@oceansunk gRABS U AND RATTLES U LIKE MARACA!!!! still screaming crying shaking over my moon girl in ur docs okok immediately felt da mood to doodle them and i will simply throw this @ u now bc they r !!!!! So Cute.
bonus: bc hi yes i think that figaro can tease hakuno a lil bit yknow.... as a treat !
It was truly exciting hearing he would be participating in a Marine Bio Club in the city he found himself in with his former club president; Souma eagerly searching high and low as far as the waters permissably allowed up to his thighs (not minding how wet it made pants), carefully to the sands in search of crabs and the like that wandered on the shore with lunch things stored close. Really, he entrusted himself more to the shores, allowing older youth to bask in the water as he pleased while searching for suitable marine life. Though samurai remained vigilant that he was not swept by the tide, aware Kanata is unable to swim.
While digging through sand, he notices a peciluar but familiar formation of a mound nearby, walking over and inspecting it by it’s edge with curiosity. ❝ This resemburus... ❞ before he could finish his sentence, a small, dark green head popped from the sand; the traditional idol’s breath caught in his throat and eyes sparkled as many more heads began to surface as the first small turtle wiggled it’s way from the sand. To think he’d get to witness such a miracle as sea turtle hatchlings outside of a documentary!!
❝ K-Kanata-dono! Please, make haste to shore! A glorious miracle is taking place!!!♪♪ ❞
@oceansunk replied: figaro is going to hoist her over his shoulder; he’s going to kiss her directly on the mouth
lifted with such ease ! was he that strong, physically ? or was she just... light ? regardless of reason, it's something that leaves her with a soundless gasp — hoisted over his shoulder before she knows it. like a sack of potatoes... that comparison comes to her naturally, and she purses her lips at the thought. a pout on her features.
“ um, figaro... i'm not exactly sure what this is... ” but surely, he wasn't playing carry a sack of potatoes simulator with her as said item... ( right ?! ) “ in any case, time-out, time-out. please put me down. ” stoic expression would shift to a thoughtful one as her feet met the ground, still not at all comprehending the meaning behind figaro's action. just what could it be ? what was he trying to do ? it's just a guess, but if he wanted an activity to do together at the beach, then...
“ ...i suppose i should start running. ” ?! such a puzzling ( and maybe a little ominous... ) line is said with complete nonchalance, as if nothing more than a neat little suggestion. “ because, that's standard in all those love flicks, right ? the couple starts chasing after each other in the beach, the boy after the girl usually, with sparkles in the background... ” maybe that particular effect could be emulated with his magic ? there's a hum that leaves her at thought, but it is ultimately discarded. no need to mimic fiction with such dedication, though using it as a guidebook of sorts is quite helpful. clenched fists that raise by her chest denote enthusiam at the idea, and there's proud huff as she nods. “ alright then ! i'll start running, so you should catch me if you ca— ”
the words are interrupted with a kiss. hazel eyes widen rather than close, and so taken aback by the sudden action, she doesn't even think to reciprocate it. it's only when he pulls away that a belated ‘ ah ’ of realization leaves pink lips.
“ ... ” and ah, really... that— really, really took her by surprise ! a sound unwillingly comes from the woman, incomprehensible, it's akin to a mix of an exhale and a squeak. the doctor wouldn't even have the chance to question her on this peculiar reaction, instead being immediately tossed to the role of the receiver of a hakuno that was stumbling right into his arms. her smaller hands are quick to try and grasp hold before she could topple entirely onto him, but she's securely held by the other before her her attempt could fail or suceed. a shaky breath exhaled.
...
a beat.
...ah. so, well. hm. in the end, it seems like he'd caught her after all... delicate hands resting on his arms tighten just a bit, and she takes a shuffling step closer for no reason other than wanting to. contrary to those actions, hakuno's head meekly lowers in defeat, continues to hang downwards like that in a silence —— though really, it's just to hide her blushing face from his gaze.
#😳😳 would u.. let one (1) moon master give her caster a smooch? asking 4 a friend...
the moon master may do whatever she pleases to her caster, he will allow it and watch her curiously in the process; her thought process is very fascinating to him. perhaps it will even get a small fluster from him
the smaller hands that take hold of one of his move gingerly, slowly, with careful thought and deliberation. physical contact for her is a rarity, the comfort of another is a distant haven, and when handed so easily to her as so— she doesn't know what to do. curiosity was prevalent, but so was another emotion, one that brought out a softness from the master's seemingly frosty exterior. a small exhale leaves her, doe eyes that remain fixated on the servant's hand appearing uncharacteristically soft.
“ ... ”
her hand positions to curl around his wrist, thumb just barely grazing over the area, only to stop over a particular spot. her touch is feather-light, but is still able to feel the rhythmic pulse of a heartbeat underneath skin. proof of life; evidence that figaro is alive and real. soft lips press to the area, and how reminiscent it was to his own actions register only after the sensation of warm skin. truthfully, she'd never understood the reasoning behind it, unsure of what to make from the little act of affection, but she feels that she's starting to understand. a kiss with reverence, to cherish.
peers up at him to see his reaction, for a moment, her breath catches in her throat, the hold on his hand tightens.
she yearns for more, and yet, is conflicted. knows that her time is ticking, wonders if this moment would elude her; if she's even deserving of it. her days are numbered / so just kiss me anytime.
in one swift movement then, the distance of the two sitting side by side is closed —— there's a slow blink from the perpetrator only afterwards, just as a fleeting thought passes by on how warm he is. heart had triumphed over mind, so it appears that she's pinned him down... what a turn of events from a greedy greedy request to hold his hand, but hakuno finds that she doesn't mind it at all. not one bit. he looked nice like this, trapped beneath her and straddled by soft thighs. leans in closer, long chocolate locks spill over her shoulders, draping over the two of them like a curtain from the outside world— from anything else.
was he aware of the effect he had on her ? the full extent of which she doesn't even know herself, heavy drumming of an accelerated heartbeat ringing loud to her ears. curiosity still an ever-present trait of hers, her idle hand would roam over the caster's chest. the same careful touch as before, and when she pauses over where his heart would lie— ah. soft chuckle leaves her, a deeper flush of red over porcelain features as her forehead presses to his. the promixity is intoxicating, her own traitorous mind adding fuel to the fire with the thought to kiss him right now. in the space where their breaths intermingled, she whispers out a desire: “ i want to see more... i want to touch you more... ” steal his breath away, make it so that just like her, his thoughts would be filled with you and only you.
“ i want to be with you— ” admission of her truest feelings startles her more than anyone else, and she pulls back with wide eyes. perplexed expression appearing entranced yet hesitant, a few loose strands of hair being tucked behind her ear. still, she remains seated on him. and still, her gaze remains on him; a gaze that tries to look away, but finds itself unable to. she's drawn to him, greedily taking in every minute detail of his handsome features. their eyes meet, and a smile pulls on pink lips; hesitance still present, but largely overshadowed by a tenderness. a maiden in love could be a such a complex thing. knows that is far beyond her, far more than she is deserving of; and yet, still asks: “ can i...? ”
her hand reaches for his once more, and gently intertwines their fingers together.
The leaf on the top of Figaro’s hair was bothering Nero as languid eyes glance over at it. The doctor had not noticed yet that the little piece of greenery drifted onto his hair, while laughing amicably over the topic of Rutile’s drawing.
It was a rare occasion Nero was drinking with Figaro-- usually he would have went through a bottle of wine by himself, with Faust, or even his ex-partner Bradley. By chance, the chef bumped into Figaro when he decided he was going to play truant from his lessons today. The Southern wizard readily accepted his bribe of sharing the bottle of wine for his hushed lips, though Nero suspected that the other wizard simply wanted to occupy his time, which Nero completely welcomed. Well, who’s to say he didn’t fancy the doctor?
So here they were sitting on a bench, engaging in casual conversation over glasses of wine when Nero had noticed the leaf. Figaro still hasn’t noticed and the more Nero looks at it, he can’t help but want to snort more and more. He might as well as save the doctor trouble and embarrassment.
“Hey Figaro, hold still.” Nero doesn’t give a chance for the Southern wizard to answer as he moved closer to softly brush off the leaf from his blue hair. He’s quick to notice the teasing glint in the other man’s eyes and Nero realized that Figaro wanted him to do that. What a cheeky bastard, two could play that game.
While staring him back, his hand slowly trails down from the doctor’s hair to his face, fingertips sensually rubbing the side of his cheek. This was definitely something up Shylock’s alley (he’s probably been going to his bar too much), so Nero knew Figaro didn’t expect this action out of him. Gauging the surprised expression on his face, Nero smirked before swooping in to press a kiss on his lips for a couple of seconds.
He licked his lips as he pulled away, tasting the alcohol that Figaro had just drank with him. It’s bittersweet and intoxicating, that makes Nero wants more.
“If you wanted me to touch you so badly, Doctor, you should have said so in the first place.”
HOOOOHH since we shipping (😳😏) it's kinda obvi that love would be a theme i'd love to explore.. but even if we weren't i still would!! i'm staring at him liking "love" in his profile and just thinking about how love is an important theme for my hakuno; she wants to know what love is.. wants to love and be loved!! (also did i tell u that for my canon, love is mistaken for her aha-). reading his wiki is interesting tho bc my eyes are veeery opened to how they really contrast each other..... how figaro has a gentle image but is actually pretty cold and ruthless v hakuno looks aloof but actually has a heart of gold; how he's more of a the ends justifies the means while hakuno's more of the it's the journey that matters not the destination; how figaro can be pretty damn manipulative while hakuno is "stupidly earnest"; how figaro can be so brutal and cruel while hakuno always chooses to be kind — vvv interesting to me too because it's not entirely black and white, y'know? they are both fucked up on the inside i think 😳 him acting to tug at people's heart is also very Interesting to me because hakuno seems like she'd be the perfect victim for that but hakuno has surprisingly good intuition when it comes to people's true nature! if he tried to manipulate her i think she'd act the way he wanted her to, not because she fell for his act or anything- but because she wanted to trust him :thonk: from what i see, i think figaro is well-liked by others too which i am also Looking at because hakuno's on the opposite spectrum of,, mmmm not really being liked (she gets looked down on and insulted a lot as the weakest master in canon fate which i want to incorporate that to a mhyk verse too for sure..) but!! they are both always lonely ^_T i need to find out more about that and what it means for figaro but it'd be interesting to explore for sure methinks! and on a lighter cute note, i see that he's popular with children and!!! they should take care of the children together methinks.... :PLEADING: (one of the kids asks them to play house with figaro as the papa and hakuno as the mama) (hakuno proceeds 2 choke on air SGDJF)
