#thelastedgefey

[guilty-love]

@thelastedgefey [x]

Klavier couldn’t help it. Since the day he had met Marshall, his soulmate, Klavier wanted him. But he knew that he couldn’t rush things like that. He knew that he couldn’t just grab Marshall and kidnap him and make him all his own when the other one wasn’t ready for that.

Kristoph held him a pretty long lecture about how to properly behave when dating someone.

Hehehe, wanna touch it? It’s really ‘smooth’… and it might feel nice under your fingertips.

It’s easier when Marshall is the one doing the touching because then Klavier could hold back more easily. But if it was the musician who started running his hands through Marshall’s hair or brushed over his cheek… that was a fight Klavier only one because he was too scared of ruining the bond that had just started forming between them.

[afortiicri-aa]

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Truth be told, Akira was quite bored all alone in the office. His boss had to go check up on something and he was told ‘he’ll be right back’, yet he’s been gone for about twenty minutes now. Was he okay? He was starting to grow worried.

Yet all those worries disappeared as his prosecutor boyfriend entered the room, surprising him with a passionate kiss. “Mmph?!” He fell back on the sofa as he gleefully returned it.

A muffled sound of pleasure left his lips as he clung to him. Marshall knew his weakness all too well. He was melting into a puddle as he kissed him. But then, he suddenly broke it and he finally opened his eyes. He pouted in protest, wanting more, but at least his hand in his curly hair was enough to keep him satisfied. “Hah... if you wanted me that badly, you could’ve asked~” he smirked, resisting the thought of kissing him again.

[itsgottabethebutz]

@thelastedgefey (continued)

[text] ok Im on my wAy

Larry grabs a bag of chips and salsa (why not? He’s going to a friend’s place and they might get hungry!) and hops into his banged-up car. If Marshall really got his hands on one of those special magatamas, then that might mean a serious victory against a certain murderous ghost...

Then again, Larry has zero spiritual power himself, so how could he even hope to bring her to heel, even if he was equipped with one of those? In any case, he pulls up to Marshall’s apartment with a head full of questions. After shooting his old friend a text to let him know that he’s outside, Larry knocks on the door with his free hand and waits.

Maybe we oughta start with the snacks...

[thedetectiveofinaba]

What are you lacking?

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Naoto Shirogane is lacking 1) a job 2) vitamins  3) a gilrfriend

“Allow me to prove this test result wrong, piece by piece. Firstly, I have a stable job and will continue to stay in the same industry for years. Secondly, I eat enough food or at least maintain the needed energy level so I don’t pass out at unwanted times. Thirdly, I’m not looking for any romantic partners at this moment so that point is false as well.” She noticed how she got a bit too into this - blame her boss and colleague(s) who was excellent at pointing out contradictions - and had a small, confident smile. 

“That is my stable testimony, and all what is needed to say.”

[alleinmeilen]

@thelastedgefey [x]

“I...yeah. Tired.”

An understatement. He had barely slept at all the night before.

“I-I’m just thinking is all. I...do that sometimes.”

Even if people liked to say he didn’t. 

[kokoronokuroyami]

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Kuroyami still shook despite the reassuring hug.

“It’s horrible! Whenever someone I love gets threatened... sometimes I get so angry I black out... and when I wake up I find myself chewing on a limb or eating from them like a wolf eats a deer... it’s disgusting...”

He would never understand why Marshall would stay with a monster like him.

[distanttracesofbeauty]

@thelastedgefey

Nonverbal RP Starters

“Oh God, a scary ghost lady is pointing a knife at me. What am I gonna do now?” Marshall deadpanned, barely looking up from the documents he was reading.

‘You’d think security was improved ever since what happened to Klavier…’ Marshall thought, internally rolling his eyes. Either that, or Dahlia was much smarter than what she was given credit for.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, my dear dead cousin. I thought you’d finally gotten bored of me. Alas, miracles seldom happen.” Marshall shrugged nonchalantly, looking his dead cousin straight in the eyes “Been busy lately? Being 'permanently retired’, I assume you have lots of free time to haunt people.”

Oh, yes, I have plenty of free time. Your friend’s “would-be killer” is still at large, and yet here I am. The killer always returns to the scene of the crime, isn’t that what they always say? 

Dahlia keeps her voice light and airy, almost in a sing-song tone. She knows that her sweet inflections tend to get a rise out of people who know what she truly wants. Marshall had been terrified of her as a younger man, but she’d never directly made an attempt on his life. That might change this afternoon.

I need you to give me that case file. If you do what I say, sweet boy, you needn’t get slashed. Do I make myself clear?

[bodejustice]

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As Klavier's best friend and Larry's pseudo-nephew, Marshall shares Bobby's concern. ((@thelastedgefey))

Bobby piles some sympathy cards and a couple small containers of comfort food into Marshall’s arms, whispering, “Don’t tell them this is from me.”