I'M GONNA MAKE IT RIGHT

Waoh , ok . He’d experienced the lipstick smeared variety of makeouts before and Byakuran having to make a spectacle of the moment surprised absolutely no one . Hell , the pink sheen kind of suited him .

❝ How about the cheek ? ❞ Dino suggested , unawares that his choice may not end up affecting the outcome either way .

ღ 　 As requested, a pretty pink kiss was placed directly on the don’s cheek, but Byakuran’s hand reached up to grab his chin, holding him still. “Dino-chaaan, who knew you were such a coward~ No one will believe in your scandalous affair if you don’t look a bit messy!” And messy he would look, another kiss applied to the corner of Dino’s lips before he dipped down to add one on the neck and shirt collar below.

riicinus replied to your post: Dino has appeared! What to do? Kiss Brush off Hold…

i guess i have to take the kiss since no one else has the guts ;*

❝ Accepted , pucker up . ❞

ღ 　 Oops! You’ve accepted the god of chaos into your life and must live with the consequences! “Wait, let’s make it good!” Just when he started carrying around lipstick was anybody’s guess, but Byakuran pulled out a thin tube of light pink all the same and applied it posthaste.

He always lit right up when his front door opened, occasionally with the idea that maybe he would finally have a roommate to bother again, but usually because it meant exactly what was happening now: A friend was visiting!

This person seemed… pretty excited, judging from how many texts were sent back. Maybe she’d found herself a match? Seems like they were just as flirty, from the pick up line.

TEXT: an angel? TEXT: i’d like for anyone to sweep me off my feet TEXT: if they’re willing, of course TEXT: i’ve always felt myself fond of roses

ღ 　 Like rebooting a computer, Byakuran’s mind slowly started to grab onto little aspects of the person texting him, filing away and analyzing and considering-- altogether, she seemed just lovely.

[txt] - roses, how classic! and i bet you’d want them untrimmed, too [txt] - the whole appeal of roses is that you have to be careful with them! a lot of flowers will wilt if you don’t water them properly or handle them too roughly, but roses will hurt you first. [txt] - it’s really charming that they can fight for themselves, even in such a traditionally pretty package!!

A quick selfie was sent along, with a bright, cheery smile.

Dorothea was bored, tired, but most importantly… a little lonely. Goddess, it had been so much easier to find a date in the monastery, as ironic as that sounded. Still, this technology – a cellphone, she was told – had to be good for something.

TO: All Contacts FROM: Dorothea Arnault

[IMG:] [ATTACHMENT]  [TEXT:] please respond if interested. serious takers only! let’s not waste my time or yours. 🌹🖤

ღ 　 What a fun message to wake up to! The little rose and black heart-- cute. Perhaps she fancied herself a femme fatale? He hadn’t played with one of those in universes.

❝ Oh! ❞

   Louis exclaims in surprise, not anticipating he’d end up bumping shoulder to shoulder with a drink hovering under his nose, but not particularly averse to the motions either. He hesitates only a second at the offer, then leans in for a short sip.

❝ Mmm, thank you! ❞ 

   His tongue slips out, lapping the residual trail of sticky sugar granules from his lips with a quick swipe before dabbing the rest off on the back of his hand. The drink’s sweetness clings to the inside of his mouth, though not in an unpleasant way ~ It was a good choice.

❝ It does taste delightful, doesn’t it ? ❞

   It was decided then, he’d order the very same for himself once the short line in front depletes. In the meantime however, Louis resorts to small talk. They were close enough now that his low drawl didn’t have to strain too much over the club’s hustle and bustle. Besides, he’s invested. 

❝ How many of those do you think it takes before the dance floor looks less daunting? ❞ 

ღ 　 “Daunting?” He balked a bit more theatrically than necessary, instantly assuming a rapport as if they had been long-time friends and arrived together to boot. They had already shared a drink, after all, as Byakuran returned it to his own lips for more sugared confection without a care.

“The dance floor is nothing to worry about! No matter how ridiculous you think you look, there’s always someone a little sillier, and someone who thinks you’re the belle of the ball. For a fitting example-- just last week, in this same club, I was pulled to the floor by a man who did think it was a ballroom. He had me waltzing!” Though his voice was filled to the brim with amusement, he certainly didn’t say he’d refused.

had he known it would be this taxing to buy a simple meal at the star trail, estinien would have opted to try this food delivery service he only happened to overhear earlier instead. it would be equally complicated with all the steps to follow and buttons to press on this overly complex piece of machinery, yet that would be preferable than enduring the waves and waves of people flowing in and out of multiple restaurants, the flurry of disorganized activity an unpleasant sight to the otherwise languid pace of taverns he had grown to appreciate over time.

still, he had ordered and paid already. might as well finish his meal before this place gets even more crowded.

estinien takes a spoonful of this… lasagna ( whatever it was made from ) and is about to take another bite when someone saw fit to interrupt him, and with a curious choice of words no less, quick as he was to correct himself. does this man know him from his days as azure dragoon?

          “ aye, i’m new to this city. ” he replies, settling down his utensils to have a better look at the man, though what he is looking for in that handsome face and quick smile he knows not. estinien was certain of the flicker of familiarity that crossed the stranger’s expression, or is he mistaken? “ are the residents here quick to flirt or is it just you? ”

ღ 　 “Just me!” he answered perkily (and shamelessly), “Please, don’t let me interrupt your meal, though!” Which, of course, did not mean I will take my leave, but instead keep eating, I’ll just be here as Byakuran settled himself across from the man, still examining him. Yes, this was him, the connections between different fragmented memories aligning. But a name, a name...

“Honestly, for a magical island outside of all dimensions and realities, the people here can be dreadfully boring. You’d think more people would take advantage of the likely impermanence of their situation and really have some fun!” He was just talking at this point, just filling the air while his mind raced, connections, connections, if only he wasn’t so weakened as to take a good five minutes to gather a name the easy way, so just trying to remember was faster.

“dozen!” narancia chirped, a grand nod in tow. that meant twelve; he knew that much. though he still hadn’t a clue what the visit would hold for him. that included, well, whatever this off-script order was. he blinked at their shop’s vip, late realization hitting that he was actually being asked for his opinion. and the number of times anybody had asked―now that he could count. the question sent him into a miniature thought cloud of sunset pinks and fragrant lavenders. floriography was still as good as foreign to him, yet a bouquet on aesthetic alone risked exposing him to unwitting ridicule. the decision at hand was a universal one: the resumé answer (to impress), or the heart’s answer (to say fuck it)?

in the end, narancia was never one to tiptoe. it was, in fact, not naivete that led him to accept much of the world at face value; but rather, the nonpareil import he placed in transparency. if byakuran wanted narancia’s two cents, then he would get it unadulterated. “to be real with you, mister, i’m still pretty new to this stuff. i don’t wanna pretend that i’m not.” at his level he could only give it his all, whether he sounded like an idiot or not. “but i feel like it’s not just about the flowers. it depends who i’m getting them from… i guess my ideal bouquet reflects the people around me. i wanna understand what others are thinking, but if they suck at words like i do, it’d just be cool if they could still somehow say it with flowers. like, how does that person feel about me?” he tapped his chin with contemplation, other hand on a cocked hip. “so if it’s just something for you, then how do you feel about yourself? do you like yourself? today, for instance… i think i’d want these!” turning to a straw basket, he gathered stalks of yellow zinnia. “just for starters. a lot’s happened lately, and i’ve just been stuck on these.” he just hoped there wasn’t some kind of fucked up psychology behind it that this guy would double over at.

“and…” he stole a glance at byakuran before finding a different basket―daffodils―but how the hell was he supposed to explain himself there; this one looks like you because it’s white? “maybe one of these.” it was the work of his gut, really.

ღ 　 Ahh, the new recruits were always so refreshing. More than one of the employees here found Byakuran’s needs ridiculous, considered all flowers equal so long as they were pretty. The way this newbie talked about receiving bouquets showed the kind of passion Byakuran liked, but not too much self-righteousness that might make someone think they could add or change Byakuran’s order. Yes, he would do just fine!

Byakuran leaned on the counter, plucking one of the indicated daffodils from its place and twirling it lightly in his fingers, humming cheerfully. “You’ve got good taste!” An immediate sign of approval to allay any potential anxieties at being put on the spot so soon after hire. “Yellow zinnias for looking back, and daffodils for looking forward-- what a lovely bouquet in theory, and with the right balance the bright yellows and whites could really liven up a room, too! I like your instincts, Narancia-kun.” Of course he already knew the boy’s name, he was VIP.

Death and destruction often walked hand in hand and there was a certain, inexplicable beauty in the finality of both. The cataclysmic spectacle he’s awoken to is on a scale unlike anything Yukari’s witnessed before, sparking a magnetic buzz that spreads all the way to the very tips of his extremities. It’s as haunting as it is thrilling, almost biblical, he thinks, a fire and brimstone sort of ending. 

Undeterred by any notions of fear he should have, Yukari capers and sways his way across the rooftops of buildings that remained yet standing. His face lifted towards the sky spewing comets onto the unfortunate city below. He doesn’t stop until he meets with another sideline observer, more than that, if the stranger’s words are to go by. Maybe one of the Horsemen themselves.

“Oh, so this is a pity death?” He muses along, advancing to the roof’s edge and perching himself next to winged being.

“Like putting down a sickly dog out of its misery.”

ღ 　 There wasn’t any apparent fear in the intruder, perhaps helped along by the fact that anyone still left alive was certainly too weak for their screams or cries of anguish to be heard all the way up on their now-mutual perch. “You have a nice voice,” Byakuran said instead of answering immediately. “I’m glad. These moments are so easily shattered,” he turned and faced him, took him in a moment, “but the apocalypse suits you.” If nothing else, the pretty purple of his hair in the deep red light was flattering, a perfect aesthetic addition.

Still, Byakuran’s eyes returned to the burning sky, the main event.

❝ Bake me a Ciambella and crochet me a new double blanket , that’ll kill you some time . ❞ Pout used , it’s not effective .

ღ 　 The world was ending. There could be no doubt of it, there was no subtlety to this universe, just raw success. And success came in the form of a dark sky, peppered with what could be meteors, if they weren’t in such stark relief. Fire was raining down, the city was in shambles beneath him, and Byakuran sat at the edge of a building’s flat roof, legs dangling and kicking lightly.

“I’ve won,” he stated calmly, the edges of bubbling cheer undeniable. He knew quickly that it wasn’t real, a dream of a memory, but he didn’t mind one bit. Revisiting something so lovely.. wasn’t a gift he intended to squander. He took anything he could get, anymore.

❝ Then learn to bake or crochet , you know , like a non world dominator . ❞ 

You were doing so well , Byakuran . 

@riicinus

   It’s not Louis’ first time in a nightclub, what is his first time–Is being in a nightclub that resides on the decks of an elegant ship, festooned in glitz and gold for the occasion. It’s as busy as he’d expected, with guests filing in one after the other, packing the space with an energy that promises a good time and if he’s lucky, good company too. 

   His first stop is the ship’s crowded bar area, squeezing past the press of bodies until he falls in line behind other thirsty customers. He slides a glance to his left, then his right where he notices someone sipping on what could possibly be, the flashiest looking cocktail he’s ever seen and sporting the whitest, fluffiest hair he’s ever seen to boot! And Louis’ seen a lot of hair.

   He’s not sure how long he’s been staring admiring both aspects before the drink’s owner makes eye contact, prompting an affable, albeit a touch embarrassed, smile.

❝ Does it taste good? ❞

ღ 　 Nothing to complete a night quite like a cute blondie at a bar, hm? Loud music and high energy and a drink that tasted as light and overwhelmingly sweet as spun sugar got him most of the way there, but Byakuran wasn’t truly content with the evening until his eyes caught the stranger watching him. And who could blame them?

He grinned, warm and inviting and a little bit teasing, until he was addressed, and his eyes lit up with mischief.