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[twxchanshik]

these lips are sealed.

 ζ|||) : accepting !

For a split-second eyebrows arched towards the sky, but thebard was quick to reign them in. Tiny, smug grin accompanied their descentwhile he responded with a sing-song tinge to airy voice, “That sounds quite abit like a challenge.” Chanshik tapped callused fingertips along his cheekboneridge while glancing to the left. His approach would have to take somepondering. The prudent did not jump into a contest lightly and despite numerouspersonal shortcomings, the deity of poetry was not a total idiot.

It took only a few moments to decide before he leanedtowards her, tone dropping about two octaves and hushed. “I think it’s onlyfair to warn you then that I’ve been known for parting the prettiest of lipsand yours are already remarkably tempting.” As If to elucidate his struggle,cinnamon hued gaze floated down from its appropriate level at her eyes whileteeth ran over bottom lip.  “Though I doappreciate the incentive. Wouldn’t it be more fun to share, even just a littlebit, with me?”

“I’m amazing at keeping secrets,” Chanshik appealed beforeplacing index finger against rosy lips and offering a cheeky wink. “Amongstother things.”

[twxchanshik]

to a star ♫

{ with @twgrxtel​ }

There was something about the Woodlands, as soon as you walked through glass double doors the outside city seemed so far away. Not that the building or its residents were any less hectic. Chanshik took a deep breath, eyes closing for a second against the demoralizing sight of fading walls and sound asleep security guard. Often the former bard missed dark, scarred wood and cozy furs lit by cheery fires. Sometimes he could still envision the old world behind closed lids. When they next opened, however, the deity nearly thought he had slipped into slumber.

The right corner of pert, petal pink lips curled upwards, fraction of pearly teeth on display. Cinnamon hues admired the view thoroughly after a hard day’s work spent staring at logo’s and catchy slogans, staying affixed as the rest of him went through the old routine of checking his mailbox. There was an unspeakable beauty in simplicity and the marketer was all too ready to soak up something so easy on his eyes. At least until he remembered common human decency and that staring is creepy.

Taking a few steps forward, he interrupted in his most winsome tone, “Excuse me, hi, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. I’m Chanshik and I was wondering if you would do me a tiny favor?” He held up thumb and forefinger a few scant centimeters apart as he spoke. “Don’t worry, it won’t require anything more than a sliver of your time. Do you have a minute to spare?” Inky topped head tilted slightly as he gave a genuine promise, “I’ll make it up to you twice fold, pinky swear.”