#skyshattr

[forbelobog]

💕 ( shh i'm asleep )

wanna be gep's valentine? // accepting

gepard certainly looks as stoic as ever, but the soft shade of pink that kisses the tips of his ears would be noticed by someone who knows him the way luka does, "i thought that went without saying," he says, "though i...have no idea what is customary for gifts. flowers? dinner? a recently germinated succulent i repotted? he needs a good home..."

[cloudhymnarchived]

          “   adequate.   ”   the archivist’s response was an almost cheerful one, tone even, accented with a subtle rise to the corner of his lips. he wasn’t a culinary mastermind, and even going out to purchase ingredients in the morning didn’t herald as many options as he was used to, but he was making due   (   if he’d returned momentarily to the express to fetch some eggs and spices, then that was his business, and soot’s who had made it difficult to leave that morning.   )   “   though you’re always welcomed to try.   ”   a challenge, a tease.

          garlic and onions sauté in the pan while he went about beating eggs, pausing his motion to regard luka’s affections, heat blooming over cheekbones, the slight wag of his tail giving away otherwise concealed delight. this was so nice, more comfortable than he had been in overnight company for a very long time. a happy puff of cloud hymn made mist over the heat of the fire. onion and garlic doused with the egg mixture and scrambled quickly, put aside while dan heng ripped open a packet of cosmic rice with his teeth to throw in with the leftover olm.

          “   oh, and if you were serious about tiring me out, dr. dig did ask if i was participating in this month’s tournament.   ”

@skyshattr from. 🍁

[selfnss]

picks him up, raises him aaaaaaall the way up over his head, then lowers him back down to comfortably hold him bridal style. clearly pleased with himself, the brawler flashes a picture-perfect grin, waiting eagerly for his praise. // for sampo :333c

something spins circles in the merchant's gut as luka effortlessly scoops him up and raises him above his head. something else swims in sampo's vision as he's lowered back down and held against the brawler's chest and a grin is flashed down at him in the same moment. emerald gaze blinks upward blankly and - for once in his life - sampo koski finds himself speechless in the face of luka's, well, his face.

eventually, silvered tongue settles on a cloyingly sweet: "oh, luka... my knight in shining armour~" as a gloved hand lifts to trail the tips of his fingers across the brawler's jaw as he wills the fog in his mind to burn off and find something to say, something to do. the fact that luka is one of few people who can reduce the rogue to a blank stare and meaningful words isn't lost on koski. though, that doesn't mean he can't ignore it and try to carry on like business as usual.

softly, gently does sampo lean up and pull luka down closer to his lips as he whispers against the shell of his ear. "what other ways can you find to hold me, hm~?"

[aeongazed]

@skyshattr: they've just returned to his place after a series of exciting sparring matches, luka's veins still buzzing with the remnants of adrenaline, skin still a little slick with sweat beneath his clothes. they were just going to hang out for a while, maybe smoke a little bit, but the redhead is feeling emboldened enough by the high of a good scrap and badly enough like he needs to rinse off that he decides to try something a little... different. " ugh, i really need to shower, " he rolls his shoulders, turns to face the other and moves in until he's mere steps in front of him, tipping his head like an inquisitive canine as he slips his fingers into the belts at caelus's waist to draw him in closer. " do you... wanna join me ? "

         𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐬𝐨   𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐲   charming   about   belobog's   underworld   and   the   people   that   inhabited   it,   the   charisma   and   livewire   energy   that   burgeoned   on   each   street   corner   feedin   ginto   caelus'   ever   steady   need   for   entertainment.   and   sparring   with   luka   -   oh   that   was   entertaining.   in   his   absence   he'd   demolished   the   entirety   of   the   underworld's   boxing   ring...   but   now   he   had   an   opponent   to   fight,   befriend,   and   well...   look   at   a   little   too   long,   if   he   was   being   honest.   but   it   wasn't   his   fault!   they   didn't   make   them   quite   so   handsome   and   charming   anywhere   else-

         they   stumble   into   luka's   apartment   chattering   -   conversation   easy   and   nonsensical   as   always.   sweat   clings   to   them   both,   luka   even   more   so   (   perks   of   being   mostly   synthetic,   he   supposes   ),   and   he   regards   the   red   head   with   no   small   amount   of   amusement.   ❝   ⸻   you   stink.   ❞   comes   the   affable   quip   -   but...

         apparently   not   that   badly,   because   caelus   is   happy   to   drift   in   closer,   the   broad   expanse   of   arms   falling   lazily   over   the   fighter's   shoulders.   a   grin   courses   over   birdlike   features,   silver   head   tilting   as   he   hums   ever   so   nonchalantly.   their   fronts   are   flush   now,   gilded   hues   luminous   through   the   thick   expanse   of   long   lashes.   ❝   why   luka!   if   i   didn't   know   any   better,   i'd   say   you   were   looking   for   an   excuse   to   see   me   naked,   and   that   would   be   terribly   ungentlemanly   of   you.   ❞

         except,   with   all   the   flippancy   of   a   bird   -   caelus   has   already   peeled   away   -   jacket   and   shirt   stripped   from   his   body   to   reveal   the   bright   splendor   of   those   stellaron   markings   against   otherwise   flawless,   space   pale   skin   as   he   strides   for   the   bathroom.   ❝   strip   then,   lover   boy.   ❞

[cloudhymnarchived]

          let it never be said that dan heng could not be petulant, or bratty. the low, monotonous   “   make me   –   ”   upon dragon’s tongue devolved in a pitched yelp, gaze ripped away from his phone as he scrambled for purchase, one hand fisting into the back of luka’s shirt. so as to not accidentally jostle them both off the side of the railing, he remained mostly complicit until the point where it came to dropping him atop the bedding. at that point a rough yank would have luka falling forward too, dan heng taking advantage to straddle the ring fighter. still, he didn’t do much at that point, proceeding to flop down at luka’s side, head resting on his arm while he maneuvered a pillow to playfully place atop the other’s face, a pitiful attempt to smother him.   “   okay, you can sleep now.   ”   dan heng said, a smug tease, taking out his phone once more. it was a miracle he hadn’t dropped it while being manhandled.

@skyshattr, from.

[cloudhymnarchived]

          it's quite the unknown fact in regard to people who didn’t known dan heng well. the persona of the reticent train guard aboard the express, the steely eyed archivist, was one of gossip. dan heng was touch starved, and warmth beneath a chilly wall of wind. the curse of becoming reacquainted with his tail meant that his emotions were now on full display for everyone to see, whether he wanted them to be or not. he hadn’t even been aware the traitorous limb was curling around luka until that moment. a flush met the acknowledgement, unable to make the roll of his eyes as sharp as they could have been when it was painfully clear he was endeared with luka’s antics.   “   i don’t want your autograph.   ”   he replied bluntly, faux irritation in his voice becoming an alarmed, strangled noise as he seized his wagging tail. he scolded it as one would a misbehaving pet, with a frustrated ‘ stop that ’ under his breath.   @skyshattr,   from.