#sailor-cosmos

[izousaito]

“ death cannot stop true love. ”

        “It can only delay it a little...” Zoisite sighed, but that came with a smile. He had seen that in action before. 

       “I guess if it’s true love, then we will see each other again the next time. If not... Then I suppose good memories are better than nothing.” He coughed, and crimson marred the white of his glove. “Funny, though... isn’t it said that, when you die, the last person you see is someone you love? And... here we are...”

[rubeusofbmc]

The Chick in White

@sailor-cosmos Continued from here

The death pissed him off, especially since it didn’t have to happen. Esmeralde abandoned him just so she could have her position closer to Prince Demando. What disgusting things women do just to get to men who were never even interested in them.

“Another chance…” he ran his fingers through his hair, that was apparently the case but why? “I was a General in Nemesis, the Prince’s highest officer. Only child to Amethyst and  Zircon…there are hazy bits but…I dunno,” his hand landed on the back of his neck as he answered her. “I feel like I’m in some kinda loop or somethin…it doesn’t feel right.”

[izousaito]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

        It is hard, in such an ornate language where the smallest of differences alters meaning so greatly, to express himself with one single action.

       So Zoisite leans forward and presses his lips to her forehead, and here they linger as he thinks how best to continue to convey his feelings. The bridge of her nose... her cheeks... Has she blushed? It is not meant to invoke such, but if it happens, can he really stop it?

       Regardless, he moves from her face and to the back of her hand. This is far more traditional, especially considering her status compared to him. She is, as best he can compare, a Goddess. He is an augmented mortal... and her friend.

       “...Did I get too carried away?”

[izousaito]

💐

💐 give a gift

        He had no idea exactly how little he knew about the woman until trying to come up with a gift. What did she even like? Flowers? Chocolates? Promises he didn’t intend to keep?

       In the end, he chose the first. Who didn’t like flowers? There were white roses in the garden. Surely no one would miss a few? With the small bouquet in hand, tied with a piece of pink ribbon, Zoisite knocked on the silver-haired woman’s door.

       “I… I thought perhaps…” Damn, he could never talk to women properly! So, instead, he extended the flowers. “For you.”

[izousaito]

♙

♙ : Sharing a bed

        He didn’t care. He was too exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally. All he wanted was rest. And so, fully clothed, he crawled into the white-sheeted bed. 

        She had offered. He was unable to refuse.

        There was an additional weight not long after. In his barely-awake state, Zoisite curled closer to it. Heat. Weight. Comfort. The vessel of all was small and lithe, but that was fine by him.

        So Zoisite shifted and buried his face into her shoulder - so much narrower than he was used to - before darkness and a dreamless sleep overtook him.

[izousaito]

‘  don’t be a stranger.  ’

        “No stranger than I already am,” he replied with a grin. Admittedly, he had been a bit distant from his friend because of the demands of the Kingdom. Seeing her, though, was refreshing. One did not truly understand how much the company was missed until it was once again gained.

        “But know the statement extends to you as well; you are welcome to the Kingdom whenever you choose. And we all will be happy to see you again.”

[suxedomask]

“i know a place that sells hot chocolate with heart-shaped froth.”

"Oh, Hikari, that sounds perfect! Usagi will love that," he exclaimed excitedly, almost mirroring his girlfriend's enthusiasm. As he dug around in his pockets for his phone to collect the address from her, a sudden though struck Mamoru like a bolt of lightning. He looked down at Hikari, unable to keep the guilt out of his gaze.

"...Should I put in a hint to Saito for you?"

[suxedomask]

‘ you stayed up past your bedtime again, didn’t you? ’

He had been caught red-handed, and by Hikari of all people. To his shame, Mamoru had mistaken the light-haired woman for his fiancee, and once he had realized his sleepy smile quickly disappeared.

He had only planned to close his eyes for a second, but his party guest had found him leaning against the kitchen wall, five minutes of good sleep away from snoring. Running a hand over his dress shirt and tugging his blazer into place, he cleared his throat and pulled his lips into a tight, polite smile.

"I didn't expect my shitennou to be such party animals. Thank you for being so patient with them. Not that I'm complaining," he quickly added, holding his hands out defensively.

"I'm just happy to have them in my home. I'm sorry, I'm babbling about myself. Are you enjoying the party?"