#vestimas

[abrilliantlie-a]

Good Tidings We Bring!

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[deathgodly]

Good tidings we bring ! 🎁

ask box christmas giving

happy holidays ! have fifty icons of ciel phantomhive.

[godkare-blog]

“    kitagawa    kun ,        you    always    have      a    unique    perspective ,        don ’ t    you  ?    ”        //   sc.    &&    @vestimas .

[mediknight]

kidnaps him so they can go get a drink together, even though he's generally the one most enraptured by his so called occupational endeavours. ( who do u think lmao )

Clutching his scarf to his chest, Leorio stumbles after Kurapika, tugged along in his wake. With damp, frosty flakes falling around them, glittering on the asphalt as they land in pools of light, the atmosphere is appropriately attuned to the season. However, Leorio resists in spite of his secret pleasure.

“Wait, Kurapika, I can’t just—”

The hospital gets busier during the holidays, it seems. Doctors and their interns don’t get much rest, and no amount of tinsel and holly taped to the walls can change that. Still, Leorio enjoys his work and doesn’t mind the long hours, has never minded dedicating his time to their efforts—but he presumes his attitude is not universal, given Kurapika’s brazen behavior.

He pockets his scarf, recognizing the futility of trying to wind it around his throat one-handed while in motion. The end tassels flutter against his hip.

One drink. Kurapika had insisted, and Leorio had wanted so, so badly to surrender, to abandon his post and flee. But he’d hesitated, sparing a glance back at the bright hallways and bustling nurses, and fought to find an answer.

By the time Kurapika finally slowed, they stood before a cozy nook, dimly lit but baring a radiant warmth. His hand was released, and Leorio focused on catching his breath.

“Just one,” he managed to say. “But then I have to get back. They actually need me tonight.”

He holds open the door with a chivalric smile, concealing the twinge of guilt that strikes him. Leorio won’t apologize, not because he is insincere, but because he believes Kurapika wouldn’t want that.

“Maybe we’ll have New Year’s Eve,” he suggests, shrugging off his still-unbuttoned jacket. “Let’s hope.”

[electricea-a]

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Send me ♥ and I’ll write some positivity for a blog that I follow.

@germanprosecutie

I adore Shelby, I adore her dedication her muses and her passion for her fandoms.  I think she’s great.

@jokerofanarchy

Really nice Joker who I actually met about two days ago, introduced to them through another mun.  They seem really nice so far!

@odigxs

Someone who I’ve known from quite a few previous fandoms, they’ve always been a loyal friend and a wonderful RP partner.

@vestimas

Why not finish with you yourself? You seem pretty nice and I’m very much intrigued by your muses - your theme and icons are gorgeous and I’m excited to see the potential in interactions between our muses.  Hope we get a chance to talk more, my friend!

[bevorzug-t]

❤️

Send me ♥ and I’ll write some positivity for a blog that I follow.

@ludicinm & @morteem

First, I love both of you. I love interacting with you and I know I can count on you for anything. And honestly, we've known each other for so long lol I love all of your ocs, and our ships. And that goes for both. I just... Thank you for being with me all the time. ♥

and also for you, @vestimas!! I want to interact with you, because you seems a nice person! uwu

[mediknight]

a gift extended; within concealed a rather lavish watch. A few days prior they had wandered passed the store and leorio had whistled, a clear indicator that he was impressed. So, taking this as a cue kurapika purchased it for him.

As though mechanically inclined, Leorio accepts the box. It’s plain but neat, a style which suits Kurapika. The slender ribbon tied around the package is a stylistic touch that would shock Leorio if such a detail were to be considered anything but mundane.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Leorio says. For once, he’s sincere, yet he’s already opening the gift, tugging at the bow-ends. He pauses. “It’s not, like, the heart of some big bad mafia dude, is it? Because as romantic as that would be-”

As he slips the lid off the box, bracing himself (not for what lies within but for Kurapika’s retaliation), he squints at the glint of light off metal. The sight shuts him up.

“Kurapika.” He holds the watch before his face, unsure of which emotion has seized control of his features. “I don’t think I can... accept this. Do you even know how much these cost? Dumb question, I guess, but...”

He feels his skin flush, burning with a pinkish tone from his neck to his hairline. Rejecting the gift isn’t really an option; he doesn’t want to offend or earn Kurapika’s wrath. So he nods his acceptance and aligns the watch with his wrist, marveling at effect.

Extending his arm out toward Kurapika, he raises an eyebrow. “Care to do the honors?”

[mediknight]

I sleep better if you’re around - pika

soft sentence starters // accepting // @vestimas

Leorio peers over his glasses. In the dim glow of his desk lamp, he can barely discern the features of the groggy man sprawled beneath the blankets. With a quick glance at his watch, Leorio smiles.

“You’ve been out for twelve hours,” he says. “Guess you needed it.”

Draping one arm over the back of his chair, Leorio allows himself to rest from his studies. The text has begun to blur anyway.

“Besides, I’m the only one willing to make you sleep,” Leorio says, somewhat accusatory. “So I guess I’m flattered that you listen.”