#belovedblossoms

ryukoto moodboard!

His tongue lazily glided over the soft-serve, the cold sweetness unfurling in his mouth like a fleeting redemption. He gazed down at the pavement beneath his dangling feet, where the cone's melted remnants had splattered, tiny white constellations on the gray concrete. The sunset bathed the city in shades of fading embers, and his halo emitted a soft, flickering light over his shoulders, reminiscent of a secondhand sunrise.

“I am a fool.”

As he decided to bite into his ice cream, not the usual careful, methodical laps around the edges, but a sudden, almost fierce crunch straight through the rim of the waffle cone. The sound caught Power off guard, who had been in the midst of a rant about the absurdity of humans and their endless bureaucracy. As he heard this before, a thousand times before and had no interest in the conversation anymore.

“Then leave me here and go without me, I’m tired anyway, and I have my ice-cream to eat.”

@belovedblossoms asked: //Is it bad that I wanna bite Lycaon's muscles?

Only the sound of a disgruntled sigh revealed the position of the Wind Hashira, or maybe it was the keen senses by someone he considered an equal, who possessed strength and skill that rivaled his own, that gave his position away to her first. His footsteps were light as he strolled up behind Mitsuri, one of his hands automatically balling into a fist and resting on the hilt of his sword at the mere thought of the mission they were about to embark on together.

"Come on, let's get this started already." His lips were turned down in a perpetual resting frown, but the glint in his eyes showed a little less annoyance than usual. This mission had the potential to be a long one, depending on how quickly they were able to uncover the secret location of a nest of powerful demons. Though they were an odd pair and Mitsuri had a tendency to grate on his nerves, there were worse Hashira he could've been stuck with. More annoying ones, that was.

@belovedblossoms sent - Makoto gently places her hand on his shoulder and moves in to kiss his cheek. "...um, because you deserve one." ( Kiss Ryuji Day! )

Ryuji is genuinely taken feeling her hand on his shoulder and as she slowly leans in - his eyes are completely wide, his expression awestruck and dumbstruck. Words - which normally seem to impulsively spill out of him - now seem to stammer out of his dumbly as he struggles to meet her gaze.

⠀⠀⠀The hedgehog's gloved hand rested comfortably on the princess's cheek, his thumb gently stroking the soft curve on her face. His emerald orbs, half-lidded and staring straight into her dazzling azures. He could get lost in those eyes, if he allowed himself. His lips parted ever so slightly, as if he were about to speak, but the words refused to emerge. ⠀⠀⠀Without saying a single word, Sonic closed the gap between himself and the princess. His lips found hers, eyes coming to a close as their lips melded into one. Time seemed to stand still, fireworks erupting in Sonic's chest as his heart pounded behind his lungs. As he felt the princess reciprocating the kiss, his free hand came to snake around her waist, pulling her closer into their shared moment. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀The kiss was warm and gentle, slow and lingering, their lips seeming to not want to part at all. Their bodies were the same way, fitting together like old puzzle pieces that were always meant to connect, the hedgehog eventually breaking the kiss and pulling back just an inch - eyes opening as he did. ⠀⠀⠀"I--" he stuttered, before a confident smirk once more crept across his muzzle. "You're a pretty good kisser, Elise." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀