. they are terrifying, when they work together. there is no denying that much. work is easy enough to juggle, sure, but sometimes they bicker --- sometimes they posture and bare fangs at each other over different things. loving her is something they have in common. it allows them to find equal footing. he’d hated it, at first --- hated the idea, the notion. voicing it wasn’t beyond him but for her? he’s behaved, only made a few dozen comments. he’s tried, really. to give it a chance --- but he’s also been watchful. nosy. teasing, at times. today, he doesn’t tease. today he lands and starts saying something about --- well. it doesn’t matter. there’s a red feather around her neck.

takumi takami is capable of love, after all.

[sheddingxkinn]

@mortetm​

He’d sensed it before it even happened, by a roughly 10 second margin, it made him stop dead on his tracks, overcome with a gut feeling that threatened to make him empty his stomach right there and then. But he overcame it, almost immediately starting to sniff the air, and turn his head around him in short, rapid twitches as pupils dilated to better scan the area. Call it instinct, experience, whatever you will, but he knew that the wall above them was going to explode, shatter just like glass, and the rubble would come falling over them like rain. 

“GET DOWN!” the smooth bass of his deep, comforting voice is gone as he all but roars out the command. Wide form immediately goes to cover hers, dragging her body against his chest and stomach and he hunches over, preparing for impact. The bricks hit hit back one after the other, nd dust overtakes the area. A few more larger pieces collapse on top of him and around, making him grunt and wobble, but his stance is strong and his body is resilient. True, he’s back will be bruised raw, but that doesn’t matter now. 

When the last pieces fall, people are already screaming and running.  Some are trapped, some are injured. Others aren't quite as lucky. The dust rises, thick and intoxicating. Marcus immediately aims to cover his nose and mouth. Above them, on the first floor of the shopping plaza, blue flames erupt maniacally. Somewhere around them someone yells something about the league of villains. This is bad.

“...Eiko, RUN!” It’s too early for police sirens or heros, they can’t rely on anyone but themselves right now. 

[sheddingxkinn]

@mortetm​ continued from [ here ]

Next to his frame, this woman appears downright tiny. She’s close enough for him to need to look almost straight down in order to properly acknowledge her presence; not that Marcus would ever find anything wrong with that, if anything he’s the one to feel inadequate, always needing to slightly bow because the doorframe does not fit him well.

It does bring a certain sense of... awkwardness, especially since she’s explaining to him some social cues he apparently missed from the start of the conversation. Prolonged living in isolation tends to do this to a man. It’s a pity, especially since he couldn’t get to enjoy that compliment properly the first time round.

He does acknowledge it the second time though, with a vague chuckle and a smile that fit his rough, naturally furrowed expression a bit oddly. “...I’m only visiting, yes. To deliver some documents.” he confirms her suspicions. Head vaguely gestures towards the worn out messenger bag that tugs at his shoulder. Does he know his way around? Yes, yes he does. He’s been here many times, it’s a route he takes periodically and it’s pretty hard to get lost even if you tried. However, his yellow eyes seen to stare for a second longer, pondering. It felt as if this was a lure set out in the wilderness, one he’s noticed and had to decide if he’s going to follow it.

A moment later a thick brow arches and he sighs, settled on his decision. “...What would you like to show me?”

[sheddingxkinn]

@mortetm​ continued from [ here ]

Big round eyes watch the lady with interest, not missing a single detail about her. It’s obvious the pup is both hyper-aware and reckless at the same time. It’s not often that such a nice looking lady would pay attention to a messy little street kid that’s too bold for his own good.

It does take him a minute to process whatever she said, but once his brain did the translation his mood perks up. “MUSTARD!” he intones, loudly, small chubby fingers curling into excited little fists. Not a moment later hes pointing at a bottle of mustard. “That one! Can i have?” there’s hope in his eyes and faith in his voice. Does he know that’s a condiment and not juice? Not really, they’re both kind of in liquid form so what does that matter?

[sheddingxkinn]

@mortetm​ cont from [ here ]

It happened so quickly and so naturally there was very little time to properly register the new development that suddenly cut the flow of their conversation. Marcus only remembered hearing the distinct ping! of the plastic button as it fell unto the ground and rolled in front of them, immediately drawing his eyes to see it now lying down not to far from them. Then his eyes went to her face. Then they went down to her chest. Then back up to her face. It wasn’t until he got winked at that he felt the rush of embarrassment and the heat reaching his face.

“...Uhm, Eiko?” it’s meek and lowly intoned as the man is left behind a few steps, stunned in place by how casually she dismissed the whole deal. God, he’s not properly equipped to deal with this...! Not that he’d taken any sort of offence, not at all, a woman should be free to feel comfortable no matter her clothing, or lack there of. But call him all fashioned and all when getting concerned at this kind of wardrobe malfunction. 

Picking up the pace, the old man struggled a little with taking off his suit’s jacket, passing his own coffee cup from one hand to the other, and then promptly presenting it to his companion. He’d not saying anything at first, just half awkwardly extending the large garment in silent offering. But his brain urgently inched him to say something, and say something he did, intoning a small and quick “It’s cold outside” without even looking her way. 

[sheddingxkinn]

(mortetm) 💋 to marcus-

First 5 people who send in a “💋” get a kiss from my muse.

@mortetm 1/5 - accepting

Comfort is an odd between strangers; it's hard to find the bounderies of what is and isn't too much, you can't truly know their bounderies or limitations are and more often than not it does more dagame than good. Comfort is a deeply personal thing, one Marcus knew perhaps a little too less of.

However, it's hard not to indulge in the comfort of a small hand touching his cheek, the wordless caress of a stranger whom, perhaps, wished to share a little bit of herself with him. It was odd, it was foreign But it was wlecomed with a sigh the shutting of tired eyes, eyes that'd seen too much pain and misery.

He doesn't know what exactly overtook him and pushed to grab that small hand in his own and press it against his cheek. It's probably not the most comfortable, he doesn't know his own strength and his beard is rough and unkept, but he choose selfishness. He sighs, feeling the tension built in a clenched jaw and, seeking a little bit of release, he turns his head and kisses her palm. Not a soft kiss either, pressed and prolonged, as if he sought to hide in that hand from the entire world.

When he does raise his head, his expression is one of exhaustion. A tired old man. But he does find the strength to smile vaguely in return, appreciative and perhaps a little embarrassed too.

"...Thank you."