#akunyan

Life can be harsh, it can be bitter, but we can make it oh so sweet ~

Here’s Cassandra Pentaghast from DA:I with the adorable costume of the HoneyBee Inn from FF7R. 

@akunyan​ // From here.

im dead what a cute

RIGHT? He is just so handsome, look at him <3 He gets love from you, too.

    ONE WOULD THINK  an ex-SOLDIER, steeled over through years of combat  /  training, would find something as medially unpleasant as having a corset tied hardly worth getting up in arms about. perhaps it is the unfamiliarity of the sensation  (  ——  MORE LIKELY ,  the sheer mortification of being put in this situation  )  that has him grunting in complaint with every other tug of lace.  ‘ is this really necessary ? ’  he ponders to himself, irritably. supposes there’s no point in complaining more than he has, already.  “ i,  ugh   ——  “

[ forget face… his LIPS are illegal, i want to punch him :| ]

@akunyan​  “Hasn’t this company done enough damage already?”

  He was uncertain if the man in front of him knew how much that comment stung for him to hear in particular, but regardless Reeve would persist — gently. 

  “I’m not here on behalf of Shin-Ra, I’m here on behalf of the people of the Slums.” It was a feeble attempt at best, for he knew how the underplaters felt about men in suits coming down from on high to enact change. Empty promises, honeyed words masking dubious intent. Reeve did not know if he could separate himself from such associations, but he wanted to try.

  “The people on the ground floor will listen to you, Aniyan. You and the other influencers down here who live alongside them. If I’m to be of any help to these people I need the support of faces they know and trust,” he tipped his head toward the other, glancing between his eyes. 

but i remember your previous words, dont play coy.. try your luck in three years ;)

    IT’S JUST A DANCE,  something he’s found himself repeating quite often as of late. like a mantra;  a denial of what it is that aniyan is perhaps trying to express to him. every dance is special, in tune with a feeling   ——  MANY FEELINGS,  and this time is no different. different, only, in that it conveys something unique. his own body moves in a way that the other leads, still a little clumsy  &  reliant upon aniyan’s body to guide him. he doesn’t think too much of it, at first;  how a hand settles over his chest, brushing against a timeworn scar.

    how fingers entangle in his own, and his form is held close to the brunette’s.  ‘ closer than usual... ’  he notices. makes attempt to shake off.  it’s no different than usual,  cloud argues with himself;  tries to rationalise.  (  rationale, too, whispering truths that he so obdurately tries to undermine in his hazy, dishevelled mind.  )  it’s when hot breath meets the back of his neck that cloud falters, body oft so tense becoming subconsciously lax in aniyan’s grasp. his head turns ever so slightly, gaze flickering to the side.  ‘ did he... mean to ? ’