#shardsbind

[titlacahuans]

everyone say thanks to @pexfections for giving me the summary of the only two ways in which a relationship with Tezcatlipoca can go.

[titlacahuans]

"How much do you love me?"

// @shardsbind

[myristicisms]

*grabs miriam* mine now

She's pointing to herself, concern etched deeply into alabaster features. “ Release me. ”

[eraba-reta-unmei]

@shardsbind replied to your post “it's double the disguise.”:

daybit in a moustache and sunglasses . . . he agrees. this is a good disguise.

" They'll never find us like this, senpai. Works every time. "

[chaieos]

the baby is staring at her with big purple eyes

LIGHT PATTER OF CHILD'S FEET muffled by carpets, fingers wrapped delicately around a vial of poison waiting for her master's command to release its contents : nothing fatal — oh, how she would've enjoyed that. though her master was ever so cunning ever since she had been summoned, even semiramis could not deny that there were no faults in the ideals he spoke about, how he intended to reach those very ideals. distraction comes quick, though, a pull on dark tafetta interrupts her. a pair of soft purples stare up at her, small fist tangled in her fabric, and oh, this certainly couldn't be part of amakusa's plan. she leans down, crouches before @shardsbind, minding the fabric of her dress, no single crease allowed. " what are you doing here, little one ? " soft-spoken, made sure not to be overheard by those gathered behind the curtains. " are you lost ? " surely, amakusa would've known had there been such a young child in here, surely, he would've made sure they wouldn't be harmed. with an eye still kept at her master, she regards the child, lifting her finger to her lips to tell him to keep quiet. oh, it wouldn't do to be discovered already.

[titlacahuans]

very slowly reaching a hand out ( as if not to startle a feral cat ), daybit moves to touch feline ears. meow.

bites him.

[titlacahuans]

@shardsbind replied to your post “Tezcatlipoca/Cecilio has appeared! What to...”:

awkward hug pfft

"You call that a hug, gringo? C'me here!" picks him up.

[titlacahuans]

. . . almost everything highlighted, bingo.

Are you Tezcatlipoca's type?

"Hm? What's that about not liking dancing?" Knowing Daybit, it most likely wasn't that he didn't like it, but rather that he had simply never attempted it. In his eyes, Daybit was already perfect, but witth a few actions, that only defect could be corrected. So, he reaches to take Daybit's hand in his own and pulls him closer with an arm that wraps around his waist, legs already moving in a simple rhythm. "How's this, Master? Just follow me. This won't be as hard as learning Nahuatl or destroying the planet. Follow me me the way I followed you and we will arrive to the desired destination."