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@mitojujoo​.          /          starter  call.          /          accepting.

                      a  wildfire,         untempered  and  fierce  in  elegance;         anything  but  the  bearer  of  subtle  grace.         no,         her  poise  came  from  wrath  and  a  strike  against  the  hand  of  god.         heroine  cares  not  for  pleasantries,         nor  the  sin  of  defiance                                                   if  she  was  bereft  of  her  gauntlets,         still  she  would  rise  and  spit  blood  in  the  face  of  the  adversaries  who  condemned  themselves  to  her  fury.         misfortune  befell  the  ground  she  walked  ‘pon  and  still,         her  head  remained  high  and  such  was  a  quality  held  with  reverence.         never  had  she  mistook  him  for  a  tender  man         (         and  never  had  he  misapprehended  her  ferocity  as  benign         ).         even  still,         kureto  found  respite  in  the  static  between  their  shared  conquest,         the  abyss  the  monarch's  fate  had  been  condemned  to  no  longer  seemed  so  bottomless  and  she  no  longer  whispered  for  insurrection  as  his  palm  caresses  the  delicate  apple  of  her  cheek  with  idle  reverence.    

                      ❝         your  absence  has  weighed  on  me  heavier  than  i  could  have  fathomed.         despite  this,  it  pleases  me  that  you’ve  returned  unharmed.         i’ve  found  my  days  more         …         difficult  without  you.         ❞

long since had she sworn her life and lineage to the cause they had continued to fight for. each drop of her taintless blood was spilled, all in the name of peace. humanity. for every fight won, for every goal reached and feats achieved, mito jujo continued to fight.

but even as she stood before her towering lord, while features remained stoic and thinned, heart was set to burst beneath supple bosom. he ignited the wildfire further, an electrifying touch that often spurred a wave of goosebumps to wash over like an inevitable tide.

❝ kureto. ❞

spoken tenderly, informally behind closed doors. typically stiffened shoulders eased into the warming touch of gloved palm to cheek, a delicate sigh slipping effortlessly from parted lips as lashes fluttered to a gradual close, nuzzling instinctively against him.

days without him by her side grew longer, almost unbearable. how she wished on many a lonesome night to feel the warmth of his frame beside her, the comfort and reassurance in such a bellowing tone. but there he was in all his glory and splendor, putting to ease the worries of his strife-laden lover.

Send 🍺 to encounter drunk mito.

frayed and disheveled, mito sat opposite the ivory-haired. shinya rattled mito with his teasing ways, the softness and smooth vocality in which slipped from his throat upon addressing her had maddened the colonel, prompting an exacerbated scoff of sorts before delving into the contents of her glass in one false swoop.

❝ why are you looking at me like that ?! can’t a girl let her hair down a little ?! ❞

spoken boldly after slamming her cup firmly upon mahogany. mito was irritated by the days events, attempting to be put behind her in the shape of overindulgence. mito was not graced with a response, only maintaining the mischievous simper he effortlessly, watching as he leaned somewhat closer, resting upon opened palm of his hand. shinyas lack of response irked her all the more, prompting the spitfire to parrot her own words once more while lacking typical formality when addressing the hiiragi.

he  doesn’t  like  this ,  not  one  bit !   effort ?   in any form ?  it  was  absolutely  revolting .  but ,  seldom  were  the  times  tenai  actually  had  to  make  an  effort for  anything ,  so  he  could  forgive  mito  her  gross overstep  here.     ‘ oi ,  what  the  fuck  is  that  thing ? ’    he  mutters  worriedly ,   spying  the  vampire  on  the  ceiling ( who would do that, that’s so fuckin’ weird )  !

‘ move ,’    is  all he  viper  exclaims ,  azure  irises  shifting  to  a  bright ,  reddish  orange ,  as  flames  the  colour  of  his  fuschia  hair  crawl  gingerly  up  his  arms.     ‘ do  they  die  with  fire ?  imma  guess  yes – anyways , here  we  go ! ’    flames  peel  off  him  like  tendrils ,  WHIPS ,  &  the  viper ,  grinning  cheekily ,  wields  both  as sentient  extensions  of himself.  ‘ heh , told  ya  i  was  cool ! ’       //  @mitojujoo .

such was the colonels misfortune to be paired with a fellow spitfire. her bemused and fiery tendencies almost paled in comparison to his own, meeting such worry he seemed to don with a mere roll of lavender pools.

❝ don’t ru       ❞

words cut off within an instant as tenai struck first. coming forth while conjuring a blazing inferno that shone to such heights in which almost made the jujo heiress squint. so unabashedly confident, it irked mito to her very core, even as she continued to watch as the vampyric being fell to the ground, ceasing moment as the fire raged on until only ashes remained.

          “  where  have  you  been  !?  we’ve  been  looking  everywhere  for  you  !!  ”  @mitojujoo  .

❝ wh      ?! ❞

stopped abruptly within her tracks, the colonel could not tame the look of sheer confusion and bewilderment as she looked to her partner, lashes aflutter as lips pursed, a sweatdrop idly running along the spitfires cheek.

fifty ways to touch someone.

relief laden, features no longer strained from tension and unease. crippled by fatigue and not of misery that clung to her in steadfast - dread once washing over of her, fearful of what become of kureto hiragi.

but there he stood, before her, tattered and frayed cloth rippling as the wind steadily blew. lavender pearls glistened with a melancholic glaze, unable to tame the inevitable streaming of tears that silently trailed along crimson-stained skin.

suffering had eased, much like the tightening sensation that ensnared the spitfires chest from fearing the worst. part of her believed it was almost too good to be true, that fate dealt her a cruel hand in spurring halucations. so cruel. so incredibly cruel. but such was false as all that was graced to her was his glorious smile. though small, it was wondrous to behold.

he’s alive. 

❝ kureto.. ❞ 

he’s here.

a step closer was taken, distance between one another amounting to naught. oh, how she had so wished to desperately reach out to the taller being, to cling, to feel the warmth of his frame against her own in a moment of utter relief and clarity of his safety and well-being. but it was not the fierce colonel who reached out, but kureto himself as gloved palm raised from his side.

the warmth she sought for was met, a gentle touch upon her cheek while thumb brushed along bruised flesh, appendages tucking behind the womans ear to maintain a soft yet telling caress. most would confess their relief, their love and words of promise upon being reunited, but this pair were not like most.

no, words of such needn’t be spoken between one another, for her tears continued to stream as he held her, allowing mito a moment of necessary lamentation. her sobs, as tender as they were, continued on - dancing along leather that clung to her cheek. without even another moments thought, his knowingly loving touch was met with a firm and unrelenting embrace where features would bury unabashedly into dirtied cotton, arms wrapping around his waist without the slightest indication of easing in grasp - for this was their way of telling each other exactly what was needed to be said.

         mito jujo !!                                    moi !!                              miyamoto musashi !!

Lucifer Sentence Starters

❝ Is that sarcasm, I hear ?? ❞

of course, it was unlikely. but even as a the towering immortal addressed her with such monotony, the fellow scarlet-haired could almost feel the mere teasing tone dripping from his words. lavender hues rolled before eventually trailing down upon her own frame, brushing off the dust and dirt that clung to cloth like so.

❝ isn’t there someone else you could be mindlessly bothering ?? ❞

an exasperated sigh slipped through parted lips, curls wavering as her head shook. a part of her wondered what it was that the progenitor obtained in their brief exchanges, her own inability to simply disregard crowleys presence frustrated the colonel even more, prompting a huff.

Lucifer Sentence Starters

brows furrowed upon hearing an approaching voice, prompting her to turn upon the heels of her boots and face the unfamiliar. perplexity plagued her demeanour, coloured in slight confusion as lips pursed and her brow slowly arose.

❝ what ?? ❞

a stage name ?? she hadn’t considered herself remotely theatrical, causing her to ponder quietly for a few moments until realisation dawned, turning to face him entirely as features began to turn lax and somewhat at east.