#quatervoix

[muriokusho]

@quatervoix​ asked:  "Hungry?" Offers him chocolate....only to plop it into her mouth.

Every day he must endure the endlessly bullying of others, this being no exception.

[xyumeni]

@quatervoix​ said:  ⭐️

Send “ ⭐️ ” for my muse to talk about your muse // accepting

“Nozomi’s really nice.” She begins, a thoughtful look adorns her face. “But I’m still a little salty about her temporarily banning Gojo-san from the shop. Though I understand her reasons for it.” 

“But that’s besides the point. Nozomi has shown nothing but kindness to me and I want to repay her for that. Not sure how, but I will. She’s a good friend, so I want to show her how much I appreciate her. If that makes sense...”

[rabbitprose]

@quatervoix​   /    cont.

                            and  oh,  he  was  so  kind  ––––  listening to  every  morsel of  sorrows  she  had  to  offer,  he  would  give  all  he  could,  if  it  meant  he’d  win  over  her  adoration  in  the  end.  sweetly,  he  places  a  hand  over  her  own  ––  brushing a  thumb  idly  over  her  skin.  

“––––the  gods  do  not  punish  you,”  he  whispers, “–––instead,  they  test  your  endurance.”

he  notices the  callouses  on  her  hands, but  he  does  not  make  the  connection.

“–––such  rough  hands...”

“...do  you  do  a  lot  of  weeding?”

[greatersgood]

* @quatervoix​​​​ liked for a starter !

“ i used to go to the florist a lot back home, when i’d go visit my grandpa. “ intonation coated with solemnity, referring back to a time before his world was plummeted into something once unfathomable; mocha oculars danced across the array of blossoms, deciding it was best not to dwell – instead, he noted the way that some were so luminescent that they had the capacity to illuminate even the dullest of interiors, before finally drawing his attention back to nozomi. “ may i ask why you decided to become a florist? “ genuine curiosity in his wake prior to a fleeting panic, hands lifting in a frantic wave as he tried to verbalise his thoughts. “ i mean, it’s really cool that you did! . . . it just seems a bit far out from jujutsu sorcerer, is all.“

[sosanuime]

A Game of Mutation ( always accepting ! )

@quatervoix​ said:

🦌

      “ oooh? here for more of my wonderful company? ”

      Mahito sneered, his grin wide as he circled the woman then drew closer. A hand was already uncurled from a fist a he then drew closer to her. He stood behind her, and he so did hope she did not move to look over towards him. Who knew what would happen if he accidentally lost focus and slipped with touching a soul. Who knew...Someone could die! Wouldn’t that be oh so tragic?

      “ don’t moove.... ”

      He whispered, his voice a murmur that held only malicious hints. So perfect for him to just kill her or make her completely his, like any of the humans he happened to experiment with. But something within him prevented that, so disappointing, like all situations as this... He finally touched her arms, his grip tight before slowly loosening as he ran his fingers down her forearm till they reached her hands. With the passing movement of his fingertips touching the skin, vines and greenery began to sprout from her. A false mimicry of plants while purple and blue flowers and petals bloomed across the skin of her arms and the backs of her hands. He then let go, lifting his hands up towards her skull where he lightly tapped at her forehead from the behind with two careful fingertips, before lifting them up away from her skin. From there, two moth-like antennae grew from two spots he had tapped...He then stepped away, a job, however temporary, well done.

      “ look at that~ ”

[muriokusho]

@quatervoix​ : Takes it and sets it on fire.

Produces a second piece of paper that says the same thing.

[muriokusho]

Holds out a lone, bright yellow chrysanthemum he picked from his personal garden at the Gojo estate for the flower girl who has her own flower shop. @quatervoix​

[muriokusho]

@quatervoix​ : Stareeee

Only knows what it’s like to.... spend time with a married one.