#ruaimei

[trlblzd]

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42. clumsy 37. back of the neck 32. a kiss while someone watches 29. a kiss to the back of the hand 31. a kiss to the inner thigh 22. a french kiss

      THERE  ARE  MANY  PRYING  EYES  WITHIN  THE  SPACE  STATION.     all too curious about the real depth of their relation to the renowned genius.    ruan mei has always been    REGARDED    as odd,  the sort of person that nobody wanted to cross lest they become a subject of interest.    selfishly,  trailblazer disproves of this notion,  believing that nobody else could ever amount to the   DEVOTION    that they already have for her.    they worship her like she is someone to be revered,  a goddess that could rival even the most     MORTIFYING    aeons,  someone comparable to the image that idrila has imagined to be the true pinnacle of beauty.

people simply care too much about things that they should not even    PRY    into.   they think,  all too aware of a lurking frame.    yet,  they do not pay any heed to it as they hover over her from behind.    sweeping hair over to the side,  warm lips plant on her nape.   the exhale a little shaky,    BETRAYING   any form of pride they previously wore.    haughtiness within them is always short-lived,  prideful bouts of dialogue    NEVER    truly holding and real bite to it as they exhale hotly. 

"  someone's nearby,  "    whispered to her ear,  maneuvering to fill her sense of sight instead of giving her time to    LOOK   around to survey their surroundings.    "  but you're not going to keep me from my reward,  right  ?  "     they have always been obedient,  following orders and her demands even if ridiculous at times.    fetching items,  lending their body,  allowing her to     PLAGUE    their mind    ———     it is only fair that this is the sort of honor they receive in turn for doing so much of her biddings.   

gloved hand is raised to lips,  the affection placed there being chaste.    

too    CHASTE.    as if setting a feeling of foreboding to their little voyeur before guiding their hand to the small of her back.    a mutt.     maybe people who have voiced their concerns before were right,  ruan mei has casted a     SPELL    over them.    injected some form of toxin into their veins to make sure that they never stray from her.     perhaps she has placed a veil over their eyes,  leaving them    SUSCEPTIBLE    to never knowing.    never finding out the reason why they feel the way that they   DO.

but if this were mere faux feelings,  engineered to have them fall for the sake of    SUBSERVIENCE,   why do their feelings grow worse  ?     why does this heart swell and beat  ?     why is it that they chase for that    SWEET    nectar on her lips,  the addicting taste of sugar on her tongue as they mold into one another.    pushing and grabbing,     RUINING    samples and trampling on reports that should mean the entire world to her  ?     

the answer is second to their need,  their want for what is    ENTIRELY    her.    ruan mei has strung them along,  leaving no room for escape.    and they have become willing     CAPTIVE   for her,  pushing desperately.    needily.    recklessly.     like they'll pass if they cannot have her.    if they were never meant for her then why do hands push beneath her dress ?     feeling   &    coveting the skin of thighs,  growing hazier.

from her lips,  to her jaw,  down the column of her neck,  tracing between the    VALLEY   of her chest then reaching her stomach.     pushing    LOWER    until they are kneeling between her legs,  a place of devotion.    spreading her a little more to accommodate them just to kiss and bite,  growing worse with time.    becoming    GREEDIER   with every moment with blatant disregard for anything else that isn't her.    too intoxicated.    too risky. 

"  i think    ...    i'm going crazy.  "

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[patchpyre]

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[trlblzd]

@ruaimei sent : ' please, lie down and relax . ' ruan mei motions to the examination table she had prepared, granting stelle the space necessary to get comfortable. ' you'll only feel a prick. '

THEIR RELATIONSHIP WAS THAT OF AN ODD KIND. truth to be told, it is something that they do not think they should properly disclose to any close companions unless they want experience deep concern. it is not like they have no say in the situation anyway; they possess full AUTONOMY of themselves & have chosen to continue being intertwined with her like this. in the far corners of their mind, they recognize that a part of ruan mei's self likely considers them as a mere lab rat at times. a kind of guinea pig that is made to test her experimentations and discoveries on but in some shrewd, demented way --- they LONG to be a subject of her interest forever. even if they were to be dissected from their skin to their very core, they want to be the very object that intrigues her to no end.

maybe they are insane for thinking that way. maybe they are even more DERANGED to follow suit with what she asks. the coolness of the examination table is felt along their skin --- the faint light reminding them of how transactional this interaction may become but if it means they can stay by her side, they will continue to be her mutt. those thoughts are unbecoming of them. stelle is grateful that she does not possess the ability to read minds as their back lays flat on the table. grey tendrils rest upon the surface of where they are. the nervousness that they SHOULD be feeling is nowhere in sight as all they experience is ease. maybe it will hurt for a bit but they trust that she will not do anything that will displease them or anyone aboard the express. after all, it is not their time yet to give their body up to her.

the faint ticking of the clock reminds them of the PASSING time. the people back at the train must be thinking that they are biding their time sweetly and in a way, despite the sheer MADNESS of everything, they are. they would not have this any other way. maybe they should apologize to herta for always being so reluctant to do what she asks considering that this is far more ... insane. maybe they should STOP thinking of others knowing that she is here. " is there anything that you have been finding strange about my body ? or is this simply maintenance to check if something is off ? "

[trlblzd]

@ruaimei sent : 👫and i’ll write four headcanons i have about our muse’s relationship / teeheheh

001. ruan mei is someone who they keep constant updates with. they keep her updated with their CATS, the happenings & events that are currently going on in the current place that they are at just for the sake of keeping her updated. while much too aware that trivialities are unnecessary for it MIGHT draw attention away from work, they like letting her know about what they have been up to. an 'i miss you' text more often than not always manages to sneak in there.

002. they have started to learn how to bake for her. they keep an eye out for tastes & fragrances that they are aware that ruan mei is DRAWN to so that they can come back to her with a present. while not a five star baker of any sorts of a world-class confectioner, they like personally MAKING things for her to enjoy. they ask her about the tastes that she favours, the scents that she is drawn to and more often than not only presents it to her at their DEEPLY perfected state so that she does not experience any flaws.

003. invites her out to trailblaze with them whenever the next planet to visit is one with things that she finds interest in. they enjoy hanging out with her & indulging her fascination to UNCOVER things through means of her research and experiments so they want her to tag along in turn for their adventures. they believe that it will draw them closer together and it is an excuse to have her in their room ( which they always deep clean before she arrives ) during their interastral travels.

004. they have countless sets of flavoured lip products which they bought from many planets. her PREFERENCE towards sweets has made them recognize that she will keep kissing them for a long time if they taste sweet. they invite her over to 'test' how 'good' the products are & asks which of the flavours she likes best. they will wear it more often whenever she is around.

[trlblzd]

@ruaimei sent : 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

' I OFTEN WONDER WHEN SHE AND I WILL cross paths again along the days when we can't meet. our meetings are mostly sporadic given the time that she dedicates in her own solitude ... i can't help but long for her in those times where she is absent from my sight. i can tell that some have raised their brows in CONCERN of my bond with her but it's nothing to really fret about. ruan mei is beautiful. and for as dangerous as she can be, for as calculating as she becomes as her mind DIVULGES into a mania, i adore her. '

[trlblzd]

runs a finger across their jawline, observing the way their chest rises & falls with every breath, soon guiding her fingertips to rest against their neck & feel their pulse. all the while, she says nothing; a quiet invitation.

     EVERY  TIME  THEY  FEEL  AS  THOUGH  THEY  HAVE  THE  CHANCE  TO  PULL  AWAY,    she strings them back in with no chance of escape.    a butterfly caught in a predator's web.    yet,  they make no move to escape.     they have always been like this,  they think    ENRAPTURED    by ruan mei's beauty.    leashed like a dog to its owner,  panting    &    growing excited with even just the briefest attention.    and they are     PATHETIC,    keeling over and struggling to differentiate a reward and a prompt      ———     her touch is revitalizing.     something that reminds them that they are no more than a greedy subject,  wanting nothing but to taketaketaketake. 

hands slither along her waist,  pulling her close.    like if they never do this then she just     MIGHT    fade and this will never happen again.    despite the hidden longing,  the insistence for something heavier,  they remain chaste and     CAREFUL.    nose nudging along hers,  they squeeze  ;    searching and yearning for affection and for this devotion to be acknowledged.    they can remain by her feet and worship her,  yes,  only her.    to revere someone like an    AEON    should be a sin.     yet nothing tastes     SWEETER    than defying.     they were never one to follow rules.

"  is this your idea of a warm welcome  ?  "     nudging their face to her palm, pressing    DELICATE    kisses along the fingertips.    the stellaron reacts to her     ———     wanting to seize.    yet all they do is concede before her    GRACE.     thumb between teeth, they bite gently and laugh.     

whether if this is another experimentation to her,  it does not matter to them.    "  you must be    AWARE   of how tempting you are.  " 

[elegaria]

the city is ablaze with lanterns strung upon strings hanging from rooftops and light poles; others floated in the softly flowing river with only the gentlest breeze urging them onto their journey into the night. sona almost doesn't remember the last spirit blossom festival she'd been to, nor the last time she'd been lucky enough to see the blooming blossoms unfurl across the country. some small part of her feels terribly out of place. although she is ionian in blood, her time away made even its soil feel strange beneath her feet.

with a slight smile pulling at a corner of her mouth, sona turns to the woman not far off beside her, offering a stick of roasted dango coated into a dark, sweet syrupy sauce. " would you care for one? " she signs, tilting her head to the side. making a face, a laugh escapes her. maybe she should have asked when both her hands had been free — gestured words tend to lose their meaning when they rely on two hands.

@ruaimei / starter call.