#blossomae

It really depends. Sombra will always bring to the table the fact she does not wanna be in a fucking relationship like at all, which isn't because of anyone in particular. She just 1. can't share her real name 2. can't give too many personal identifying informations 3. has attachment issues cause her family fucking died 4. will absolutely delude herself into thinking its just a situationship or something.

It can be fixed with time and gentleness. She's not a bad person per se, she's just fucking weird and lonely and traumatized. Hard to get relationship experience as an internationally wanted terrorist u know.

Kayn is no mage. He can't sense magic the way some seem to be able to, but he has spent enough of his life chasing power to know what it looks like — to know what it feels like as it snaps the air around him. Something about the energy she wields makes his hair stand on end — it's too similar to his own and it feels like two magnets pushing against each other.

very few moments in her life have made her feel quite so alive as this. drenched in something ( an emotion unknown , a passion long yearned for ) she lingers on each moment, every touch that sparks sensation across her skin. akali chalks it down to the magic housed within the woman before her, enamoured by the danger she threatens. perhaps this is what syndra offers her: another thrill to chase, more adrenaline to sup until the wellspring runs dry.

" that's the appeal though, right? " she laughs quietly before lifting her chin just enough to lean into the kiss, stealing it from the other's lips. instinctively her eyelids close, and she finds herself wholly engulfed by the seconds spent in blissful silence. who knew she would find such sweetness upon the mouth of another? she lingers, hoping for the taste to remain on her tongue as it wipes over her lower lip.

half - lidded she gazes upon the beauty before her, obsession glittering behind glassy hues. " weird. not as bitter as i thought. " a satisfied hum precedes her next movements : a gentle tucking of hair behind syndra's ear, fingertips lingering too long on her cheek for it to be an innocent gesture.

@blossomae said: “ why do you allow yourself to be so troubled by the opinions of Noxians? “ / from syndra!

Her answer began with a long exhale, as if she must first bear the weight of the question put upon her. ❝ It is by design, ❞ spoken flatly, slowly, glimpses of her ferocity becoming ever so slightly clearer with each following word. ❝ They moulded me, forged me. Hammered all of their ideals into my head like I was a blade over an anvil, until I was perfect. ❞ She hung on the last word, speaking it through clenched teeth, fists taught to the point of whitening, what remained of her imperturbable demeanor threatening to shatter under the tension.

it's the fact that he still got her a present regardless of it being partially eaten . manami looks at the box of half eaten chocolates then at grimmjow , doe eyes staring up at him with appreciation and surprise . she hadn't expected him to get her anything , let alone remember the date of her birthday , but here he was begrudgingly letting her know that he definitely remembered the date and had gotten her a present one way or another . she sets the box of partially eaten chocolates to the side before moving up to him and wrapping her arms around him .

reaper gently places her hands over manami’s eyes , hiding her from seeing a short candlelit pathway that leads to a nighttime picnic beneath a tree. she’d scattered cherry blossom petals all over , food basket and blanket lit up by pink candles. seo-yeon had seen humans do something similar … she thought, just maybe, manami would like it too.

removing her hands , the smaller finally revealed her grand surprise. “ … uh, happy birthentines day! “

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 . manami follows seo-yeon aimlessly , eyes covered up until they aren't . the dim lighting , the picnic set up ; it's so sweet and romantic and something she hadn't expected at all . her usual tempered expression softens , brows angling back and her eyes glazing over . it's not that she was never used to such grand gestures , but for most of her life they had been empty . her parents used her birthday as an excuse to throw a soiree and even with a room full of people she still felt so alone . but not this time . this time seo-yeon was with her and she'd rather keep her company than that of a hundred people .

❛ i didn't think you'd remember ... ❜ she had mentioned her birthday in passing . it was a tiny fact that slipped in casual conversation but something she didn't think seo-yeon would remember . however , the gesture in itself is kind and something manami covets to her memory already . ❛ thank you for this , seo-yeon . ❜ her voice is soft , vulnerable to her . she's so used to being guarded but this time is different . it's easy to bring her walls down when she's around her . a hand reaches for the reapers , her thumb rubbing over the top of it as she leans in to kiss her softly on the lips . it's a kiss that lingers too long , a bit too soft to be anything but what it is . how she adores her wholeheartedly . her hand moves from the threaded fingers tangled in each other's grasp before lifting and resting against the curve of her jaw .

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 . maybe he's both . it's not that manami couldn't hold her own . in truth she earned her position as a shinigami through blood , sweat , and tears . despite her status as a healer she was still skilled in combat ( even against that of an arrancar she likes to think ! ) . however , there's something almost sweet in knowing that grimmjow would protect her whether it was for his own personal motives or out of whatever kindness he possessed . either way she wouldn't complain .