#tallmonotone

[gecsha]

@tallmonotone​ said: He still lay in the bed long after waking. A thought nagged in the back of his head once more, louder than before, causing more restlessness. It's not something he should worry about, he tells himself. He should just forget it. But he can't. The more he tries to ignore, the tighter his chest feels, eyes painfully sore fr emotion. Finally, he gets up to go find the Lady instead..."S....Six?..." // 👁️

THE LADY’S SWEET SLUMBER. He had come across her in one of the few occasions she would opt to remove her mask for, physical comfort over that of mental when it came to her treasured sleeping and, oh, how she slept! Hours upon hours upon hours, lost in fantasies of princesses and knights and family breakfasts; if she had no more tempting choices, she could dream more than half the day away ------ granted nothing disturbed her perfectly crafted boudoir.

Even now, she was a terribly light sleeper, you see. Fearful even when her mind was a world away. And The Thin Man interrupted her machinations in perhaps the most awkward way he could have   :   by calling that name of hers.

Coal dark eyes open slowly, tinged with tears at the sickly familiar syllables, a distinct discomfort taking root in her gut before her mind could shake off most of the bedtime fog. A blink. Blink. Blink. Doe eyes caught resting in a meadow, quick to adjust to their sudden [predator] visitor among the grass; fallen droplets are wiped away with the back of her hand. 

With no porcelain veil, her worry is painted as clear as can be at the sight of him, pale face the perfect canvas. Short eyebrows lift, lips gently pulled apart in a quiet ‘oh’.

But he had dared utter ███ , only a fraction better than ███████!! The audacity of his mouth! Blanketed with doziness as she was, The Lady knew to prioritise her anger over her concern, me trumping you every time ------ although she could not help but to lower her voice, whispering as if she was trying not to break the comfortable silence formed in her sleep (as if she was trying not to break his heart, as his yelling had once done hers).

❝   Mhm... I thought... I told you not to call me that... Didn’t... I? Maybe I didn’t... So I’ll tell you again... Don’t call me that... Please...   ❞

[distortingmirrors]

@tallmonotone​

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One of the tendrils are watching how his hand is holding onto the tendril. Shoulders relax at seeing no grimace or flinch either. A sign that the thorns didn’t end up cutting the man’s hand. 

The Mirror Monster heard the amusement in his tone. Well, at lest Mirror Man isn’t the only one thinking this is silly. Though that silliness is put aside as he’s honestly just glad to be able to do this without ending up hurting him. 

“ Seems so “

[alekswastaken]

//Sorry to intrude but it is currently 3 am and I thought this was one post and spent a good minute thinking "worm cat" was a funny joke bc it's obviously a worm dog

((also that artist has a cool worm cat oc i saw the post 👍👍))

Ohhh ohhhh that’s just too perfect oh my gods thank you for showing this

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[coastalcanary]

Starter for: @tallmonotone

“Unhand me!!! Release me!!! I bite!!!”

Five squirmed within the man’s grip, slamming her fists around the hand that encompassed her. She was bluffing of course, no way was she going to risk catching whatever brain disease adults of this world seemed to contract, but he didn’t know that!

Looking up at him, she frowned and squinted as if simply thinking hard enough in his direction would will him to comply. So what if she’d kicked a few appliances off the counter, she was going to use the parts anyway!

“Let me go!!!”

[gecsha]

@tallmonotone​ / this deserves a spot on my blog <3 oh how the turn tables.

[gecsha]

Some movie heroines might have dubbed this one of their most important days alive; for Izanami, it was only a Friday night like any other, only lightened by the idea of a few uninterrupted hours with her best friends. Having no younger siblings to worry after for an entire evening would have made any teenager happy; the amusements of prom was only a bonus benefit... Well, that was perhaps a harsh judgement. There was one thing she had been holding her breath for all week, something not even her role as Student President could have awarded her, a something that was ------------

❝   Ji...!   ❞

Geisha-veiled girl can not help but to head towards @tallmonotone​ at the very first glimpse of him, conversation abandoned in favour of practically gliding towards her equally masked target. Ayu hardly even did his tie for school   (   the suit he donned would be a treat of a different flavour when she finally catches sight out of him   )   ,   but Ji-U was a good boy, a proper boy, and she never tired of his uniform. That did not mean, however, her appetite would be so easily satisfied. Izanami wore greed like a perfume; it clung to her every aspect, tainted her every action, and right now, there was nothing she wanted more than to find her companion in a brand new outfit. 

She learnt the excitement of Christmas gifts beneath his family’s care, but the excitement spurning her heels in this single moment exceeded such sentiments a dozen, no, two dozens times over!

Practiced speed walk comes to an end before the boy. She takes the time to catch her breath as quietly as her lungs would allow, one hand pressed against her chest   (   the question echoed, taunted, needled deep within her mind   :   was it really the running that has your heart singing so loudly, Iza?   )   .   Oh! Dismiss it! Throw it all away! There was no need for mere bodily strain to interrupt her reconnoitre! This was her very own hanami, and Ji her very own transient view. She would not waste this chance.

❝   Your mask is so artistic! I’ve never seen anything with a smile like that...   ❞

[gecsha]

@tallmonotone​ uttered: tell me what you're trying to hide.

HER HEART, A POMEGRANATE; her love its flesh, her truth its seeds. Bittersweet. Bleeding. Bold. If he had asked, The Lady would have declared it a pointless thing, unworthy of all the effort it required to carve open and devour, tastier fruits to be found in abundance if only he would look.

Sharpened nail digs into the pages of their book, paper yielding under her irritation; foolish man, too determined to chew through her rind to learn that the bitterness was a warning. You do not want to hear my secrets, I am trying to save you the trouble, stop bothering with me, stop looking, find a better friend, one who will return your time, I am not beautiful inside, you would be happier without seeing it, you...

Hand dismisses his demand as if he were a particularly needy child. Attention returns to the literature, eager to continue with this swept behind them, offering the Thin Man nothing more than a curt comment to satiate his appetite.

❝If I told you, there would not be much point in having hidden it. What are you, an idiot?❞

[gecsha]

@tallmonotone​ uttered: Do I need to ask a second time? I hate asking a second time... 👉👈♥️💔

❝   H-huh?   ❞

REJOICE, MONO ------ few could claim they caught The Lady’s attention, let alone make her do a double take. Brushing her hair for the morning could wait. More coherent than any book he read to her, a pout shapes her lips as coal stained eyes seek... Something else. Anything else. Avoiding the Thin Man’s visage at all costs. Slender finger scratches ever warming cheeks (and ears, and shoulders, and --- ) as a thousand thoughts ran through one ear and out the other; she was truly at a loss on how to respond to him. 

Honestly! That gentlemanly composure could fool everyone else, but it would not fool her... Well, at least, not for long, anyways. Mono had always been the clingy sort, the chase-after-you-and-rescue-you-from-a-dragon’s-tower sort, even when it seemingly went against all logic and self preservation. The astounding strength of a boy’s wish to keep his friend with him. Now that they had both aged, such sentiments had taken on a more refined form ------ namely, in that he could now... Verbalise such desires....

It still threw her off kilter, though; it was one thing to toy with people’s hearts, and another to have her own heart demanded. She felt so odd, so very odd, and the fact it came from the one person who she wished to hear it from was... Ah, just how to encompass this in a single world? It felt as if she wanted to rise and dance and kiss him all at once! The joy of being loved. The playfulness of pleading. For once, The Lady could find no hatred to summon, the first when it came to a matter of impudence.

Face is positioned to her side, eyes closed with a mock hmph as if to say, kiss me here, please.

❝   Greedy man... But I suppose it can not be helped... Do as you please..!   ❞