#begraved

STARES,

          it had been years since shimizu had run regularly , as part of a team that prided itself on persistent practice and constant training. unlike the more lenient culture clubs that only met once or twice per week in middle school , the track and field team required attendance from its members nearly every day. when they weren’t running—— because straining their legs was just as bad as not building them up at all—— they were still practicing breathing , or shot-put , or even methods of tracking their caloric intake. the team was SERIOUS about their success , and although at the time she’d felt it wrong of her to feel differently , shimizu had only ever seen it as a club activity after school.

         when she graduated , it made the transition from track and field to no-club an easy one. she wasn’t as devoted as her senpai had been , but that meant breaking away was a simple task. she stopped running , and that was that. naturally , over time , she would have lost her leg strength and physical endurance.

         but she had even surprised herself , when she’d taken up working out again with iwaizumi-san. the divide between them was striking : he’d played volleyball for years and honed every muscle necessary for it , while shimizu outwardly looked slim and less athletic. it probably would have been intimidating for someone else , but shimizu took the work-out in stride , and apparently she had maintained quite a bit of her original physique through errands for the volleyball club. she was always moving , after all , but no one could have anticipated that it would keep her in-shape this well.

❛ This way, this way ! ❜ There was excited urgency in her voice but she was so slow and soft as she guided him, his eyes blindfolded with pink ribbon, towards the gift she was about to bestow.  ❛ You’re doing wonderful, we are almost there ! ❜ The sound of waves got closer and closer the nearer they got to the water. Finally, she stopped him, her hands squeeing his before letting go and cirling to behind him. She slowly pulled the fabric away from his eyes, bringing it close to her chest so he could settle his eyes on a little one-person sailboat. The sail was bright green.

❛ You said you would cross a thousand seas to see me, luckily though it’s just one. ❜ Soft laughter spilled from her lips. The journey was probably a bit more than this little boat could stand, she didn’t seem to realize how different it would be in this little dingy over her very grand ship.

for rima, seven smooches from agent 707 <3

unprompted. || always accepting

─「莉磨」─  the FIRST time was a tease, it started as a harmless and playful tease while she tried to distract him from the countless numbers and CODING he was losing sleep over. the noble vampire couldn’t remember how many days he had stayed up, or how many of that weird cola drink he had down. she poked him, demanding attention like a cat being deprived from its master’s WARMTH. she never cared much about other humans, yet, when he turned around to peck her on the lips, despite how short it was, it was more than enough to keep her content until he finished his work. it tasted like that weird cola drink he likes so much.

                the SECOND was after she had taken his blood. the way his golden gaze looked all dazed and tired from her bite was almost alluring. he wasn’t a PREY, he was much, much more than that and rima knew it. this man was going to be her downfall, he was going to become much more than she ever anticipated. more than just a companion, more than just someone to take blood from. and she realized, then, how much she craved only his blood — no one else. that realization came when the distance between them was no more. this time, it tasted like blood she drank from him.

                the THIRD one was the first time she admitted her feelings for him. the first time their emotions were laid bare for each other to see. he was a man of few words, if anything, she didn’t even know what he was THINKING when he handed her that letter containing the unsaid words he never allowed anyone to hear. and she remembered asking him to be HERS, for him to give her everything that is him, and she will return with everything that is hers and more. she will give him her heart, her soul. just be mine. he answered her with a kiss that tasted like the sweetest rain ever.

                FOURTH, FIFTH, AND SIXTH maybe even more — the vampire had lost count of it. it was probably more, wasn’t it ? the first time they were being INTIMATE with each other. how she remembered the countless kisses they exchanged in heated moment, feeling his breath against her own skin. the way her FANGS grazed his neck, sinking down to take the blood that was ever so sweet and intoxicated for her. she was drunk on him, on the love, the pleasure they shared. those darkened amber eyes gazing at her when they become one. the words of LOVE whispered against his lips as their bodies melted to one another. those kisses tasted like eternity, in and out of itself.

                the SEVENTH one, like his namesake, was the most recent one. the model enjoyed seeing how red his face could become when she teased him. hearing his heart raced whenever she came close, or the goosebumps running up and down his form as she whispered softly to his ear. to see the EFFECT she had upon him, it was gratifying. as her hands cradled his face, making sure that his vision was on nothing but her, she smiled at him. arms linked around his neck, pulling him closer and she asked, as nicely as she could, for him to kiss her. there was a hint of HESITATION, a small moment of silence, but he indulged her.