#chasing-after-skirts

go into the 'no' tag on my blog

                —bloodyrose31                       --saikeii                             --chasing-after-skirts                                     --saoriko                                           --histrionique                                                 --sinful-concupiscence                                                        --hoshiikyu

The sky was heavily clouded overhead as Takigawa Houshou made his way down the cobble-stone street. The air that day was particular heavy, filled with moisture, promising it would rain later on. Houshou let out a disgruntled sigh. It was uncomfortable to walk through.

Earlier that day, S.P.R., or Shibuya Psychic Research Center, had received a call from someone most unusual - the alchemist Roy Mustang, part of the state military. Apparently, they had been dealing with some spiritual phenomenon that was interfering with their work. Scattered papers, doors that won't open, and some thing that were actually serious - officers randomly choking in the halls, tripping down stairs, and no one there to be the culprit.

Kazuya Shibuya, called Naru-chan by his friends, and head of S.P.R., was already busy on another demanding case. So, instead, he sent Houshou, who was an ex-monk and a skilled exorcist. The male's brow furrowed slightly. It seemed like it was going to be a big job to do alone.

He turned a corner after following along the outer wall, peering into the front courtyard of the impressive building. Well, he could only hope he wouldn't get arrested for anything. Places like these always made him feel slightly pressured to do something illegal, oddly enough.

//i'm pretty sure the true purpose of that earth day party was to celebrate certain things that grow from the earth but even then i don't think weed gives you the urge to streak until you fall asleep in a ditch

Oh, how she had wanted this day to come. She was going to enjoy this so much, because finally, the damn Flame Alchemist would get what he deserved. 

I'm looking forward to the day those eyes become clouded with suffering.

That day was now here. And it was her very own pleasure to be the one to cause it— to finish him off, once and for all.

The thirst of revenge tinted her violet hues, glistening as she approached her prey. His gloves had been long destroyed, and yes, he had gotten to burn her multiple times before she could do it, but it was all over now. Blood was spilling from one of his sides, staining his uniform, the wall, his hands.

The sounds he was making, his ragged breath, his visible pain— music for her ears. The satisfaction slowly grew when she gripped Mustang's throat, a wide smile on her lips.

"I have greatly enjoyed this— seems like in the end you had underestimated me, mh? I told you I wouldn't make the same mistake twice."

Her other hand, clawed, reached out for one last stroke. She was almost shivering with anticipation.

"It's... It's not fair. I can't... I just-- How can you expect me to do this?!"

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[sent to: Colonel Sparks] Do you sometimes just burn something for no reason? Out of boredom maybe? 

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[unsent; Colonel Sparks] You defeated me once, I know you could do it a second time.

[unsent; Colonel Sparks] It... unsettles me.

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[sent to: Colonel Sparks] Another fire joke and I swear to god I'll cut off those damn hands, Sparks

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[sent to: Colonel Sparks] Goddammit why do I keep playing with fire

[sent to: Colonel Sparks] Fancy me coming over? 

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[sent to: Colonel Sparks] snap snap

[sent to: Colonel Sparks] wh y r u ognoring me sprkers

[sent to: Colonel Sparks] goddammit oyu'r eso borign

[sent to: Colonel Sparks] why do i even ptu up with u id ont knwo