SOUL TSUNAMI. (ap)

Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours!  For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!

Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

SUBTLE ROMANCE / ACCEPTING

          CELESTIAL  BEINGS,    ORBS  OF  LIGHT,      born  out  of  chaos  in  a  galaxy  ruled  by  darkness.       rays  of  sunshine  wrap  around  throats  made  out  of  marble,    ichor  through  their  veins     (    TELL  ME  CHILD,  IS  IT  A  SIN  FOR  TWO  HOLY  BEINGS  TO  TOUCH  ??       i  will  be  born  in  sin  for  you.  i  will  rip  away  my  wings  and  thread  the  feathers  together  into  a  NECKLACE  OF  STARS  so  you  may  wear  it  around  your  neck,   my  heart  against  your  heart.  )       such  beauty  surely  cannot  be  contained  within  two  bodies  so  small  &&  frail.    mortal  flesh  ought  to  not  be  able  to  withstand  the  heat  of  a  thousand  stars  and  yet  —–

                       ANGELS  SINGING   /   or  is  it  just  their  souls  fusing  together  into  one  ??    the  edges  are  frayed  and  jagged,   but  they  fit  so  prettily  against  one  another,   satine  is  not  sure  where  she  ends  and  where  ezra  begins,    amorphous  mass  that  should  be  grotesque  and  yet  looks  so  akin  to  HOLY  COMMUNION.  

                seraphic  lips  curve  into  a  smile    &&   when  fingers  reach  forward  to  wrap  around  lover’s,     to  bring  them  to  her  lips  so  she  may  kiss  the  tips  one  by  one,    she  swears  she  can  see  starlight  stain  the  skin,    overflowing  at  the  seams,     glittering  in  the  dull  light  of  an  overcast  morning. 

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 from soil that has remained infertile for years. Wings, scorched, restored. Light found, where there was once shadow. This is the song of the hopeful few, the smell of peeled orange covering every sense.

One, bereft of judgment, the other, without mercy - insanity, doing something over and over again and expecting a different result.

Maybe this time, it will be changed.