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[carnivoures]

   there aint no rest for the wicked // it´s a lesson he learned  early  on in his life, but rules never tend to  stick  with the likes of him -  foolish  of him to think the same wouldn´t apply to others. sure, it was  his  world - his world of dreams and peace, but what´s to say others couldn´t stumble into it ? mismatched colors narrow at the sight of hibari kyoya out of all people, standing underneath the shadow of  HIS  tree. 

        ❛ oya, oya. what an  unexpected  guest.  ❜   // @cynicise  ❤´d 

[carnivoures]

their collision , like melodies coming to a halt , worlds muted to nothing but a silence clash of their skies , star - kissed skin against lips of an enchantress , god’s secrets spilling from each’s breaths . ‘ stop moving . i need a nap . ‘

         always with the orders,   mukuro chuckles as he entertains shoving the raven off his lap just to be  contrary  -  but the sun´s warm on his skin, as it always is in this moment of suspended time -  their  time, in  their  own world.  when, he wonders, had it become theirs instead of his?  -    and just this once, on the roof of the nameless school he relents to kyoyas wishes and relaxes, his back leaning against the fence as he picks up his book to read in silence   ;;   waiting, until breath evens out for his long slender fingers to softly tangle with black locks  ;;  the sound of turning pages the only thing to accompany the comfortable silence. 

[carnivoures]

throws his trident away.

           melts down his tonfas 🎶~

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