Bonds that are too strong create flaws over time.

Click. The final snap of a latch firm and tight in its place, hooked to fabric in the same tone of flesh as a boy she knew. The same tone as a kid she suspected that wasn’t taking care of himself. 

     As if this was a shock.

The noah turned seamstress couldn’t help but hum with satisfaction as she slipped her finger underneath the binder’s fabric to test its give. Tight, but plenty of space to breathe. Her little project was complete - a memory of a time long past snatched and used to make an item so simple - so helpful. At least, that was the hope. She just needed a certain test subject to try it out. 

It was child’s play to get into where she needed to be.

She didn’t bother waiting. Shoving open her door dreamer stepped between the worlds, shoving open a door anew to enter a certain bedroom. An exorcist’s bedroom. Allen’s room. 

No sooner did she catch his eye than the garment in her hands were thrown - aimed right between his eyes to distract as she she settled her back amongst the paraphernalia that lined his bedroom wall. Violet hues trained on him - a glimmer of mirth sparking in her visage as she crooned. 

     “ Before you do anything, why don’t you take a      look at the gift I brought you ~ ? ”

@exorcistalice​ asked:: “ is that a threat? ”

     “ Depends who I say it to. ”

     the dog

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

tagged by: @traitorousscales​

recreate your muse here

@reysonsmanymuses​ asked :: “  "So you use ghost types, right? What made you wanna focus on them?" Hop may or may not be bouncing a little in his curiosity. “

prompted || accepting

     “ Haven’t you ever had a fascination with the      unknown ~ ? ”

Cooed the childish trainer, reaching out to ruffle the cap of her beloved mismagius and laughing when her hand went right through. In retaliation the violet creature swooped up to set itself right upside ( just about inside ) her head - giving the impression that it was Road herself rather than the spectral pokemon wearing the witch’s cap. 

     “ They don’t often spring up the same way a normal      pokemon does. Sometimes rejected, sometimes the      shell of a soul long past ... don’t you think they      deserve a bit of time in the spotlight too? ”

As if on cue, mismagius leaned forward, matching the gym leader’s grin as she came through to bounce and float around her once more. 

deep inhale. NO. YOU MAY NOT. 

Cross huffs. This was getting him no where. “I did. I underestimated them.” Cross eventually gives up his tough dragon act and falls into a state of sorrow. “The order isn’t how it used to be, this new order is a hell troop and I’m sure if I was there they’d be harming me or my idiot pupil.” Cross huffs, digging a clawed hand into the golden dirt.

“They had me shot in the head for gods sake.” Cross growled, oh he Hated having his beautiful judgement taken away and used against him. “If you hadn’t grabbed me I would’ve become a fallen one..who knows what they would’ve done if that happened..” this was it, this was all the worry cross would drown in booze.

He’s been sober for 6 days now. Or was it 5? Man, seems he’s all out of wack.

     “ Then why do you stay? Why work as a General      at all, if all that place is racing towards is to their      own hell? ”

Golden hues spotted what she was searching for. Now part of his skin - yet she had no doubt that previously it was just a skin-laden mark. A written curse with very little she could translate on her own .. but the overall description was clear. Satisfied, she slid down his neck to land on the grass, striding forward to give his snout a few sharp pats. 

     “ And you’re welcome ~ ! They would have taken      Maria too, and any other innocence that might      have possibly bonded to you. Who wants      innocence still bound to a useless puppet, after all? ”

As much as she liked the sight of one so used to hiding his feelings behind alcohol and quips, his whining grew to edge on an annoyance with her. 

That voice…

It had been haunting him ever since they collected the rogue innocence and were heading back to the Order. A strange melody riding on the wind, faint and quiet, yet it managed to pierce his ears like nothing he ever heard before. A voice like the one of a little girl, sometimes sounding from far away, sometimes drawing nearer. But never gone.

Daisya looked at the Finder accompanying him. If he heard it as well he didn’t show it. Maybe the exorcist was hallucinating. It had been an awfully long week for him, after all, and he couldn’t wait crawling into his bed and sleeping for two days straight.

Only now he noticed that the voice had come even closer. Closer than ever before. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, clearly confusing his company. He lied to him about having forgotten something in their hotel room, something he couldn’t leave without. He should go get it, the Finder could leave already. The trainstation was close-by, and another group of Finders were already waiting for them there. He would hurry.

Daisya only ran for a few yards, then hid behind a group of trees and watched the Finder from afar. He savely made it to the station. The innocence was secured. Good. Now to handle that haunting siren.

“I know you’re there. Are you one of these Noahs again? You’re damn annoying, you know that?”

Letting one of her prey go was no matter to her. Far less interesting, far less ... fun. Holding back to sift amongst the trees, ducking away to her plane of dreams whenever they came close to spotting her. All while a song of her own creation fell cloying and sweet from her lips. 

     “ Let the earth renew,      all it’s errors and ways.      And the people sing,       these are the last days ~ !      Now I know you’ll find      just what is wrong with me...      But my life,      is nothing but a dream ~ ! ”

Almost impressed by how quick the exorcist had come to the correct conclusion ( she had half expected to have been called a demon, an akuma first ), she let herself finally step into the spotlight. The soft glow of daylight fell upon pale skin tinting with grey, violet hues that glistened with a golden sheen. The being of dreams giggled, a bright tone that lacked that extra note of childish innocence as it was cast to the air. 

She had to admit, this was one of her favorite ways to make an appearance.

     “ How rude ~ ! I give you a performance, and you      have the nerve to call me annoying? ”

There was little fear in her approach. Her pace slow, calm, menacing against the smile that began to creep up her cheeks. She held out her hand to him, palm up - almost as if she was expecting a gift. 

     “ Let’s make a deal. You apologize by giving me      that innocence you found, and I’ll let you run along      home and be that brave exorcist who survived      facing another of the Noah family! ”

@novatvricnt​ asked :: “ Non-sexual acts of intimacy + ♛: Sharing a dessert from Miya! ”

intimate || accepting

Cupping an ornate dish in one hand, she was quick to pierce the fluffy dessert - a forkful of thin sliced strawberry and crumbled cake popped into her mouth without a moment’s hesitation. She hummed at the taste, pure and sweet without overwhelming the subtle twang of the fruit. The chair she was sitting in rocked from a sudden force - throwing herself back against it as she waved her empty utensil Miya’s way in evident delight.

     “ This is so good ~ ! Did you make this yourself? ”

For all her assumptions she had never once thought Miya to be much of a baker. But she was far from the type to say so outright ( at least, not until she was certain she could make it out with the lion’s share of her dessert ). So she took another bite, pressing both her palm and the flat side of her fork to her cheek as she mused her joy. 

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

He squints, a snarl raises his lips. “I don’t know what you Noah do in your spare time so forgive me if I’m ignorant to what you do.” He cannot believe this, what a horrendous circumstance. Cross blinks, watching her land gently infront of his wings, his wings are massive in size and he feels her small hand on the back of his neck. “Road..” his tone threatening.

“…while I agree I’ve been rather suspicious with the order, I don’t doubt the elder crow’s abilities in magic, but the thing I don’t understand is… how did it affect me here? And not out there?” He sighed, giving up on road and letting her touch his neck and such. “….have they evolved that well these last decades?”

     “ Oh shut up, you big baby. ”

Crooned the woman far less than fearful as she settled herself to peering around on his back. A playful tone in her voice masking her true intent - searching about his body for any runes, any markers that might have triggered to cause such a massive change. Even going as far as to give his shoulder a good, long pat. Just because she’s helping doesn’t mean she doesn’t get to have her fun patronizing.