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Pretty Boys for @waveringiridescence, in a scene from skam france

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“But she is beaming when she smiles!”

#waveringiridescence #I lacked a good pc #pic* of her blushing like a highschooler #so i will use this (?)#ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ ᴛᴀʟᴋ » ic.

Of course, Greaves never forgets. Like every year he would contact Nnoitra to meet in any of his favourite places, to pay him dinner and offer him a present. Each year he would have to renew things, but he would always bring that one vanilla cupcake with the sunflower make with sugar. Though this time Greaves had also brought a package. Inside was a painting on a blue background with a golden map of the stars and the moon with a black frame. "Happy birthday Nnoitra."

Nnoitra’s ( very late ) birthday!

Greaves was a friend ( he supposed he had to count him as a friend? ) who Nnoitra RARELY met up with. Not because he didn’t want to, but because Greaves was a busy guy. Nnoitra didn’t even know Greaves’ age, but he had always imagined him to be a good deal older than himself. Greaves was one of those proper adults, if that made sense. Nnoitra might be well on his way through his 20s, but he still hadn’t gotten to that adult stage. He wasn’t about to settle down and buy a house and have kids. Not that that was EVER going to happen. He did have that ‘ settle down ‘ thing in the bank though, considering the fact that him and Grimmjow couldn’t marry.

He wasn’t quite sure WHY Greaves bothered to stay in contact with him. They exchanged birthday wishes, but honestly that was about it. Weird. Nnoitra did wonder if Greaves was just keeping in touch with him because he thought he would need him at some point. Mah, for now, Nnoitra was just going to enjoy whatever the other had in store for him. No doubt he had some sort of birthday surprise for him. It wasn’t like there was a fucking line at the door with people wanting to wish him a happy birthday. He should appreciate the few people who did care enough about him to give him some good wishes.

He received a text from Greaves, asking if they could meet up. Nnoitra didn’t really have time to go out to dinner with a man that wasn’t his boyfriend, so he figured he would just get Greaves to pay for some take-away or something. They would meet up in the park, one of Nnoitra’s favorite places ( actually the only part of the city that he liked ). It was cold ( November really sucked ), and Nnoitra was thankful that he had dug his coat out from the closet. He was huddled up in it, raising a hand to greet Greaves when he spotted him.

❝ Yo. ❞ He reached out the hand to receive the second cupcake of the day. SWEET. It was even decorated with an edible sunflower. He had gotten the same one last year, and he knew it was tasty as hell. He didn’t hesitate to take a bite. Nnoitra’s mouth was so big that he would have it finished in about three bites. He hummed in delight at the vanilla flavor. Sweet. It was gone almost as soon as he got it, and he even licked his fingers. Then, he even received a gift. He hadn’t expected that.

❝ Oh, ya got me somethin’? Ain’t ‘cha nice? ~ ❞ That was his version of ‘ thanks ‘. Stuffing the now empty cupcake cup into his pocket, Nnoitra took the package as Greaves wished him a ‘ happy birthday ‘. Receiving a gift gave him that giddy feeling that made him feel like a stupid kid. He really hadn’t gotten enough presents in his life. Eagerly, Nnoitra unwrapped the gift. He didn’t try to guess what it was, since he literally had no idea. Turned out it was… A painting? Of a map of stars and the moon. It was PRETTY. Nnoitra wasn’t the sort of guy who appreciated art, but he DID like the stars and the moon. His and Grimmjow’s apartment wasn’t decorated with anything, and he supposed it would be a good thing to at least have one painting on a wall. ❝ ‘S pretty cool, thanks. ❞ Finally, he actually said ‘ thanks ‘. So, he was old enough to make Greaves believe he was sophisticated enough to value art. Life sure as fuck was WILD. Now, were they going to go and get some food or what?

#waveringiridescence #[ aaa greaves is so nice ]#[ tbh we should write something with them soooon ]#[ it would be hella ]#[ i'm sure we could come up with a cool plot ]#[ greaves is like an older brother figure for nnoitra SORT OF ]#[ or at least he would be if they got to know each other more ]#[ this was really nice t-t ]#[ and nnoitra is gonna put that picture up in the living room for sure ]#[ thank you for sending a thing eve! :D ]#ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ;; ic.#ᵇᵘʳᶰ 'ᵈᵃ ᶜᶤᵗʸ ;; verse.#ᵗᵃˡᵏᶤᶰ' ˢʰᶤᵗ ;; answers.

Sitting on a bench, Greaves was looking at the humans unaware of his presence. Dressed in uniform, his katana set by his side and a smoothie in his hand, bringing it up to his lips a soft purring sound rolling in his throat. Lately, the shinigami had been spending more time in the human world, fulfilling his duties as usual, but making it harder to be found. And yet, there she was standing next to him. "You found me." He said with a smile, taking another sip from his drink.

looking after her friend | @waveringiridescence

Greaves reminded her of Rennie – in the way that when he didn’t want to be found, there was no finding him. But she’d always had a sensitive nose and sorting through scents to find his had been hell, especially with all the perfumes and colognes permeating the atmosphere.

Fortunately enough for him, she had been looking for him, only because she enjoyed spending time with her friend. And how else was she supposed to care for him if he wanted to disappear on her? Fingers ruffle through her hair and she returns his smile, sauntering over and sitting down next to him. ❝ Are you enjoying yourself out here? ❞ Laughter glimmers in her gaze as she nudges his shoulder with her own. ❝ Next time you go off on your own, atleast let me know. I am your friend, after all and I’d worry if you never came back. Might have to kick someone’s ass y’know?❞

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It was especially chilly tonight, he noted as he held his handkerchief to his bleeding nose. Someone had tried to mug him--for reasons he couldn’t fathom, considering he’d been at least half a foot taller than the stranger. However, they hadn’t been able to get him down and eventually gave up and ran off. They were rather lucky for his pacifistic tendencies. He had a feeling that entire scenario was born of desperation...which was a shame because he would have gladly helped a stranger in need...

He finished cleaning his face off, wrapping up the little cloth as he stepped out of the alley and around the corner--only to walk headlong into some other stranger, dropping his bloody handkerchief. “Ah--forgive me,” he spoke up softly, crouching down to pick up the cloth. “I didn’t expect anyone else to be out so late...” Or he would have paid closer attention.

#waveringiridescence #hello!!#I feel like we were mutuals forever on abel's last blog??#I'm really looking forward to finally writing with you!!#hope this works~

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“I have so many answers but it would scare you.” -grin-

❝ It was a rhetorical question, but try me anyway. ❞

#waveringiridescence #// aidwewfhgrd

? (greaves pov: I'm sure she has no embarrassing thoughts.)

Send me “?” and my muse will spill an embarrassing thought they’ve had about yours!@waveringiridescence (oh yes she has~)

“That touch of silver in his hair..? It’s really attractive.” She admits, color tingeing her fair cheeks. No, like. Really attractive. Obnoxiously so. And I can’t help but picture him with his entire hair like that and it’s both embarrassing and upsetting.” Because hooboy. Talk about a silver fox in the making.

#waveringiridescence #;Greaves #[ ? ]#like a writing desk #- of course she has all sorts of embarrassing thoughts hahaha #- espeeeeecially about him~#a song of asks