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As a general rule, Gabriel doesn’t interfere. It’s not his job and he generally has better things to do (walking. thinking. flying. pranking. decidedly not rescuing every damsel in distress he sees.) but apparently this time his casual observing has gotten him spotted. That, in itself, was interesting. In his line of work, also probably dangerous. In the end, he still steps forward, lethargy in his steps, despite the caution in his head– wasn’t often he was seen when he didn’t want to be. 

“Patience, pet.”  He dragged fingers against her side, softer than all the previous touches, merely glancing skin.  Stirring bare hairs naturally scattered on her body as she squirmed against him.

Placing himself between her legs, he ground down, on her soft curves and the rough rope.  Feeling the heat radiate from her core, the wetness seeping past his bare clothing.  The pheromones intensely increasing when he kissed her collarbone, the middle of her chest, then a gentle curve of her left breast.  Oh how he liked having his partners at his utter mercy, trussed in rope he chose himself.

For him to decide when to unravel.

Unwrap.

{-鳳-}— Acting with Hinata was as natural as breathing, which was a surprise to Kyoya. He could almost forget he was even acting at all, just falling into the character and letting himself become Miyabi. Though Hinata’s character was very different than the characters she normally played, she was seamless in the role.

          It was easy to focus on the similarities between himself and Miyabi — they were both introverted, both studious, both the top of their respective classes. But Miyabi was much softer than Kyoya, and he lead with his heart, not his head. For that, it was easy to draw on Tamaki. (Tamaki’s character, for his part, was more lovable best friend than the romantic leads Tamaki was used to playing, but Tamaki was always one to throw himself fully into anything he was doing.)

          The next scene was the key scene of the episode, the scene in which the heroine and Miyabi first spoke to one another. The heroine had left her book in the classrooom in the first scene, and in the next scene, Miyabi was to track her down in the courtyard to return it.

         “Aoi-san,” he called. “Excuse me, I believe this belongs to you.”

They had one of the fans going to have her hair and skirt blowing. It was very cliched and usually took a few tries before they got it right. Dark hair flowing around her, pale eyes refocusing on the--seemingly--unfamiliar man. Then offered him one of her warmest smiles. Thinking of seeing Hanabi again after a long break. The mere thought made her that much softer. Gentler. Unlike many of the sharper characters she usually played. 

"Ah, thank you." She took the book and opened it briefly to make sure all of it's contents were safe. Turned to him, opened her mouth, then blushed, glancing down at her shoes before meeting his stare again. "I-I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name."