#unholiis

[kisumitenderly]

Yohan x Kisumi ————— @unholiis

[midokai]

YOU. I’M GOING TO FUCKING GET YOU.

[holyscorch]

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay. / reina and hikari

--- ↪ prompt. ( game of telephone. )

[ txt to reirei ☆ ] : i'm alive i promise! (っ´ω`)ﾉ

[ txt to reirei ☆ ] : i'm super sorry for not getting back to u earlier! i was so busy back at the cafe, i couldn't even go on my break...

[ txt to reirei ☆ ] : ☆ｏ(＞＜；)○

[ txt to reirei ☆ ] : but i'm off! i'm checking my messages just now...

[ txt to reirei ☆ ] : ＼(º □ º l|l)/ OMG !! i completely missed your calls too!!

[ txt to reirei ☆ ] : so so sorry! ahhhh, did i miss anything important???

[ txt to reirei ☆ ] : or did you think i got eaten by a demon hahahahaha

[ txt to reirei ☆ ] : .. ok not funny pls don't be mad ─=≡Σ((( つ＞＜)つ

[holyscorch]

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today. / zixuan and crimson

--- ↪ prompt. ( game of telephone. )

[ txt to beloved zixuan ] : thank you my love! ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ♡

[ txt to beloved zixuan ] : i wanted to do something a little different with my hair today, so i braided it. i thought you might like it

[ txt to beloved zixuan ] : naturally you looked as handsome as ever!! it took all of my willpower to refrain from jumping into your arms in front of the whole cafe when you stopped by hehe (つ≧▽≦)つ

[ txt to beloved zixuan ] : i hope you have a wonderful day at work my dear. i love you so so so so much.

[ txt to beloved zixuan ] : ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[holyscorch]

the view is perfect like this: crimson sitting atop his desk, right in front of him as zixuan was leaned back, comfortably, in his own chair. with elbow resting upon the arm rest, hand supporting cheek — harsh golden eyes were focused upon the one before him. soft pastel colored cardigan was wrapped snuggly around crimson's body, long red locks gathered together into a fluffy ponytail and those eyes, ah those sweet eyes, were aglow with something precious. what a sight it was. crimson was talking about ... something. zixuan wasn't sure what, barely heard the words that tumbled from delectable lips, attention solely upon crimson, yes, but in a way that's different than one might think. the city is alive beneath them, warm sunlight has long settled upon the large windows: basking the beauty before him in an almost ethereal glow. suddenly zixuan feels a light tap on his knee ( crimson's foot tapping it softly, probably because he noticed the ceo didn't respond ? ). " yes, princess ? " shameless he is. doesn't even bother to hide it. " i am listening. " and shameless he remained.

--- ↪ UNPROMPTED.

here in zixuan's office space, it felt like it was just the two of them in this entire world. within these walls, sitting atop of his ornate desk, the skyline of the city all around them from the large, glass windows ... within such a space, crimson's eyes never leave zixuan's. violet irises are bright with delight and mirth, never tearing his attention away from him as he talked about how his day was. it felt like any normal day filled with a sweet mundane; yet zixuan's attention always made him feel so ... special. hence why he talks about what happened through the day as if it were a grand story-- he helped yoru finish developing their new winter menu for the season. he and hikari just baked adorable animal - shaped macarons together as a special side project of their's during the free time they had from less traffic throughout the day. shou and taiyou had a ' sing - off ' when their song came on in the cafe. little moments of the mundane that made the day feel more special than it might sound on paper.

but for a moment, as crimson's eyes would wander over zixuan's expression, he takes note of how almost lost in thought he seemed due to the silence throughout the ' tale ' of his day. despite sharp eyes never leaving him. it prompted a gentle nudge of his foot against his knee, a brief moment of concern visible over his face. " zixuan ? " a call for his name, and he smiles quietly when zixuan calls him that name -- princess. heh. it earns a soft blush across already warm countenance, smile only growing all the more. ... he loved it when he called him that. " ah, then .... "

slowly descending down from his desk, crimson soon tucks himself against zixuan's chest, sliding into his lap and soon slotting in between his legs with a small laugh of contentment leaving under his breath. like this ... he fits even better. not unlike a cat cozying up near a fireplace, he nuzzles himself just beneath zixuan's chin. " hehe, this way you'll be able to listen to me better, right ? "

[heimskringlas]

❝  well,  i  was  going  to  ask  where  the  smell  of  blood  is  coming  from,  but  i  guess  i  have  my  answer.  ❞  there  is  no  disgust  in  the  trickster's  voice  —  on  the  contrary,  loki  gazes  at  his  newfound  companion  like  a  puzzle  he's  itching  to  solve.  as  if  he  would  ever  flinch  at  a  bit  of  gore?  ❝  dear  old  dad  had  a  taste  for  blood,  too  —  messy  eater,  that  one.  another  of  his  maaany  redeeming  qualities.  ❞   a  potent  mix  of  sarcasm  and  contempt  drips  from  every  word.  he  waves  a  hand,  as  if  to  physically  banish  the  thought.  he's  in  a  good  mood,  really  —  it  would  be  a  shame  to  ruin  it.

❝  aaanyway,  you're  some  kind  of  weirdo,  aren't  yooou?  ❞  loki  cradles  his  face  between  his  palms,  flashing  a  wicked  grin.  ❝  you're  probably  about  as  human  as  i  am ...  which  is  not  at  all,  by  the  way.  but  who  would  ever  wanna  be?  ❞

@unholiis &&.  LIKED  FOR  A  STARTER.

[kisumitenderly]

❝ you’re mine tonight. no interruptions. ❞

The thrill of knowing that he was chosen maybe shouldn’t have felt so validating, but when it came to Yohan’s attention he wanted nothing more. Yohan had him entranced, enticed, completely captured. Kisumi reveled in it as much as he despised himself for it. That guilty pleasure. It wasn’t good for him, but Yohan made him feel good. 

“No interruptions? How can I—“ he paused knowing that the other didn’t want to hear excuses. That’s not why the two of them were here for. Kisumi reached into his pocket and drew out his phone, shutting it completely off he handed it over towards the other. He also made a big deal of shimming his smartwatch off his wrist to fork over as well.

“There, now no one could possibly interrupt us. Wouldn’t you agree?” Since truly his phone was his life line in all aspects of career, they had a fucking tracker on it he was certain but there were more important matters to get to. Kisumi pushed Yohan back as he straddled his hips, his hands working their way across his chest and running down the groves of the columns of his throat. “You have my complete undivided attention, all night.” He promised, “now what would you like to do with it?”

[holyscorch]

it was a surprise visit: taking jiah with him to the museum today. donned in the cutest summer dress with an equally adorable headband which matched her mother's perfectly ( as it so often did ! ) did the two of them wander the newest exhibit ━━━━ but just like her mother the immersive gardens &. the aquarium were her favorites. with a sweet little flower now tucked safely within the child's headband does roan guide his daughter through the museum, all the way to the more private area so they may eventually reach his husband's office. ❝ go on, darling, knock so papa can know we're here. ❞ shy and tentative knocks follow suit, roan helping her out by adding a few stronger ones: just to properly get casimir's attention. however, she doesn't wait for his response and instead opens the door with a dramatic swing, presenting her daughter with the flair roan was so known for.

❝ look's who's here ! ❞ jiah wastes no time: little feet, on the verge of running, lead her straight towards the big desk with arms already stretched out wide. ❝ papa ! papa ! papa ! mama showed me these biiiiii~g flowers !! and look, look she even got me one to put in my hair just like mommy wears all the time. ❞ roan closes the door behind him, watching endeared at the way his daughter eagerly wished to be picked up immediately, already a stream of words filling the space, recounting everything she's done in the museum today. and her father must go with them so they can go back to the gardens again, she must show him where mama got her the flower ━━━━ she simply must ! 💖

--- ↪ UNPROMPTED.

as usual, the museum was bustling as ever -- new exhibits open with the normal, if not uplifting, traffic that poured in through the grand doors with curious, expectant eyes wandering about in the halls that feel like they are within a completely different world. from the looks of it, it appeared to be no different from a usual busy day for the curator, who sits within his ornate office with paperwork neatly organized across his desk .... the soft tune of jazz playing within the space, and he hums quietly to the flow of the music that keeps himself busy. smile neatly adorned across visage with a steady pattern of tapping from his shoes. ( such a good mood was not only prompted by simply a good business day. ) no no .... casimir was expecting a gift today; excitement clearly brimming from the way his smile never left him since the first hour of his arrival to work.

and his gift, how it comes in so beautifully, so adorably ! casimir lifts his head up, knowing exactly who was approaching the double doors of his office even before a tiny, soft pair of knocking meets with their frames. he flicks his wrist, gloved hand directed over to the record player to cease the music from continuing -- after all, he wanted nothing to impede on the melody of their voices. he gets up from his seat, and right as he does, the doors open in an almost dramatic flair to present the beauty of his wife's smile, and the little bundle of joy that oh - so excitedly makes her way inside his office space. ( oh .... if this body had a heart, how it would melt and skyrocket out of this plane of existence. ) " my princesses. " his voice is breathless, almost lost in bliss as he watches them enter the office. as if divinity had made themselves present right before undeserving eyes.

" jiah, my darling. " a chuckle leaves from the base of his throat, watching as his daughter's little legs carry her quickly over to her father, and without a moment to waste, he scoops her up in his arms with ease, her little sundress moving with an almost elegantly playful flair ! ( ah, as always roan dressed her up in the most adorable dresses; a mirror to her own style. ) " oh, look at you .... ah, truly, you are prettier than any work of art that this museum bestows. this lowly father of yours doesn't deserve you. " he peppers jiah in tiny, playful little kisses -- making sure to plant every part of her face with a sweet kiss from her father to earn him the beautiful sound of her adorable laughter. his darling little girl. he pulls back with a grin, easily hoisting her up with one arm as his free hand gently fondles through her hair -- fingers playing with the flower tucked against her headband.

after giving jiah's nose a tiny ' boop ' from his finger, casimir's eyes soon rest on roan's; smile growing even more with endearment. beautiful .... truly, beautiful. " my solace. " he utters that title as if it gave him air. ( and she did; this body lungless and inhuman, but oh how she helped him breathe. ) with his free hand, he reaches out to take roan's, and the ever - so familiar gesture of lifting her hand to plant a tender kiss to his knuckles is present as always. he chuckles once more, leaning in closer to plant a firmer kiss against roan's lips. would jiah playfully recoil and deem their kissing as ' gross ', like some children do ? hah, oh how cute that would be ! " anything my princesses want, they will get. we'll go to the gardens, fufu. i have the rest of the day on hold, just enough time for us to spend together ... without any hindrances. "