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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄,          a sensation she cannot fully understand, not entirely.          Fox had spoken the words in a manner just different enough where she’s able to pick up on the change in the air, the spark of a fuse.          a change so minute and seemingly insignificant.          she stills, doe eyed gaze simply staring up to Fox’s gaze          —          his eyes,          𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬?          they are not warm or inviting, not in the traditional sense she’s heard others refer to her own.          his expression always remains still, but she is never intimidated.          what does the little creature feel, when engaging with Fox?          her wings twitch, buzzing with several thoughts          —          none of which she could verbally articulate, but it was alright because          𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨.          especially with Fox, for he understands.          she tilts her head just ever so, blinking once…          twice.

          the chill from before dissipates in seconds, there is no reason to be afraid.          Ode is sure of it.          he keeps her safe and hidden, a little treasured secret.          for that, she is grateful.          ❛❛ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞?          𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞…          𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬? ❜❜

she throws the words back at him, as best she can.          the answer, in her opinion, is as clear as day but she asks again, fluttering up just a bit closer          —          no more than comfortable, and points her minute finger to her eyes, emphasizing the fact that there is no fear…          𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧.          ❛❛ Look into my eyes.          Look into my eyes. ❜❜          were she a bigger creature, or at the very least human sized, she would be more daring.          but alas, this is more than enough.          

          she cherishes Fox and Ode can only hope he feels the same.

@cicatriicem asked: Annabelle shows off proudly a drawing of Mori she had made. It’s quite normal actually; he’s not on fire, its just a drawing of him sitting at his desk with a big childish smile. Its done in crayon. So?!? How do you think about it?!? It’s good, ain’t it? Annabelle was a sweetheart, hard to imagine she comes from Mitsu’s own desires mirroring Vita Sexualis.

He steels himself for what he's about to see as Annabelle approaches. But... the drawing is lovely. Despite its childish nature it's very well done. Not threatening or poor taste in any way. A hand comes to his lips in silent astonishment. Despite all her similarities, Annabelle was nothing like his Elise.

&. 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || @cicatriicem

"An act doesn't stop being harmful just because the intention is good," Nezumi shook his head. If travelling and being around people, observing them without really interacting, had taught him something, then it was that things weren't as black and white as he had originally believed.

"What is good for one person may be bad for another—what matters is the side you want to stand on. Choose whose belief you want to represent, whether it's yours or someone else's, and act accordingly."

Nezumi shrugged.

&. 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || @cicatriicem

"I know how to fight and defend myself," Nezumi answered, but his eyes inadvertently fell on his injured leg. He had been with Fox for a while now, and the forest was relatively safe, so there was no need to protect himself against any harm.

Nezumi's natural enemy had always been people. Wolves and bears were never a threat to his well-being as his unique ability to communicate with animals protected him from their aggression. He also looked nothing like a wolf's usual prey, so there was no reason for a pack to hunt him.

It was humans who had chased him down, shunned him and hurt him.

Bed & Sleep | Accepting

@cicatriicem​ asked: [ boop ] — sender boops receiver on the nose as they’re waking up

Actually, Mitsu sent Annabelle to wake Mori up. He needs something. She wakes him up as gently as she can.

It hadn’t been much of a true sleep. Dozing off on his desk between paperwork. Elise quietly playing on the floor. Even she didn’t notice the soft footsteps of the other girl as she approached the sleeping boss. Barely giving her a glance.

Mori’s nose tickled and he unconsciously rubbed at it with his fingers. Then a second soft boop to it had eyelids fluttering open just enough to see what was tickling him. 

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🌹 fox! he picked it while wondering around

on the rare ocassion that they weren't assigned any missions, any directives— a day off, as normal people might call it —the hound still felt somewhat responsible for his companion; partner, friend. fox remained a tough case for him to figure out— how could such a sweet man act so cruel when out in the field, switch so effortlessly between such manners? was that part of the perfect soldier code, one that ignis would never understand, never allow anyone to force upon him?

it was the fleeting moments like these that he cherished. where it looked like they could live a normal life, despite the collars hanging heavy from their necks.

he followed at a rather moderate pace while the other zipped left and right, enjoying the outside. he mostly let fox to lead the way wherever he found interesting or exciting, as contrary to the gonchiye compound? little was off-limits beyond their spiked fences. at the very least, lucius still put some trust in the hellhound, that he'd keep one of their best assassins safe...

intimate starters || @cicatriicem

Nezumi stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing down at the village he had run away from. It was mere weeks ago he was chased down with pitchforks and stones for stealing. Granted, stealing wasn't okay, but he didn't think he deserved to be nearly killed for it. All he had wanted was an apple and some bread.

His leg was healed now, but he hadn't gathered enough courage to start travelling again. He told himself—knowing how feeble the excuse was—that he stayed because he needed to heal. Just one more day. Just one extra night of rest, as if the forest had some magical healing powers. As if staying here was somehow propelling him forward in his chase after knowledge.

The real reason, however . . .

"Hn?" Nezumi turned to Fox who, unsurprisingly, caught him by surprise. He must have been wearing a frown, hence the immediate support, and just as Fox had said it, it seemed to have dawned on Nezumi too.

"—Yes, you are," he agreed, watching Fox with an unreadable expression.

'You are, and I don't quite know what to do with that information.' He thought.