ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍɪʟᴇɴᴀ

there was something about nicole that made her kisses the perfect medicine for a heavy heart.  (  really, he hadn’t realized how tense he was until she brought her lips to his cheek, and immediately thereafter, his body felt as though it were ready to melt against it. )

kaneki took the flower in hand and twirled it between his fingers, holding it up to the sunlight and silently admiring the petals brilliance.  ❛  how pretty …  is this for me ?  ❜   his heart softened, a smile drawing upon his lips as he brought the flower close to his chest.  (  such a gentle act of kindness— he doesn’t feel quite worthy of it.  )   ❛  thank you. perhaps one day i will be able to return the favour.  ❜

lithe hands move swiftly through the air, reaching for the sky as his feet stepped surely beneath him, his hip swaying as he hums to himself in his hypnotic trance, brow glistening with the effort of his work, his dance. he dances with that wilderness of the forests, the trees and rivers and beasts. his performance ends with a classic bow, those ears raising in appreciation to the impending applause of the crowd he has drawn from that small town, and he bids them goodbye with a blown kiss as they inevitably wander back into their daily duties. he is gathering his cloak ( which he tossed aside earlier, a hindrance to this particular dance ) when a muffled clap reaches his ears. a brow raises, and he turns to see a strange young man donning an EYE-PATCH.

     “ no one taught me, i am my own master. if you want lessons, however, it’s gonna be a-while. i’m pretty busy, or i should be. name’s Rakan, charmed and charming. “

he responds amicably, his signature lop-sided grin clear on his face … but his air is careful, feathered ears perked and alert, his wing outstretched behind him. something about the man makes him uneasy, alert, on-guard.

❛  rakan ?  i see .  .  .  i’ll make sure remember it,  ❜  he promised.  (  despite their friendly exchange, there was something about the atmosphere between them,  kaneki noticed,  that had his body tense and fingers twitch. his gloved hands had ceased their applause, now clasped together in front of him as he took a moment to ponder.  had this dancer figured him out already ?  )  ❛  my name is kaneki. i’m not from around here, but i have a feeling that you aren’t, either.  ❜

       ❝ i have LOTS of work to do, so please don’t interrupt me            unless it’s something important ‘kay?❞ / @carminic

         “You won’t believe what happened today! That spell I was trying to cast? It backfired! Now I’m going to be hearing voices in my head for the next week. They won’t shut up!” The ramblings of a young witch were probably lost on the barista. However, the voices were loud and rampant. And no matter how she tried to drown them out, or what she did to drown them out, they simply became irate, and then in turn drove her positively crazy. Dramatically, she lets her had fall to the table before looking back up at the boy in the eyepatch.

         “I need coffee…can I have an iced vanilla coffee, please?”

( @carminic )

his eyelids fluttered for a moment in confusion, never before having a customer who began their order by first venting their frustrations over spell-casting. (  now there were voices in her head ?  just what kind of SPELL was she trying to cast in the first place —?  )   ❛  oh, um— of course,  ❜  kaneki nodded quickly, realizing he had been standing there in silence,  ❛ i’ll have it for you right away.  ❜

he’s already picking up tane bridal style and carrying her off.

         “…” {/Nicole had assumed Kaneki wanted her to stay to walk home with him. Like they usually do together. Instead, her attention is brought from her phone, to the coffee placed in front of her. It was warm, it smelled delicious, and it had the cutest little design of a bomb on it. A cute little circle with a stem sticking out of it, which she assumed to be a fuse. Was Kaneki trying to tell her that his coffee was ‘the bomb’? If so, it was absolutely adorable.

          Wait.

          WAIT.

          It’s a pumpkin? Well…for a moment, she thinks of sparing his feelings. But at the same time, he had asked for honesty…so…} “I’s a little…round, ta be a pumpkin. An’ kinda smooth too. I though’ i’ was a bomb a’ firs’. ‘er maybe a melon.”

❛  wh—  a bomb ?  ❜  though he had asked for honesty, kaneki hadn’t thought his attempt to be that poor !  fretting hands reached for the coffee cup and lifted it into the air for him to observe closer, brows drawing together as he stared at the foam details. ❛  ... jeez, now that i’m looking at it... it kind of DOES look like a bomb. that’s not very autumn themed, is it ?  ❜