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[threebetrayals]

@palmatums​ sent:  a scarasmooch, for his scaramouche. <3

     “ disgusting. ”

  with a fittingly nasty look to match his tone, arms folded over his chest, he looks down his nose at his own damn boyfriend kazuha. a beat, then his eyes narrow;

     “ do it again. ”

[threebetrayals]

@palmatums​ sent:  ❝ if you’re planning on killing me, at least let me finish this song. ❞ // modern maybe?

»  ragnarok prompts    ‒‒‒‒‒    accepting  

  brought to a pause by the words, kuni stands still in the doorway to the living room, gaze slowly drifting from kazuha’s very focused expression down to the dexterous fingers that move so smoothly along the strings of his guitar. lips purse, but he says nothing further as he simply OBSERVES for several long moments, listening to the tune his boyfriend works to construct and watching as he pens down a few notes here and there in a nearby notebook. finally, kuni exhales a mighty sigh and steps further into the room, setting down the drink he’s brought kazuha from work on the coffee table before him.

     “ fine, ”  he agrees, tone missing some of the bite it had held just moments ago. leaning forward, kuni then takes it upon himself to FULLY interrupt the other man’s work with a couple fingers beneath his chin, tipping his head back so he can steal the soft ‘welcome home’ kiss he’s owed. once he begins to pull away though, hand dropping and eyes opening to meet kazuha’s gentle, vermillion gaze, his voice lowers as he speaks mere inches from the other’s lips;

     “ but the lyrics of this song better be your last will and testament because i WILL be spending this next hour plotting out your very careful and detailed murder. ”  a smile far too pleasant to pair with words that sound so genuinely serious, and kuni presses another quick peck to kazuha’s lips before he turns to leave the room.  “ i wonder if it’s too late to file for life insurance... ”

[threebetrayals]

@palmatums​ sent:  gentle hands, one wrapped and one in his usual bracer, tug lightly at the white garb adorning the other's features, carefully straightening the collar with dexterous fingers before smoothing out invisible wrinkles along the garment. digits linger near the pristine glow of his anemo vision - but kazuha does not touch it. rather, he peers up at him through thick lashes, and moves two digits around the item - reverent, but undisturbing. it is something that belongs exclusively to kunikuzushi, after all. 

 the smile that splits his face his warm, vermillion eyes soft in the dappled morning light. he leans forward, beneath that large hat, and places a fleeting, anemo-infused kiss upon his lips.

                 " it looks good on you...                                                   wanderer. "

  head tilted downward at just the slightest of angles, indigo eyes follow the movements of kazuha’s fingers as they adjust and fix his outer layers. admittedly, there’s a quiet tightening in his chest when those same fingers venture CLOSE to the vision he wears so proudly over his chest and, were it anyone else, he’s certain he’d SLAP the hand away. the item means too much to him to allow it to even come close to being grazed by hands not his own. kazuha though... kazuha, who has somehow found it in himself to forgive him — to some extent, at least — for all his horrendous actions... who has returned to touching him in that same gentle, caring way in spite of EVERYTHING...

                        kazuha, he trusts. it’s TRULY the least he can do.

the ronin leans in closer, drawing the wanderer’s gaze upward once more, though his eyes close just before their lips meet. there’s something more exhilarating to the touch of anemo mixed into the kiss now than there used to be, something that feels... strangely comfortable. RIGHT. 

one hand raises to tilt back the wide brim of his hat, the other to brush fingers faintly, almost hesitantly, over one of kazuha’s own. he’s still... readjusting to such shows of affection, though it IS coming back to him with more ease than he’d have expected. in the next moment, his hand closes over kazuha’s, still so close to his chest, as their lips part and he finds himself staring once again into those deep, kind vermillion eyes.

     “ doesn’t it? ”  a proud response, but one which carries less vanity and boastfulness than it might in the face of anyone ELSE. before kazuha, there’s a genuineness to his tone, something almost... soft, as his gaze lowers to where the vision sits so openly over the place his heart should be.  “ i wasn’t certain it would, at first. but now... it feels almost natural. ”

[eonsadrft]

╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS || Accepting

@palmatums​ said:

❝ you wouldn't want that to happen, would you ? ❞

   ❝ ... ❞

Wow, Kazuha had managed to shut that insufferable puppet up for once. But maybe it was not because of his words, but because of his appearance. He was right, he was incapable of raising his catalyst and attacking him for no reason. No... he could not harm him.

   ❝ Tsk. Right. I won’t do anything reckless. For now. ❞