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I cant Believe that Chris Pine played the rince in Into The Woods
From Here || @twoswordsonecaptain
“It’s very soft for such an old robe, I rather like it”
Rose smiles the easy, self indulgent smile of someone absolutely in their element. He knows he looks good in pink, although it does’t take the shine off the compliment. He flashes Shunsui and look then glances back to the mirror, thoroughly impressed with what he sees.
“Perhaps I should”
There’s always been a novelty to wearing a lover’s clothes, and Rose loves the idea of doing it more often.
“Is there anything in particular you’d like to see me in?”
From Here || @iakes-on-amasakas
“You know they have people trained to do this, right?”
Rose balks at the task in front of him, scissors in one hand and gossamer thin strands of blonde hair in the other. His target’s confidence alarms him. Rose prides himelf on his own hair care but cutting someone else’s is a new one on him. If Shinji changes his mind, this ins’t something he can just come back from. He’ll be stuck with it for months. This exact same fear, had been more than enough to make a discreet, yet well needed trip to one of the cheaper barbers scattered around the town.
Squinting a little, he brings the scissors closer to the hair with the same air of dread as a man facing his own execution and starts to size up his target. He wants to take Shinji’s word for it, although it’s hard when Rose knows exactly how he’d react in Shinji’s shoes. He’s not exactly keen to get on the wrong side of one of the few allies he has in this realm.
“right to the chin?”
From Here || @lewdestconcubine
Rose is used to Szayel and his habits by now. For years, he’s put up with the way he fidgets in his sleep and found the odd snatches of sleep talk thoroughly endearing. They’re only quirks after all, and things which feel thoroughly Szayel after so long sharing space together. He’s learnt to sleep through most of it, even if there’s a little part of him who could lay and listen to Szayel chatter to himself for hours.
There’s nothing very unusual about tonight at first. They settle down together, drifting off slowly in each other’s arms, just like they usually do. Rose sleeps lightly, shifting here and there as Szayel goes through his familiar routine, gently moving here and there. There’s nothing odd here, nothing to cause alarm...
Until the movement becomes far more violent and Rose wakes with a sickening jolt.
The panic is all consuming, even though it isn’t his, and on instinct Rose reaches for his husband, still groggy but trying to do whatever he can to stop this. A cold clammy Szayel curls in and Rose wraps his arms around him like his life depends on it.
“It’s okay, I’m here”
He sushes and whispers, repeating the phrase once or twice until Szayel’s able to speak for himself. He’s a mess, Rose thinks, heart clenching at the thought, and he doesn’t know what to do to help. As he begins to calm some more, he runs a hand through Szayel’s hair, rubbing against his mask as he tries to make sense of it all. It’s almost laughable the way Szayel’s more concerned about Rose than he is himself.
“Don’t worry about me. What on earth was that?”
From Here || @downerdamsel
Rose stares down the woman, wondering why the hostility with such a simple question. He wasn’t trying to catch her out, although her tone certainly implies it. She looks familiar, although Rose can’t put his finger on why. He’s a regular in this record shop and is pretty sure it’s not from here. Considering his circumstances, it’s unwise to not have a fix on anyone who might have seen you around. Especially one like her and whatever odd combination of Reiatsu flows in her....
“I wasn’t sure If I’d seen you here before, “ he says, offering an ingratiating smile. He doubts it’ll do much good, but he may as well try, he wants to play it innocent here “I’ve certainly seen you somewhere. A concert perhaps? or maybe one of the clubs nearby?”
His smile fades as she draws him in with a voice like piano wire and a look that would probably kill someone of a more sensitive disposition. Caught out? Rose thinks, or just as cautious as him. He lets his eyes flit from the display of picks and hone in on her pointedly.
“I like to place familiar faces, especially one I know I’ve seen a lot”
