#bymorpheus

@bymorpheus​ said: [text] how good are you with spiders?

[text] - “not that bad” [text] - “why? you need help with one?”

          He’s not sure how to feel in this general moment. Here he has some creature he’s never seen before attempting to talk to him... and he can’t understand a word that’s being said. Another language he doesn’t know and Balthier, to the best of his ability, is trying to let this pointed ear fellow know that he cannot understand. His ship had taken a nasty hit and he, unfortunately, crashed into one of their buildings... so he assumed he was being lectured about that- but there was no point to one if he could not understand!

          Balthier held up his hands and tried to convey once more that he couldn’t understand. Even told the fellow as such, and his words were met with confusion on their end. It was clear that there was a massive language barrier and neither of them knew how to cross it.

bymorpheus said:  "Demons you say. So you can see those too, huh? Nice t' know there are some fine lookin' ones down there. I'd love t' meet 'em sometime."

                >> 🔥 <<             ❝             WELL   . .   i was hoping you would like it.  spend a fuckin’ lot t’ get yer own jacket   ----------   kinda th’ same as th’ one y’   KEEP   stealin’ but   . .  i could wear it a bit ‘n give it t’ya if it’s ‘bout   SCENTS.         ❞            

         The Black Cat.

         Snake had passed by the shop a few times on his way home, but this was the first time he had truly noticed it. It was definitely an unusual shop by the looks of it, but as he stood outside in the cold staring at it something wouldn’t let his curiosity rest this time. 

         So, resolving to at least take temporary refuge from the horrible weather, he couldn’t help but step inside for a quick peek.

@bymorpheus​​ said: Keiko giggles, pulling away just enough to look at the blossoming love bites along Adam's neck. "So pretty how you bruise for me." They continue kissing and sucking skiing his nape down over to his collarbone before Adam's shirt blocks their other advances. "... you gonna stop me? You'll be covered in marks if you leave me t' keep going... "

Honestly? He could object, but there’s something distinctly enticing about the idea of having to wear them. Even if many of them would be covered by his clothes, anyway. It’s still a level of allowance, of letting his boundaries down, that feels...comfortable. Or at the very least cathartic.

His walls were always up, after all. He had to take the opportunities he had to let them ease down, when possible.

He shakes his head gently, doesn’t really move but leans into them a bit more. Tone becomes lower, more of a whisper, really.