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┊ ⋆ @maidmyth howled:

something about being watched gets his hackles raised. even if it's a pretty girl. especially when it's a pretty girl. suddenly, he's wondering if he's got some remnant of a lipstick mark on his cheek, or if he forgot to shave a patch of beard from his cheek—

the compliment surprises him, but pleasantly. preceded by a smile like a sunrise, he hardly stood a chance. he's nervous now for another reason, smoothing the nape of his neck to calm the hackles that rise anew.

┊ ⋆ @lemuriangod howled:

flashing lights catch him off guard. hundreds of phones are pointed at him, stage lights, and camera flashes setting off like a room full of roman sparklers on a riverside holiday. he winces a little, the brightness overly sharp and obliterating everything else in his  sight. 

but he feels the heel of a cold hand pressed to his temple, that makes enough shade for him to open his eyes. and he does so to the sight of rafayel's amethyst eyes narrowed in irritation at him. jewels gleam, they don't glare, but valko's still taken at the beauty of  them anyways. stares a little too long before:

 ❛what are you—new?❜ rafayel hisses, as his arm slips around valko's waist  and guides him to turn his back to the lights and the attention they brought.

rafayel's artful fingers reach up to stroke the shorn nape of his neck affectionately,  fingertips digging insistent upon his skin as he forces him to meet the part of his lips.

 ❛this is for press. don't make this to be something it's not.❜

valko's supposed to ignore the lotus scent of his lavender hair, like blossoms borne  upon a sea salt breeze. and the silken touch of those sun-warmed lips.  and the way his own heart pulsed at the kiss that's supposed to mean nothing at all. 

┊ ⋆ @cardiolog1st howled:  

┊ ⋆ @braskide howled: her fingertips are careful to approach his visage, but there is a certain calmness about the way she does it anyway; her index reaches for the high bridge, passing over the rim of his glasses to further follow the line of his nose. each touch feeling like a caress folded in curiosity. she follows further, the finger going for the feel of his lips. yuna has seen the pointed canines before, must the wolf hide them still from the sheep even when it knowingly walks into the den?

he's not used to being examined. monitored, yeah. but not scrutinized and studied  like this. 

she touches him with fingertips that have the head notes of roses and something that  smells as sweet as osmanthus to cover the hint of tonka bean and vanilla that can't  escape his notice. like a mistake, swathed in an insincere cloak. and the heart notes  of lotus that linger upon a fading secret of far-off coastal shorelines and  temple incense. 

he feels almost guilty. he knows so much about her. enough to infer from a scent  profile she doesn't bother hiding. just gives it up to him like a sacrificial pawn just  to get inside his space. inside his head. 

this has to be her countermeasure.

┊ ⋆ @vi1lain howled: don't you know i'd chop a limb off just to have a good time ?

the hyperbole isn't lost on him, but his eyes are drawn to the svelte length of her arm,  bare and outstretched as her hand guards the scotch and soda within it. he reaches for her hand, dislodges it from the glass to turn her wrist up for his examination. spidering blue veins guard the pulse point of that juncture, and his thumb smooths over it in  admiration. because under that thin membrane of skin was a potentiality of limitless  endowment.

and he wanted it all for himself.