origin — @dahaiko [ status : accepting ]

A MASTERLIST OF PROMPTS AND SENTENCE STARTERS.

✿ / Your muse asks mine to dance or vice versa.

           WHAT A DEITY AT HIS SIDE. Stricken by subtle jewels he was still finding throughout Aiko’s entire outfit for tonight, she spared no mind to the evenings frivolities and the wolf couldn’t help but notice; not to mention the crowd continuing to ogle whoever this beauty was beside him, slightly shy but adorning her sweetest of smiles. “Come, sweetheart.” A murmur so close due to the noise surrounding the pair, his lips brush her ear, catching whiffs of Dior. Truly, how lucky he’d been to have such a date. Staff directed them here and there between several press stops but not as much as there would be if this were some sort of production release or the like. Tonight was simply a Gala celebrating his company’s birthday, an annual event residual of all others he’d been dragged to throughout. No, he did not enjoy these things but with the kind of company so graciously attending, the wolf couldn’t possibly complain.

         THE LOO CALLED TO HIM ONCE INSIDE. Nature spoke its peace and who was he to ignore her? If not for being three glasses of wine into the evening, enjoyment wouldn’t have unfolded as much than previously believed; Kit would have eloped at this point. Appeasing only what was required of him at these things done only to amplify ego’s already adding too much stuffing to the room, and it was a rather large room. The wolf headed back to his seat happily, a friend awaited him for conversation that hadn’t ended even in his absence. Just as an approach began past an orchestra of dull exchange, she struck him once more. Like he’d seen her for the first time again that night. The wolf can’t help but notice the Bach quietly beginning over the room, pushing another tentative thought far up into his list of wants. Once they’re united again, he’s all smiles and grace, requesting her hand as the English gentleman makes its way outward; kissing petite knuckles grazed in an even exhale.

                                  origin — @dahaiko [ status : not accepting ]

MY MUSE IN A RELATIONSHIP ?’S

🤗 / Are they physically affectionate?

🎶 / Do they have a type?

[ Here ! ]

💚 / Are they prone to jealousy?

[ Here ! ]

🐶 / Are they a cuddler?

                                           origin — @dahaiko [ status : accepting ]

DRUNKEN STARTERS.

         CRESCENTS GREET CURVED ONYX. A smile brightened all amidst hushed fluster, breathy chuckles mull between full lips, since words weren’t coming around for the time being it was all he could manage. How very forward she was, a trait not easily ignored. Not with that smile. Kit twists the glass of bourbon in his hand slowly, considering its caramel highlights while attempting to hold his mild shyness in check. What a spin she’d put on the tipsy wolf, even having him fish for composure where her eyes gifted none. As much as he’d found himself glancing her way several times, having her look at him how she was now, tinged at something dormant in the male.

                                    origin — @dahaiko​ [ status : accepting ]

DRABBLE CHECKLIST.

SHIELD / my muse shields yours with their body.

          GRAY DOMINATED THE SKY ABOVE. Fall began its deep rooted change and that meant no more blue for months to come, perhaps a hazy dull of it might show soon but for now, rain was on the horizon. He’d forgotten the peace of the Han, birds overhead and trudging waves barely escaping a formidable tide; so much that’d been part of his gritted life and still, new couldn’t even begin to express this feeling. Despite the wolf’s wandering mind, each thought drifted away with the green tinted waters, only one thought coming into focus when onyx flickers to his watch that signals an approaching meet-up. Kit lunges up from his place on the concrete edge, saying goodbye to dim silence and a waved hello to the approaching individual.

          HE’D CAUGHT A WIFF OF HER SCENT BEFORE, though with his lack of hunting these few months there was no telling if his senses would return to peak performance anytime soon. They’d only seen each other a handful of times but Aiko carried about her a hanging familiarity Kit hadn’t felt within others since arriving, at least not so quickly. No animalistic instinct could help untangle these thoughts which ravaged his head but perhaps some time with good company might aid far more. “Hey there miss Aiko, how’re you doing today?” Crooked was the grin peeking past bushy cheeks calling for a trim, “This is one of my favorite spots in the country, so I got here a little early after we spoke, hn.”