#sequendi

[thirdhound]

Does this mean I'm Yayoi-Z?

put me out of my misery

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“No matter who wins or loses, trouble always comes around.” [/Lays down questioning life decisions/]

SENTENCE MEME

                                   Yet another one of life's lessons they so clearly had to learn.

   A soft hum fell past rosy lips as she eyed the enforcer with the utmost of curiosities. It was the first time they'd spoke since she'd finally accepted what had happened just days prior with the rather large mess involving crazy ex girlfriends and the like. But blonde tresses were thrown (albeit, a little too dramatically) over her shoulder before locking their gaze, taking a deep exhale on the end of her cigarette before stubbing it out in the little, overfilled tray.

   "Hn. I suppose you're right." Her frame pressed into the back of her chair before crossing one leg over her knee, allowing a smile to grace her lips as fingers coiled beneath her chin "But, you can learn from it, or you can run from it.” another idle pause “And really, what position are we in to run?" a soft laugh fell despite the genuine tone lacing her words, all the while ignoring the fact Shion was in heels of all things and they would be locked in this god forsaken place for the rest of eternity, of course. 

   The analyst stood to take a proper smoke break though not before pausing beside the semi-shaken woman to place a hand over her shoulder "I'm a great teacher~" her smile shifted to more of a smirk as nails ever so lightly grazed the others neck, sashaying out of the lab once her point had quite obviously been made.

                    your move, Kunizuka

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"Do you love me?"

          “Do you not believe me by now, Kunizuka?!”It had become more than evident around the bureau that Shion was not one to engage in a verbal argument unless you were ready to be chewed out. She was lethal, she was relentless, and on the rare occasion a fight would arise between she and the hound it was utterly brutal. Sometimes tensions would run high, one of them holding more snark than the other seemed mentally equipped to handle if only to cause a dangerous snap before words began to fly. Shion would throw, Yayoi would deflect, a familiar pattern that would continue until the realisation would settle and make itself known but as blonde tresses would whip swiftly over her shoulder would a dangerous glare follow suit, an evident sign her lover better have a damn good reason for such a stupid question.

          It always hurt when the hound tossed a curve ball like that, her gaze as harsh and as stern as the analysts own as her rigid frame stood a good few feet away on the opposite side of her bed. She was a subtle fighter, never lashing out in the same way the blonde managed yet here they stood, neither seeming as though they would back down until Shion released a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose before crossing the room. She spoke as stern as ever, almost akin to scolding a young child but as she turned to leave once again and felt the lightest tug over her hand, she couldn’t help but stop in her tracks. An unintelligible mutter met the blondes ears before her entire frame turned, brows still furrowed as though trying to prove a point

          She didn’t have the energy to fight with her lover most nights when it came down to it, instead simply running a hand through her silky tresses before slipping into bed, unable to help the slight eye roll that would follow the slight hint of a smile at the other instantly coiling up against her. “.. you know I love you, Yayoi. Do not question that.”

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"I said that I’m in love with you."

          Just moments prior they had been lost in one another in the most heated of ways; spines arching dangerously and fingers wound in hair with teeth meeting skin in a primitive sort of way. It had become a habit with the two, slipping away from work, into each other’s rooms late at night, anything to get that fix that had initially started from a rather unfortunate event that the blonde had been so sure would have ruined her now constant companion. And yet, here they were, and she was revelling in it.

          The statement however had caught her off guard were she honest, laying in complete and utter darkness with their bare frames pressed softly together as the familiar sensation of Yayois hair rested just beneath her chin. She would idly draw patterns with those manicured nails, yet pausing near instantly as those words so swiftly met her ears like a blatant punch to the chest. It was almost enough to worry over a clouded hue with the briefest sensation of worry that would seep into her bones, a feeling she had been so sure would never return.

          Her heart was fluttering, her mind reeling, she’d never wanted this, never planned to find someone to settle down with and end her games within games yet this girl—this girl was contently coiled into her so perfectly and although it was the most terrifying thought to hear it back, to actually admit to herself this was more than sex and marks—she couldn’t find it within herself to pull away. There was emotions, there was care, and whether or not she wanted to pretend it didn’t exist, there was definitely love. The silence had gone on for too long and for the briefest of moment she felt the other tentatively begin to recoil from her safe hold, a familiar sensation she found herself never wanting to experience In this manner again.

          Shion Karanomori had told herself she wasn’t going to bother falling in love. Told herself it was above and beyond a latent criminal and simple flings would suffice, and yet, as she opened her mouth, those smudged, rosy lips inhaling as her lungs seemed to burn she found herself returning the sentiment. Nails that were previously over the others hip were now hesitantly cupping her cheek, scanning those crystal hues as best she could for some sign this was genuine, that it was real, and that was when she realised she knew this woman. She knew her quirks and her strange habits upon waking in the morning. She knew how she took her coffee and that she wouldn’t eat anything but udon unless forced. She knew the way she would stir in her sleep, how and where to touch her just right—and Sibyl above if that wasn’t what love was supposed to be she had no other reasoning for it.

          So for the first time in her life she leant down to place the gentlest of kisses over the others hesitant visage, her expression quirking into a gentle smile as their noses would brush in a brief means of affection and she threw that unseen caution to the wind“and I’m telling you-- I love you too”

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"Kiss me."

          There was something in that tone that simply brought the blonde to her knees. Shion Karanomori was beautiful, a fact she wasn’t shy to admit to anyone or at least make it known by the aura that constantly surrounded her. She was proud, confident, cocky even to some slight degree. She took pride in her appearance, never a hair out of place regardless of whether or not she felt like shutting down from time to time. She was proud of her general demeanour and wouldn’t work to change it any time soon yet as soon as that dark haired hound with her enigmatic personality entered the room she found herself a little floored.

          That woman was really something, what in particular however the analyst couldn’t put her finger on. Perhaps it was the way she was always so silent to all who approached yet conveyed everything with but a single glance. The way she took no shit from anyone, the way she could press those lips up against the blondes throat with teeth and hands wandering a little too far for the fact they were in the lab (though, that never stopped them before.)

          She was used to the way her lover was generally cold, that she found difficulty in voicing when something was wrong or her thoughts would stray a little too far into her mind. They’d established a rhythm, a tempo that worked for both with one pushing as the other pulled and yet still—still whenever she muttered softly against the side of the elder womans neck would that familiar sensation trail quickly along her spine and settle in the base as familiar shockwaves rippled through her frame. Slowly would she turn and softly would nails rake up and over those smooth locks if only to tug them from the tiny elastic, offering a look of pure adoration as lips would lay their claim with the faintest of red. Her throat, her neck, her jaw—all a taste of what was to come as she finally pressed over lips as that initial fervour was returned.

          A hum of approval would slip from the blondes lips as she backed into the counter of their little makeshift home, fingers simply winding tighter into tresses as a familiar pressure would settle over her hips if only to draw a soft coo into the air around them as she knew where they were headed after she broke from their heavy makeout

                    “for you, Yayoi-kun, anything~”

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Five times kissed.

i.the first time lips met it was filled with a sense of unyielding urgency and wandering hands, a need for reassurance underlying each and every shift as a feeble attempt of stripping down to the bone seeped into their cores. The surrounding laboratory did nothing to quell the rising enthusiasm between heated bodies and as teeth met flesh it was more than evident they were certainly fuelling a fire that had lay long since dormant. One kissing to push further, the other kissing to pull back, meeting on middle ground before the rest merely became the beginning of history.

ii. the second was far less aggressive more as it was a gentle brush against pale skin with ruby lips. Random bouts of unconsciousness weren’t uncommon when it came to her new companion as she coiled up on the couch behind her and after noting the temperature, figured her lab coat was a necessity. It was strange to find oneself lusting after the company of wolves for she was hardly akin to prey, yet only as a deep, red mark was left upon the others bare throat was any sign of her existence left behind and her first claim to ownership put into motion. She never liked sharing anyway.

iii.the third. she’s frantic. It’s painful. Finding it almost impossible to bring her back when she slowly starts to drown what with hands meeting loose dark hair and tugging idly in the painfully late hours of nightfall. Shes shaking. Crying? The analyst avoided the question but as toned arms would snake up around her neck it was made obvious enough because trembling octaves were a rarity from her throat. She would whisper, plead for another if only to calm her erratic heart as it threatened to shatter, to burst from her chest from the mere intensity of every contraction. The analyst obliges. Lips void of rose but filled to the brim with a passionate force her other always seemed to love. That tiny little whine that would follow suit was hint of that.

iv.fourth. she’s smiling. It’s one of those rare ones that wraps the blonde in a familiar warmth, not quite a gentle embrace yet the closest thing she can get to the real thing for the time being. A white dress. And she can tell just by the way icy hues would stare that she couldn’t possibly tear her eyes away for even a second. Though a tux wasn’t surprising, what else would she have worn? Even if the analyst would question such a thing just for a brief moment— but white— a compromise she could accept. And as fingers interlock and that familiar sensation of metal over warm skin is met alongside the brush of those lips, she knows she’s home. and she knows this one's forever.

v.fifth. She’s off in her own little world again, chestnut hues focused on the blur of pixels and words about yet another unknown stranger whose life was so effortlessly stripped from beneath him. All part of the job. Nothing new. Nothing strange. Yet on occasion triggering something in her head that simply trailed on a pointless tangent falling on empty thoughts and deaf ears. But it’s not hard to bring her back what with arms coiling around her chest and nuzzles into the crook of her neck with the softest of hums slipping free. It wasn’t a common occurrence for the hound to react so gently, lips pressing ever so carefully before a string of sweet nothings would follow and g o d was it adored. She was her everything. And only as the analyst turned to meet that concerned gaze to kiss her properly would she let it be known in that one, swift gesture.

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[text] I don’t know why I said that. [Their teen AU and all.]

     An excited giggle slipped past the young girls lips as she flopped back against her pillow, rather enjoying the awkward conversation with her new companion more than she would let on when they were together. The teens had slowly grown closer over time, their friendship blossoming into one she’d never expected but now? There was no way she could pass this up. Not on her life

[text]: It’s not like compliments are bad or something. [text]: If it makes you feel better I feel the smae

     A squeak followed suit over the evident mistake as chestnut hues widened, of course she would make a stupid typo!! Like she needed to look any more ridiculous than she normally did!

[text]: Same** I meant same!!

     She groaned as an arm would flop over her face, feeling her cheeks darken as she felt so dumb around the girl before the buzzing of her cell vibrated uncomfortably through her skull as she scanned the (unsurprisingly) snarky reply filled with her usual sarcasm that almost relaxed her

[text]: Shut up. Do you wanna come and get some lunch with me or not!!!

     And that was that. Asking her to get lunch wasn’t hard at all. Nope. Not hard. Even though her heart was hammering violently in her chest.

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“Promise me you’re not like her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”

     It was a tone like nothing she’d ever heard out of her lovers mouth before, and were the analyst completely honest, it unsettled her. It was so peculiar seeing the dark haired hound so uneasy compared to her usually stoic form, the way she had slipped so quickly and demandingly into her lab with icy blues held forwards which only made the analyst suspect she’d been holding these thoughts in for quite some time. Her brows were furrowed, her hair was a little out of place, and yet all she could do was stare. Stare like a deer trapped in headlights.

     It pained her to recall what the woman had gone through, that she’d opened up to having her heart ripped from her chest, her hopes, her dreams—all of it by that one individual who had essentially crushed the very essence that had made this woman so optimistic. She had seen more than what Yayoi would have been comfortable with sharing, the way her skin was littered and marked, sent around like a merry fucking Christmas, bitch! E-card that (truth be told) made her wonder how many people had actually received it.

     Perhaps it was only the blonde? That the blue haired menace had intended to harm the already tainted hound from upon her leash knowing there was no way in physicality she could escape and hunt her down. Not without repercussions. Not without pain. And truth be told, that was a thought that crossed the analysts mind far too often for comfort. Perhaps Yayoi never thought of the woman? Never thought of what she’d done and how many scars and lacerations she’d left both on and off her skin, how she’d wedged into her heart like a parasite if not to tear at her arteries and leave her gasping for air in the most unsatisfying of ways.

               “…I promise, Yayoi-kun.”

     Sibyl above Shion wished she could take it all away, wished she could simply drag her into a series of kisses and less-than silent evenings to remind that one person how much she adored her very existence, that things were different now regardless of what would continue to plague her mind. She wished she could do more, say more, anything that allowed a mere shred of whatever this was to come forward and comfort the hound she wasn’t on her own.

     Though, of course affection was more than evident in their day to day lives, waking to place a series of pecks on her nose, on her cheek, on the back of her neck when she begrudgingly made herself a coffee to start the day off. In the way she would carefully slide out of those garments and coil around smooth skin once their day had come to a close once more. But sometimes affection just wasn’t enough to fill the cracks of what she craved, what she desperately needed which right now—was reassurance.

                        “I promise, I'm nothing like her”

     So swiftly, carefully, she shuffled from her bewildered spot on the couch in her laboratory before taking both of the youngers cheeks into the palms of her hands, chestnut hues examining the fear and the utter apprehension  behind those bright optics. Thumbs would trail over the others cheeks, over her lips if not for the briefest moment when they were near instantly replaced with her own, allowing it to linger as she felt those hands weave into the collar of her lab coat

                                “..Because ----"

     She paused, hesitating as she felt those familiar words seem to linger and stop at the back of her tongue. There was so much more she wanted to do, so much more she wanted to say, and yet as rosy lips came to press softly against the others temple would she hear the utterance of it all, the ghost of sweet nothings lost into sweat and scratches on those nights once passed

                                             “…because I love you                                                                so I promise.”