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🍒+ call3am

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@call3am

yuri is like the human embodiment of good vibes and a walking baby bunny. muse work? amazing. writing? fuckin chefs kiss. personality? lesbian. an absolutely gorgeous and lovely friend and the best person to watch suffer trying to parry in expedition 33. so fuckin funny, such a bright spot on this doomsite and i would pay her taco bell fund any fucking day.

[trlblzd]

️ ️️ @sinaeter sent : Carresses their cheek, smiling.

    "  ACHERON,  "     HER  NAME  LINGERS  IN  YOUR  MOUTH.   a pleasant buzz forms within your chest.    stelle sounds   (  ...  )     relieved.     like they are calling to a name that they have been separated to for decades   -    reunited again in    THIS    small pocket of time.    her smile is remedy.   the kind that thaws all the hurt away.     &    for a moment, they forget about the challenges.    they forget about their     STRUGGLES,    wishing to do nothing more than to get lost in the beauty of her touch.    her.  

gleeful.   like warm sunlight flitting through the windowsill, the trailblazer rests their cheek against her hand.    HAPPY    to see her again.    happy to have this moment again.     happy to    LINGER    even for just this instance.    that is enough for them.    this second is golden, locked for eternity.    what ever that means for the both of them   (  ...  )    it does not matter presently.

 "  i missed you.  "  

[trlblzd]

I love u my little lesbian friend in my phone

LOVE U MORE MY LOVELY LESBIAN FRIEND IN MY GADGETS AND HARDWIRES AND BLOWS UP

[ohdove]

serpent's eyes tilt downward, examining this angelic creature. they'd end up being the closest thing to GOD she'd ever been around. it's a sense of comfort, despite the padding of unknown.

" mmh. " acheron merely hums, lids closing. warmth radiates, yet something darker lingers in their shadows. the emanator isn't much one for small talk, however, silence in company held a greater connection. of sorts.

In truth , she still struggles immensely with knowing just what to say , what to do when in the presence of a stranger . And , with such intense stare , Columbina wonders if she has done something to offend — perhaps something to disappoint ?

Hm ... but she doesn't appear angry . Rather , her soul seems to settle ; find its own space within moonlight's glow . Columbina feels the longing within Acheron's heart , just as she had so often ached for a place to call her own .

She tilts head towards Acheron , an inquisitive stare despite closed eyes . ' Is that ... a good 'mmh,' or a bad one ? '

[swahnn]

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you." / sinaeter

*        TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS.

Oh , but dear serpent , that's exactly what your little bird wants . She hangs 'round Acheron desperately , legs laced over the lap of love to invite whatever sinful decadence they may find themselves in . Enjoying the buildup far too much , for that look of temptation , the way Acheron tenses beneath her to keep control ... it's near divinity , she's certain .

' Wouldn't that be terrible ... ' Whisper purrs 'gainst Acheron's neck breath hot , sickeningly laden with desire . Finding a strand of beautiful locks behind the small of her Emanator's back , she twists it 'round her finger , tugs tight to tilt vision towards her lips .

' Whatever would we do if you did ... ? Time has granted us a moment to test that , my dear ... and you know I've no inclination to protest . '

[kiaslana]

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

first meeting sentence starters.

Maybe it shouldn't hurt as much as it does — the night that they had shared was fleeting , doomed to be forgotten by one fated to watch every memory slip between her fingertips . Acheron was not secretive about nihility's corrosion , and ... it was entirely selfish pursuing her , wasn't it ? To chase the ghost of beloved back home , find warmth in a woman who shares her face , but not her mind ...

She's no right to be wounded . No right to Acheron's heart , and cannot , should not , fantasize about occupying a place within her heart .

Despite the pain , she smiles . Masks the sting of loneliness with cheery laugh & playful wink . ' Oh , we definitely have ... but , I'm sure you've met lots of people — no surprise you'd forget my face . ~ ' For a moment , Kiana falters , a glimpse of her heartbreak sinking features . ' But , hey ! Since we're meeting again ... maybe we can go get something to eat ... ? '

[swahnn]

traces her hand, feeling the leather beneath exposed tips & slipping inside. acheron yearns for the touch of each other's skin making contact, in any way possible.

With the sorrows and strife of late , she has longed for a moment of peace . They've been apart for so long , far more time than she had ever assumed would be spent traveling with the dear trailblazers to Amphoreus , and with the relief of thwarting Destruction once more , celebrations are in order . The clamor of the parlor car , the laughter and joy of her adorable companions , is a pleasant hum — muffled in the distance , only adding to the warmth of the room they'd prepared for her .

It is here they are entangled , sinking into each other's form as naturally as they had before ; the touch of her ranger so familiar , yet never predictable . Swan has grown used to the ... rougher touches , the carnality leaving no room for patience ; they've become her favorite , observing how her darling craves so deeply , but this delicacy ...

A flutter in her stomach , the innocent joy of a young woman falling in love , the absolute uncertainty that leaves a heart racing to discern what will soon come ... Every memory , every moment of bliss , is felt at this moment .

' You missed me this much , mm ... ? ' Palm curls into itself , catching the tips of Acheron's fingers ; welcoming the exploration , all the while , allowing her free hand to seek the small of Acheron's back . ' Don't tell me you were worried about me ... ~ '

[ilstar]

::           *ੈ✩‧₊˚  amphoreus based starter call. @sinaeter.

palms   pressed   flat   against   the   balcony,   leaning   faintly   over   to   gaze   across   the   quiet   stretch   of   mountain   below    –    without   direction,   but   plenty   conviction.    “  acheron.    ”    he   shouldn’t   try   to   parse   sense   from   the   afterlife:   it   may   have   been   a   brief   pause   in   her   journey,    perhaps   already   moving   forward   to   the   next   destination   –   or   a   mere   fragment   of   his   imagination   like   the   rest   …   but   he’d   seen   what   she   was   capable   of   first   hand,    proof   it’s in   the   realm   of   possibility   that   acheron   could   cut   through   the   boundary   and   undertake   amphoreus.   

only   the   wind   responds   and   caelus  acquiesces   that   there’s   no   logic   behind   this   venture,   posture   straightening, awkward.   it’s   still   worth   a   try.     “   are   you   … here?   ”