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   he laid next to his fiancé ,  the pair lying in bed while the morning sun seeped through the curtains .  dazai ,  who was already awake ,  silently admires how the sun made kanae’s pale skin glow with life ,  revealing freckles that are usually unseen .  he cups his lover’s face ,  pulling him close to press a soft ,  loving kiss on his lips .

   “ good morning ,  little prince ~ “

@rqsebled

[nameiessking-blog]

:𝕄𝕪 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥:

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There was no violent reaction thankfully; Kaneki simply looked bewildered by this. He was almost positive he left the shirt in his own room but... maybe he was mistaken?

A light hint of pink flushes on his face, clearly embarrassed by this, he’d never have someone wear his clothes before. Especially since he knew ghouls had a strong scent... was Kanae okay with smelling like him all day?

“ U-Uh-- ...That’s okay I guess ...I mean... not that you’d care if I said it wasn’t, but um... Can I ask ...why? “

|| @rqsebled

[pcrtntvm]

/ @rqsebled from x.

   he can’t get upset over the response, mainly because it’s true. it was hard to tell what akutagawa was feeling, by having a blank face and a monotone voice twenty-four seven. the plea he makes to his subordinate is deemed useless, as he takes a deep breath and looks away.

   ❝ ...i understand. please disregard my previous statement, then. ❞

[suicidebled-blog]

@rqsebled

   he watches silently ,  waiting for his partner to notice him .  he’s looming over his shoulder ,  watching as kanae made a drink for himself .  though dazai’s soft snickering has probably made his presence known already .

[abyssent]

♥ - Dionysus ~ ( rqsebled )

✧ ; || drunk on love

Alcohol flowed freely with the help of a wallet that never ran dry, so Chuuya thought little of the second glass of wine that appeared in front of him immediately after he’d finished his first of the evening. He was already feeling a little tipsy, but not so much so that he couldn’t remain fairly civil; just enough that he didn’t particularly care where this next glass had come from without him ever asking for it. 

The bartender probably knew his habits by now; that must have been it.

With a nod of thanks to the bartender, he lifted the glass to his lips and drank, chugging it down faster than originally intended. He tended to chug his wine at times when he sincerely desired to get drunk in a hurry, but this wasn’t one of those times. He had a free evening off, and he’d planned to enjoy it—build up an alcohol buzz in the company of a few of the bar’s regulars and a handful of other strangers, then call his driver and head home for a relaxing evening in. 

But what was done was done, and his second glass emptied. He couldn’t put his finger on any particular reason, but the wine tasted of a much higher quality than the one he’d downed a few minutes ago. It was likely a better vintage, if he had to guess, but something about it was almost too well-made; too perfect. The taste of it lingered pleasantly on his tongue, the burn of the alcohol still in the back of his throat when he looked to see the stranger who had appeared next to him. The moment their eyes locked, blue meeting blue, his mouth went as dry as if he hadn’t drank a drop in months.

The man was gorgeous, with dark skin and piercing blue eyes, not to mention a full head of wavy, artfully messy hair that so closely reminded him of his favorite color. They hadn’t ever met, had they? He was drawn in by a feeling he couldn’t shake off, a longing so powerful that he almost dared to call it love—but they didn’t even know each other yet! It would be one thing if the man was someone he knew and the alcohol buzz just happened to make seeking out a connection seem a little more tempting, but he’d never seen this guy before at all.

And yet…

The ache in his chest was infuriating in its persistence, and he hated that there was a very real temptation to kiss the lips on the same face as those brilliant blue eyes. He bit his lip and quickly turned his head away, trying to rationalize it all and coming up short. What the fuck was going on?!

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Hm?~

[killmoral]

A late Valentines is better than nothing - on Ango's desk has been left a red rose and some chocolates that are coffee and cream flavored. Upon closer inspection the rose is actually preserved in a lacquer coat and is decorated with real gold trim. The chocolates -- well, they're expensive, nonetheless, but it isn't like the gift-giver is being secretive about who's sent them. - Chuuya

Eyes scan over the gifts in front of him; his fingers running over the rose. His cheek tinted red, he never had someone go this far for him. Not that Ango was one to care for such acts but still the act was sweet, it was something that Ango could possibly get used to. Finger ghost his lips- maybe Ango could take Chuuya out for dinner? Lying and saying it was work related could get him to spend more time with the one he loved. With that he pulled out his phone to text Chuuya to see if he was free tonight; Valentines Day was to spend it with the ones you loved right? Ango always let work control his day to day life, but for tonight? He could let go just this once. // @rqsebled

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   “ ah !  your roses are just si belle ! “  she gasps ,  walking behind the gardener himself .  she gawks at the seemingly thousands of roses around her ,  enjoying the floral scent it gives off .  she can’t help but smile ,  the last time she had seen such beautiful flowers were when she was last with her father .

   “ how long does it take you to care for them ,  kanae ? “

@rqsebled / bc i love kana and i love u