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･✧ ｡･ – @saffroni

                        the  love  that  he  cherished  was  that  of  nature  and  its  preserved  life  -----  but  above  all,  sumi  was  placed  higher  on  that  pedestal  and  loved  to  the  DEPTHS  of  his  very  core.     he  lived  &  breathed  her  life,  and  thus  waited  (  as  patiently  as  he  could  )  until  hands  could  r o a m  across  supple  hourglass  of  milky  flesh  that  tainted  his  mind  constantly.     a  victim  of  the  plague,  he  was  destined  to  be  great  but  fated  to  be  ruined  by  someone  whom  was  innocent  enough  for  him  to  take  advantage  of  AND  STILL  be  loved  afterwards.     if  he  believed  in  the  heavens  like  a  child  him  once  did,  then  surely  this  was  them  rewarding  him.       fingers  slid  across  the  wood  paneling  of  the  frame  of  the  greenhouse  door,  of  which  laid  open  enough  for  him  to  slip  through  and  LATCH  IT  behind.      ❛         sumi  ---  baby.         ❜     like  sin  did  her  name  roll  off  his  tongue,  he  called  out  to  her  among  the  greenery  &  subtle  light  poking  through  the  clear  roof.     fingers  undid  the  first  three  buttons,  heat  already  beginning  to  prick  with  anticipation  as  he  continued  his  leisure  stroll  through  his  personal  garden  of  eden.      ❛         breathtaking.         ❜     she  was  there  as  the  flower  nestled  the  plants,  proving  to  be  a  beauty  that  he  wished  no  other  could  set  sights  on  ----  his  reasoning  for  keeping  her  here  amid  where  he  could  have  an  eye  on  the  workers.

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' just because i'm bending over it is not an invitation to look at my ass. '

         ❛         no  but  it  would  be  a  shame  if  i  passed  up  the  opportunity.         ❜     the  act  was  shameless  (  perhaps  )  but  caring  required  him  to  wish  to  look  away  and  that  he  wasn’t  capable  of  doing.     the  curves  of  her  shape,  legs  of  cream  and  a  peach  to  bite  into  -----  drowning  in  her  was  a  wise  choice,  he’d  happily  surrender  life  if  bathing  in  her  essence  was  the  LAST thing  he  felt.     ❛     if  you  don’t  like  me  looking,  then  i’ll  touch  instead.         ❜     the  stride  across  the  short  distance  disappeared,  the  separation  of  two  bodies  seemingly  molding  into  one  when  he’s  to  be  seen  sliding  palms  up  every  delicious  curvature.     digits  taking  their  time  to  feel  every  minor  detail  he  SWORE  he’s  mesmerized  in  his  sleep   ;   she  was  sanity  that  brought  him  to  shore  and  the  drug  that  pushed  him  back  out  onto  stormy  seas,  he  couldn’t  quit  her  if  he  wanted.     arms  nestle  around  her  waist,  pulling  her  back  up  into  a  standing  position  so  that  he  can  easily  rest  chin  on  her  shoulder.     ❛         better,  isn’t  it ?         ❜     breath  fanned  over  neck,  words  of  whisper  bit  through  as  lips  all  but  tenderly  kissed  upon  the  flesh.

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@saffroni 

                          a smile is  painted  on the young girl’s features,  eyes  sparkling  in the direction of the other.  it’s  strange,   for a person of such  DESTRUCTION  to be so bright both inside and out.  she resembles the sun in everything good and cheerful,  but just as is the star  glittering  in the daylight,  up close she is nothing more than a being of pure  danger.   gloved hands reach out,  cautious but bold,  to connect with sumi’s arm and pull her close.  it’s a  friendly  gesture,  one that meimei has found suits her well.  being kind and well to the world has given her nothing but emotional scars and taken the people in her life away.  and yet,  she finds  coldness  to be absolutely impossible for her to display.  she holds onto the girl’s arm for some time,  watching the flower petals fall off trees individually,  like snowflakes in the spring time.  how long has it been since she was able to walk along a sidewalk and watch nature do it’s work ?  all it had been from five to sixteen was dark rooms,  white walls,   lonely  days,  and even  lonelier  nights.   ❛  isn’t it pretty ?  i missed this.  ❜

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                     IT’S  ONLY  BEEN  a  few  days  since  he  last  saw  her,  but  to  him  it  feels  as  though  centuries  have  passed  him  by,  a  minute  without  warm  sunshine  pecking  his  cheek  and  golden  waves  brushing  at  skin  was  a  minute  too  l o n g  for  his  craving  soul.    a  person  of  habit  was  he,  and  she  the  addiction  that  he  kept  crawling  back  to  in  waking  reality  or  dreams  that  made  him  sweat.    her  innocence  was  his  torture  and  the  peaks  of  her  curves  a  friendly  reminder  that  he  shouldn’t  push  things  upon  her  with  the  little  knowledge  she  provided  on  that  matter.                    as  a  routine  that  he  can’t  break  (  or  one  he  had  no  desire  to  ),  he  stood  at  the  entrance  of  the  mansion  that  housed  she,  a  large  wooden  door  that  had  once  opened  for  his  arrival  and  left  in  that  stasis,  and  he  made  to  stand  on  the  mat  of  the  welcome  sign  (  apparently  not  allowed  to  go  in ?  )  after  a  request  to  see  his  princess  ----  his  baby  girl  ----  and  steal  her  away  for  the  day.    F O R E V E R,  he’d  become  her  captor  and  she  the  willing  captive,  he’d  hide  her  from  anyone  that  searched  for  her  and  anyone  that  dared  pry  she  from  his  arms   ;   she  was  his,  no  claim  would  overrule  that.     ❛  sumi !?  ❜    voice  in  a  roar,  the  boisterous  tone  deafening  to  his  ears,  but  he  cared  little  if  that  meant  it  would  make  her  hurry  right  into  his  embrace  without  wasting  a  second  more.