#swallowofsadism

[cixerva-archived]

'SHUT IT, SOME OF US ARE TRYIN' TO SLEEP!!'

[diosrey-blog]

swallow-of-sadism replied to your post

so can i ask if its true or-?

"...Is what true?"

[giving-without-receiving]

swallow-of-sadism

“Are you new around here ~?”

Not the usual to ask so sweetly, nearly helpfully towards another tagged crossing her path, yet, every once in a while it was a change of pace to approach people differently just for the leisure of finding out what they actively would be able to do. Or wanted to do for that matter. The female in front of her now was not different, a new face, one that wasn’t as long in their – business – as herself would count days and days on end, accumulating to years to be held, and therefore she might not be aware about who long-haired female was.

Or because of it – she was aware – had to be.

No matter or thought given to that very notion, while Milana moved, setting herself down from the large formation of tumbling rocks formerly being seated on, and right in front of the frail woman. “Do you search for something, or do you need something? ~”

[hassenmarred]

☏

A clawed hand emerged suddenly and violently from a ball bit, latching onto it’s edge as it’s owner gruntingly pulled himself from the sea of plastic orbs. Some of the spilled over with him, creating an awful lot of noise. Enough noise to rouse something — four something’s to be exact — into action.

Not that he heard it. His head was still very much swimming. Talons gripped his mask, and he groaned, trying to get his bearings; his memories. Sparring a glance around Sven blinked. Black and white tiled floor, rough walls and ceiling with pizza’s littered about it’s surface — where the hell was he?

His head snapped to the side when he heard pained wheezing to his left, but all his eyes caught in the dark was the form of a large, rather unsettling animatronic chicken. Squinting, he slowly stood up, the pinpricks of light serving as the robots eyes following him as he did.

Duly unnerved, his talons slid from their holds, and as he trained his glare on the chicken, he failed to notice the equally unsettling, equally robot animals twitching and leering right behind him. 

[soul-fracture]

swallow-of-sadism

Oh, if she could vanish at any moment it would have been now. The sake to her lips paused for a second as her eyes looked over at the man she had not spoken to in some time now. How did he manage to pinpoint that so easily? When she had only barely began to mention him to Starrk, at that.

Damn his pinpoint aiming on her character.

“No. We are just friends. Just very close, that’s all.”

Maybe when she got more accustom to speaking to Starrk again she would tell him the truth.

“No need to get so defensive, I just asked.”

Just very close, for someone like her sounded even more like a ‘hint’ than everything else she could have said. But, frankly, it was not really his place to question, just the way she had mentioned the stranger had caught attention. They hadn’t spoken in a while, indeed, but Cirucci would still know how fast the Espada was in picking up certain hints – even those that shouldn’t be given.

A sip of his sake, and he watched her again.

“How did he even come here?”

[goldentresses-blog]

aw shit, is ciru trying to mutilate fufu again?