#wistrea

[lykirae]

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pale eyes are watching her from where his head rests on her lap, cushioned by the softness of their skirts and thighs.   unblinking. predatory.   he's both spoiled pet and unpredictable beast in equal measure, sharp jaw twitching under her touch.   much of him was unknowable even to himself, but they knew.   long had they been able to look beyond the facade he wore to see the writhing creature underneath.   restless, hungry, a gaping maw that could never win out against the urge to bite.

even the tilt of his head is a graceful, measured thing, baring his throat further to the roaming blade of her nail.   there's nothing submissive in the gesture.   a challenge.   a dare.   she could, but he knows she won't.   at least not too deeply.

“ I'd take my time with you. ”    an easy admission, as if they were discussing the very weather outside.   he's studying them where he lays, eyes still in no hurry to blink.

“ watch those defiant flames sputter and choke.   you would wear my hands better than any blade.   but I have no doubt you would trouble me until the very last, then haunt me in turn. ”

he held her heart between his teeth, counting every beat.

@wistrea

[rt0001]

gen can i borrow one of your nintendo switch 2’s

❛ first of all, don't use my first name so casually. you don't know me like that. second of all, no. but if you praise me for my incredible talents and achievements, i might let you play for a bit. ❜

[b1oodburnedsame]

" i love you, say it back. "

❪ 🔥 ❫ ミ ❝ someone's feelin' mushy today, ❞ he  can't  help  but  tease  @wistrea  despite  the  fact  he  knows  he  sometimes  desperately  needs  to  hear  those  very  words.  the  rational  part  of  his  brain  knows  kira  loves  him  and  that  he  loves  her.  he's  known  since  they  were  wide-eyed  children  holding  hands  and  chasing  each  other  through  the  gardens  of  his  family's  home.  it's  the  other  part  of  his  brain  that  needs  reminding.  the  uncertain  creature  that  sinks  its  claws  deep  into  his  mind  and  fills  him  with  doubt. 

he  wasn't  always  this  way.  so  uncertain  about  his  standing  with  the  ones  he  loves.  michiko  can't  always  shake  that  suffocating  darkness  off;  as  much  as  he  tries  it  still  creeps  its  way  in.  hearing  those  simple  words,  a  simple  reminder  that  he  means  as  much  to  her  as  she  does  to  him,  helps  keep  the  monster  at  bay.

for  all  his  bluster  ,  his  own  reply  comes  easy.  it  leaves  his  lips  as  instinctive  as  an  exhale—betraying  his  true  affection.    ❝  i  love  you  too  ,  nerd.  ❞

[midokai]

     ❝     i figured you’d like it,     ❞     even though it had been an expensive gift to attain——     he doesn’t even want to think about the hundreds in pokédollars that had gone to waste at the carnival booth in order to win a single hydreigon plush,     when that money could have instead been spent on buying multiples of the stuffed creature outside of the festivities.     (     what’s done is done,     he can’t exactly take it back now     &͟.     it feels particularly good gifting    @wistrea     an item he had needed to put actual effort into in order to own.     )     ❝     looks just like your friend.     ❞     ♡! 

[devilduel]

ATTICUS   HAS   SEEN   KIRA   IN   MANY   WAYS,    but   he   has   never   seen   her   in   this   dead   silence.   this   lifeless   husk   of   a   being,   one   who   is   more   often   then   not   was   filled   with   the   surging   tides   of   adrenaline   and   bloodlust   after   a   fight   now   victorious.   atticus   does   not   see   the   chatterbox   he   has   come   to   adore   so   dearly   in   this   moment,    now    -    he   sees   nothing.   all   while   his   hands   allow   inky   tresses   to   spill   from   his   fingers,   silky   and   conditioned,   clean,   free   from   ichor   coating.       “    kira    .   .   .    ”       he   softly   says,   careful   not   to   abruptly   pull   her   from   whatever   clings   to   her   mind.       “    my   love,    ”    atticus   hums,       “       come   back   to   me.    ” / @wistrea

[windhcld-archived]

caelan's favourite place to eat was some hole-in-the wall place — even calling it a hole-in-the-wall was generous. it was more comparable to a needle in a haystack, tucked away between ten other businesses, all questionably stacked atop one another, and a maze of stairways. usually such convenient anonimity served its purpose. or it had. he's not sure how kira found the place. found him. it had to be the best worst coincidence in the world.

there's no point in trying to flee. caelan knew kira better than anyone. he stomachs every conflicting, overwhelming emotion that wakes from their slumber, takes a mouthful of a rapidly cooling coffee, and pokes at his shepherds pie like his entire world wasn't being tossed manically around. doesn't even need to see her to feel @wistrea there, slid into the booth across from him like their meeting was intended. "should get the tiramisu. pistachio one s'good."

[callmeteor]

[ . . . ] UNPROMPTED STARTER FOR : ☞ @wistrea .

the  weather's  warm  ,  and  the  armor  strapped  against  his  back  has  had  him  sweating  for  too  many  kilometers  .  he's  not  one  for  complaining  ,  but  with  the  sun  beating  down  on  them  ,  and  the  lack  of  rests  they've  had  ,  he's  starting  to  feel  pretty  miserable  .  and  he's  sure  it's  starting  to  be  pretty  evident  on  his  face  .  eyes  look  toward  the  expansive  sky  ,  parallel  blues  reflecting  off  of  each  other  .  the  sun's  light  glinting  off  the  steel  of  his  sword  (  still  lookin'  for  a  killing edge  .  he'll have to look into the next upgrades )  . 

❛   ain't  there  some  kinda  village  around  here  ?   ❜  impatience  is  clear  in  his  voice  ,  and  he  hasn't  any  clue  how  kira's  faring  ,  but  he's  hoping  he  doesn't  sound  like  a  total  wimp  in  all  this  .

[goldenfists]

kira gripping sett’s shoulders, “honey, after your heartsteel gig, let’s buy the switch 2.”

a vermilion brow arched at the commentary made, hands calloused from a rigorous workout regimen halting midway the unbuttoned shirt. ❝ is there a reason why you suddenly want one of those? ❞ the query came with an addled look albeit quick he was to put a smirk upon his tiers whilst pivoting on his boots to face her. ❝ that might become a distraction, though... ❞ a hand thus elevated to position itself under her chin, lifting it so gazes could properly mingle. ❝ and i need all your attention for myself, angel. ❞