#shirovsagi

[kumonoiito]

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attraction meme || accepting.

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ | Sexual Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ | Sensual Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ | Aesthetic Attraction

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[twentieth-ward-dove]

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Send me a ❣ and I'll gauge my character's attraction to yours at this point in time

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sexual Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sensual Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Aesthetic Attraction

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[puerpraesidio]

@shirovsagi​

Not a ghoul alive could call Tatara a graceful hunter. He did not eat often, and when he hunted he was often a hunter of circumstance; he would find the inebriated, the lonesome, the wandering and pick them up. A missing person's case where the only evidence found would be bones when he was done. No need for kagune; a drop from the shadows, a broken neck would do it.

And it was all because he would rather not interact with humans. After all the taking they had done from him, after the many years of scorn...Tatara did not even know what to say or how to communicate with humans. He hardly knew how to communicate with ghouls anymore. He knew how to lord over them, to command and to frighten them. Interaction without risk, without the threat of attachment.

Since everything, always, fell down. Nothing was meant to last and they, as ghouls, would find their end in violence. Always.

That was fate. That was the way of the world.

Touka, on the other hand, was almost the definition of grace. She was dangerous and swift, fearsome – but still able to connect, to remain a part of the world around her. And she knew how to make friends, to lure humans away, to bring them unsuspecting and safely into waiting, hungry maws.

It was a twisted kind of luck that brought her to them at Aogiri – a sad, fatal kind of luck. Poor Touka; she had no idea of what the future she had picked held. And Tatara would not be the one to speak on it.

“They're late.” Tatara stated, pulling the scarf he wore in place of his usual mask up further, tighter against his face. Trust Touka as he may, he still did not wish to show his face so readily. “That always bothers me. But it's not alone a human trait.”

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█  ` ☼ &&. @shirovsagi​  |  starter call

he wakes up that morning curled along touka’s back like a cat, head nestled between her shoulder blades, arms wrapped around her waist. all soft edges underlined by firm muscle, legs intertwined, skin like the moon. he stretches out his toes and burrows his head further, presses a kiss to her spine. 

“ mm, hey, touka ... the alarm clock, ”  definitely on his side of the bed, but that doesn’t matter when you’re half asleep.  “ and eggs. eggs, i would like. ”