#rosapapa

[cosmomss]

@rosapapa​​ asked ⋮ Sekai snuggles into the warmth of her, nose buried in the crook of her neck as he inhales deeply, basking in the sweetness of her scent. It feels as though he's whole once again, a puzzle piece clicking into place, and he can finally breathe. Wordlessly, he presses a kiss along the slender arch of her throat, trailing his lips down her shoulder and along her collarbone, each kiss a silent prayer of gratitude etched into her skin.

    the woman’s eyes were drawn shut, her soft, pink lips set in a firm line as she tried ( and failed ) to pretend to still be asleep. akari didn’t know why she always drew these things out; sekai knew she was awake. he knew her ⎯⎯⎯⎯ probably even better than she knew herself. did that mean she would ever stop protesting against his absolutely false claims regarding how she snored in her sleep? no. just as he would still refuse to believe that he was a complete blanket hogger at night. both things were undoubtedly true; confirmed many times over the course of their long marriage yet it never got old. she didn’t know how they hadn’t managed to drive each other insane. maybe it was because after so many years apart, after so many years of feeling alone and empty, they were finally whole once more. why? because they were finally together again.

       ❛ sekai... ’ akari whispered weakly just as her neck instinctively arched backwards, her lips parting even more to let out a soft moan as his lips explored every bit of her skin. she wanted to beg him never to stop: to never stop kissing her, to never stop loving her, and to never leave her. ❛ i love you. ’ her eyelids shot open as the words suddenly left her mouth, her eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the morning light. those words weren’t new; one of them would always greet the other with it as they woke up or whisper it into the other’s ear when they played footsie under the table during dull meetings. but this was different. her words sounded desperate as her hands frantically latched onto his face, almost as if she was scared he would disappear. but sekai was here. he was safe. they were safe. their children were sleeping safely in their beds. everything was fine...wasn't it? the galaxy was at peace. sailor chaos was gone.

               then why am i still filled with so much dread?

                                                                       why am i still so scared?

       her husband’s blue eyes look over her with concern but akari simply shook her head before he spoke. ❛ promise me... ’ she began with a whisper. softly caressing her thumb across his cheekbone as she spoke. ❛ promise me we’ll always be together and that the kids will alway be safe. promise me that everything will be okay sekai. ’ he didn’t say anything after she had finished, just closed his eyes as he took her hand in his and held it to his lips. a small smile grew along her face as she let out a breath she hadn’t even realized was being held. no words or dramatic declarations were needed between the two of them because she instantly understood. she knew him just as much as he knew her after all. placing her free hand behind his neck, akari pulled him in close as their lips locked into a deep kiss. everything would be okay. it was a promise.

     many centuries from now ⎯⎯⎯⎯ when her body was encased completely in crystal as she slowly ( and painfully ) pieced herself back together again, when the love of her life would return to the galaxy cauldron without her, and when their own children would be fighting amongst each other in a new war, akari would regret the day she made him promise her that everything would be okay.

[cosmamas]

baby u r my AAAAAAAAAAANGEL

     akari sighs lovingly, taking the glass of scotch out of sekai’s hand as he proceeds to belt out another note ( loudly and extremely off-key she might add ). tonight was the first time she had ever been to drunken karaoke and she still wasn’t sure if it was an experience she wanted to relive. however, the woman couldn’t deny how strangely…romantic it was to see him singing his heart out to her as he danced drunkly across the stage. the bar was mostly empty aside from a few stragglers looking on in confusion - something that she was very grateful for. yet once he was done, she erupted into a thunderous applause before reaching to plant a kiss on his cheek  ❛ that was wonderful as always baby. ❜

[cosmamas]

"I looked for you," he tells her in a voice far too broken, far too aged, a voice unfitting of a would-be king. He hasn't been that optimistic dreamer in a long time, hasn't been the man that loved with every fibre of his being and willingly sacrificed every shard of himself for the woman he loved. He's not angry, but he is bitter, guarded, careful not to bare his wounds for her to see despite the hope for answers that gnaws at his aching heart. "Everywhere. For a long time. We all did."

   ❛ we’ve both aged in such different ways, haven’t we…mamo-chan? ’ she doesn’t deserve to call him that. she doesn’t deserve to be at his door, let alone in his presence, but her words were still the truth nonetheless. his raven hair was now peppered with various shades of grey while wrinkle lines had began to form on his once youthful face. most of all he looked tired. drained. empty. ( did i break you? she wonders. did i break you like i broke our son? ) she had barely aged a day in comparison. her former golden tresses had turned stark white over time and in their years apart she had grown to stand nearly at eye level with him but not much else had changed since that day she had left him standing alone at the altar. ❛ you apparently didn’t look hard enough. ’ her words are cold, distant, laced with a bitter edge which only serves as a reminder that the person she once was - the girl he once loved - had long since died and that only a ghost stood in her place now. 

how many years had it been since she had fought with everything she had to save her friends, to save him? how many years had it been since she had given her life so that they could live theirs? she had given so much….yet no one had come back for her. no one had been there to save her from the galaxy cauldron. no one had heard her screams of agony as her limbs was slowly ripped apart or saw how her the remains of her body melted to become one with the cauldron. the cauldron had broken her, twisted her into a shell of her former self before it had spit her back out unforgivingly. what was an empty husk to do after having her mind collapse within itself from being exposed to the galaxy’s plethora of knowledge? return home and fall back into her mundane, daily routines as if everything was fine? as if she was fine? she swallowed her suffering so she could pretend to be the girl they had all wanted her to be. she laughed even though her giggles rang hollow, she ate despite each bite tasting like ash, and she had continued to lay with him all while his touch left her cold.

                              ( why did i even come here? )

❛ archisei. ’ the name slips from her lips, almost as if her subconscious was answering her own unspoken question. a small part of her wants to genuinely laugh at just how far she had fallen in such a short span of time. to her, the phantom thieves had been nothing but silly children attempting to play at games beyond their understanding yet it had been she that had lost in the end. all her years of carefully laid planning had fallen apart in a matter of months and now she stood in front of her ex-fiancé’s door, confessing her sins as if she was some mere child that had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. ❛ your son’s name was archisei. ’ she purposely refrains from saying the words our son as it was a privilege she had lost long ago. ❛ archisei was smart. ’ at least far smarter than me, the mother thinks with a small touch of pride. ❛ he was always reading and if he wasn’t then he was asking me questions i couldn’t possibly have an answer to. he…’ her voice trails off as she stops herself from saying the words she truly wished to say.

                                                                         ( he always reminded me of you. )

the phantom thieves may have changed her heart but what good was such an act when her child, her only child, was not only dead but had died trying to fulfill her own selfish desires. ❛ he deserved better than me. ’ she whispered softly, her grey eyes lifeless along with each word spoken. she hadn’t mourned him when he had died in her arms so she didn’t deserve to now. besides, the woman couldn’t remember the last time she had truly felt anything since she had dove headfirst into the sea of melting stars that made up the cauldron. it had permanently taken something from her: her soul, her conscious, her ability to feel. she didn’t, nor would she ever, truly know what since finding the answer wouldn’t change the present: she would die alone and peace would not be found for her even in death. the woman was certain that wherever she was going, she would never see her son again to apologize for all that she had put him through.

                                                                         ❛ he deserved you. ’

[cosmama]

With fingers trembling from an emotion he cannot name (joy? trepidation? excitement?) and eyes filled with warmth unparalleled, Sekai lifts the makeshift veil from Akari's face. (the "veil" is but the sheet of their bed, used in a moment of haste in one of his more clumsy but romantic whims) Cupping her cheeks between his palms, he leans in to press his lips against her forehead, her nose, the corners of her lips, speaking all the while: "I swear on my very soul to love and treasure you. Even after my last breath, after I'm cold and gone, until I'm nothing but a fleck of light in the cauldron... you, Akari, will forever be my heart, my light—my one and only, my soulmate. My wife, in this life and the next." And to end his ramblings, Sekai presses his lips fully to hers in a kiss to seal his vows. / @rosapapa

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unspeakably, i have belonged to you, from the first : a lilac-colored hair ribbon connects their wedding fingers, the messy curls of her hair ( decorated with pillow feathers stuck in her hair ) now fallen loose across her scarred shoulders. it was the only thing akari had on hand that felt appropriate enough for this moment - a simple but treasured gift from sekai she had lovingly but secretly held onto ever since. despite their relationship being the absolute worst kept secret of all time, akari still stubbornly refused to relent on the promise made once they had crossed the line into being far more than just reluctant associates: ' no one can know. '

when akari had blurted out her proposal, somehow allowing herself to forget her own overthinking and insecurities in order to do something so bold, she wasn't exactly prepared for his response though... ' alright bun-head... let's do it! ' before she can react, he's already moving with a clear purpose. quickly shoving the covers off of them and is organizing the bed into a makeshift wedding altar while akari lays there dumbfounded:

' b-but sekki... we will have to tell everyone first and then- '

sekai looks up from his work, cutting her off with an expression that practically screams: honey, literally everyone already knows. ' c'mon on already. hurry up and help, you lazy bum. ' he jokingly complains. that earns him an offended gasp followed by a playfully angry ' hey! ' and a thrown pillow before the two are jumping together on the bed, laughing in gleeful bliss as they attacked each other with the stuffed pillows that decorated the bed.

that was twenty minutes ago, and the room was now littered dozens of feathers and lighted candles - with a few petals from his private garden sprinkled across the linen sheets. the sun is the only witness to this intimate ceremony, its morning rays peeking through the shaded windows and scattering across the skin of the kneeling couple. sekai and akari's hands were lovingly joined together in union - with sekai wearing a makeshift tie around his neck ( made out of pillowcases she had braided together in a rush ) while he had gently thrown one of their sheets over her head as a wedding veil.

when the moment comes to lift the veil, akari releases a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding. her grip on his hands tightens, relying on his support and love to keep her from crying too much while he begins to speak his wedding vows before her. it's unfortunately not much use though - akari's eyes are a dam ready to burst throughout every word, her loud sniffling filling the room whilst her beloved holds her face in his trembling hands and kisses her with such tender affection and care.

with her own hands shaking in nervous excitement too, akari follows his vows by raising their clasped hands to her lips before brushing her lips across his knuckles like a brand. ❛ sekai... know that you have my heart in your hands. know that i will love, cherish and protect you until the day my star finally burns out. ’ akari's eyes slowly flutter open and look upon him with nothing but tearful adoration. ❛ before i met you, i thought i was fated to be alone - to drown in my loneliness. i thought i did not deserve to find happiness...but you have shown me how wrong i was. if i am your light, know that i only shine because of you - because you have always been my strength. no matter how many lifetimes we share, i will always be yours forevermore. ’

their lips are meeting even before the last syllable is fully out - their words, their promise to one another, sealed in this brief but unforgettable moment. akari savors the taste of him - but she is fully aware that this was only an appetizer. when their lips part for air, the newly wedded wife reaches up to caress her husband's beautiful face, beaming up at him with joy before she does something rather unlike herself: shoving him back onto the bed. mischievous giggling rings in the air, nearly reminiscent of the light chiming of bells - her silly action causing their 'rings' - the loosely tied ribbon joining their hands together - to unravel from their fingers and fall in between them. both barely even register it.

due to akari's sudden new adrenaline, sekai's given no chance to react before she's on top of him and her thighs are straddling his hips while her hands quickly busy themselves by pulling against his 'tie'. ❛ if everyone knows about us then... ’ akari softly purrs in a sing-song voice, enjoying the way the tie tightens around sekai's neck. she also very much enjoys how even when his head subtly digs further into the pillow, his blue eyes never leave hers. ❛ cancel every single one of your meetings for today. ’

akari can't help the way her cheeks turn a bit pink at the suggestive smirk sekai gazes up at her with. his answer to her demands? a positive affirmation in the form of an aroused groan once she learns forward across his chest; his hands immediately gripping her hips in response and her breath is hot along his neck when she speaks again. ❛ tell them that mrs. mochizuki wants to spend time with her new husband... ’

[eredeha-a]

[spider man meme points]

@rosapapa ➜ i'm helping

it’s like i’m looking in a mirror

[adonaces]

@rosapapa​: endymion vc: cherish ur woman u fool

                             aggro on sight, got it.

[redlineoffate-moved]

@rosapapa​ 

"Mamoru! Are you out of school? Can we go for a walk together?"

[deadxscream]

misc angst starters

@rosapapa​​ beckons, “you don’t have to go through this by yourself.”

Her fingers curl into her palm, a bubble of anger rising in her throat before being quelled with a deep breath. Didn’t have to go through this by herself? Ha! All she had known for so long was doing things by herself. Ever since she had been assigned her post, with only the whispers of the dead to keep her company as she watched over the space-time continuum. That was her duty, after all. The word she so often spoke, even after it started to leave a bitter taste on her tongue. 

And yet ... she had twisted what her duty was, because why should anyone but her decide her fate? If she was going to be trapped in this cycle, by her power, by her purpose for all of eternity ... well, she could decide what her rules were. 

“I know.” Her voice is low, barely above a whisper. Setsuna knew what he was trying to say. You’ve been alone all this time, you don’t have to be anymore. But no matter how many times (in so many different ways) that others tried to tell her, she knew that it wasn’t always true. She wasn’t alone, for now. The universe continues to move and change, the cosmos ever-expanding, and time would pass, as all things did. 

Eventually, she would find herself right where she started.

 “ . . . But for everyone’s sake, it is best if I do, Mamoru.”