hearts entwined

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"I was instructed to find a place to plant them, but to also use some force since they were not normal beans, your majesty. I can grow more if that is something yo from the depths of his mind. The kindness of crystal blue eyes melting his core until he was left barren except for the feeling of clouds in his chest. As if he could float into the sky forever when she turned her attention on him.

Swallowing quietly, he casts his eyes down to their hands.

"I was instructed to find a place to plant them, but to also use some force since they were not normal beans, your majesty. I can grow more if that is something you would like to see."

He will grow beanstalks for Marie. Anything to see her smile.

          “there’s no need for such a thing, i simply wondered what the bean had done to incur your wrath..~” 

        she had tossed her own down so daintily, after all. 

This human looking servant decided to pick him up, and now the cat was looking at her with such audacity- 

Wait- was that a ribbon on her weird round thing on her head? It’s bouncing-! 

Tobias proceeds to lift his paw up and bat at the ribbons on her hat, purring happily as he had his simple cat fun. 

she gives a laugh but leans her head slightly, bouncing it from side-to-side so the ribbon will follow. 

Tobias takes a bean into his mouth and quickly scampers away with it!!! 

the shift in behavior isn’t disliked but there was no denying the curiosity which lingered on what caused the sudden improvement? his mind halts and replays all what went down. receiving kisses initiated by her made him feel alive. “takane.” he mumbles her name as he leans in to claim her lips for another quick kiss. was it simply by the way he took care of her?  it wasn’t always fun to be a bastard, especially not when she was low like this.

he much rather be the nightmare than actual nightmares plaguing her mind. “I love you too.” he hums as he pulls her in closer, his embrace tightening but not enough to cause discomfort. the snake just wanted her close… and hopefully the warmth which radiated off of him would cause her further reassurement. 

“just relax in my arms.” be lulled away by the security he brought- such things should never dare to consume her again. he wouldn’t stand for it. 

     was it the nightmare the awakened these feelings so overwhelmingly? were these new, or had her heart accepted them long before her mind had given them a chance? she had rarely been the one to self-initiate.. no, she had to be prodded into action, threatened into confessions- and yet here she was, pushing her lips against his with a fervor almost unlike herself. 

         she feels warm in his embrace.. it seems foreign now, how she had once only thought of him as cold, calculating- evil. maybe he was still those thing. but he was more to her too.  

“k - komori-san!” chika can’t help but let out her name in a soft yelp of embarrassment. sudden praise was always weak for her heart. “this is just my usual… you look far more cuter than I!” a planned friend date between the two; a well needed break for friendly bonding. chika wanted to go shopping so she figured she would offer the invite out to her newfound friend. 

@jcntung​, for yui

with the hold he has on her he felt ever shift in her body. her stiffening hadn’t gone unnoticed — if anything it made him pay closer attention to the female in his grip. “mary.” his voice is sweet although she of all people should know that isn’t his intention. rarely, when kuroha got angry with her did he outright display such a thing.

he was sick and twisted, especially to her of all people. he’d coax her in with sweet words with meanings different from what his words came off as. you think he’d actually ever be nice to anyone? let alone her? (maybe only when she behaved) 

kuroha’s displeasurement is quickly washed away with the embrace and confession of her current state. his silence becomes heavy but his hold on her had shifted, pulling her in closer… more comfortably in his arms. “rest here — this is where you belong after all.”

     she doesn’t trust the sugar in his voice. she knows what happens when he calls her name that way, especially when she’s done something that makes him unhappy. she was meant to be able to control him, and yet here they were, trapped in a back and forth where she played queen till he was calm. 

     she’s glad he accepts her embrace, because she really is tired. she has little stamina left to cajole him to forgive her. and the way he holds her now doesn’t feel as much like he’s gripping her, but closer to an embrace. it’s a little easier to endure, isn’t it? just pretend it’s someone else, maybe you’ll enjoy it more. 

he likes every minute she clings tighter to him  — pulls him closer and finds reassurement from his presence. it shoots up giddiness throughout his body knowing he had that effect on her. his arms draw back to wrap around her in return. kuroha holds her closer- and gently places more tender kisses to the side of her head. “you’re anxious.” he mutters.

“never apologize for that.” it’s unlike him to be nice- to show sympathy but when you have him head over heels in love with you? a side of him one never would’ve anticipated leaks through. 

even a monster like him could learn how to be human.

   she truly was his now. it was not a fantasy of pulling haruka back to this body, it was not a hope that kuroha was just some facet of her loved one- no, her affection for haruka, the one steady and ever-pounding force had turned into this blistering affection that yearned only for him, and to be his. 

            when he kisses her it is gentle, and kind- it is unexpected, and endearing, and her heart feels as though it’ll burst now, no longer from fear, but from the warmth that solely he could create within her. 

something churns deep within the belly of the monster. 

his hand pulls her closer — closer to him ( to where she belongs. )  he can’t stand the way she looked at him, spoke to him too. this was a girl full of hope, this was not the queen he knew. it struck a chord within him and a long drawn out hum of ‘ hmmmmmmmm…. ‘ came from him. for him, mary was the easiest book of all to read.

much better than any of the literature she had in that shoddy run down shack she came from. “something is off, mary.” 

“now what is your ragtag group of wannabe heroes planning?” he wanted to spend time with her but the resistance in her was alarming. “you know better — are they feeding you nonsense again?”

   she feels her body stiffen unwillingly; she does not want to give him an inclination of discomfort, give him a reason to doubt her when she is working so hard just to stay here without wanting to be rid of him. but the proximity, and the way he pulls her closer, mocking an intimate gesture of love- or his casual statement that hints that if she strays too far, she will meet only hurt. 

   just smile. just smile, and play along. play queen, and maybe you can go home tomorrow. 

          she lets a loose smile sit on her lips, hope it reaches her eyes, and she even goes as far as to loosely wrap her little arms around his frame. “nothing.. they aren’t planning anything.. i’m just.. tired today..” 

      she pushes her face into his chest, hoping that hiding it there will mean that even though her smile fades, he won’t be able to say anything about it. 

   she pauses, unsure what to expect, but the side of a beautiful hair clip gives her an almost ecstatic look of joy. “to think you would think of me, my dear anchin.. i could not be happier-!!” without a moment of hesitation, she pushes it into her hair, wrapping one arm around his with a content sigh. 

“SHHshh…” it’s his attempt at being gentle. kuroha’s thumb had swiped the tears leaking from his beloved eyes. the nightmares were constant these days. even when they weren’t here were they terrorizing the girl he loved. “takane —  focus on me.”

“i’m here, aren’t I? i’m not going anywhere.” on days like these; kuroha didn’t mind being gentle. they had no more reason to play cat and mouse when she had already accepted being his. his head leans in to place a kiss to her forehead. “i’m never letting go.”

@jcntung​ , for takane

          she lets his touch and voice pacify her- here, feeling him so close, his breath near her face, surely she can put her mind to rest of this irrational fear of his disappearance. she wants to say she trusts him wholly, that she knows it was a silly dream and nothing more- and yet, her mind and heart churns and she is left aching, even with him before her.